Hearing the discussion between the two, Mu Zifeng's heart tightened, what was the "strange thing" they were talking about?

“345？ Chew your tongue again and send you to the western sky! A black silk coat and a whip were thrown on the back of the codename "345", and "345" trembled in pain, quickly shut his mouth and lowered his head to work.

Zhao Zichuan saw that the guards were tyrannical and abnormal, so he supported his body and continued to "grind foreign workers".

In the evening, the black silk coats lit more torches, and the shadows of people, coffins, and fires in the tomb were intertwined, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!" A black silk short coat walked to the center of the tomb pit and clapped his hands: "Today, the dog master rewarded the hard dishes, everyone came here to receive the meal, come one by one, and line up." ”

Behind him, two men in turbans stood, unloading their shoulders.

Four large barrels are lined up in a row.

Black silk jackets with guns formed a cordon on both sides of the barrels, and people in shackles went in turn to receive their meals.

"I'm starving to death." Zhao Zichuan seemed to smell the aroma of rice, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva: "Brother Feng, I guess it's a big white steamed bun!" ”

It seems that Zhao Zichuan is indeed physically and mentally exhausted, you must know that a son-in-law like him, who grew up in a honey pot since he was a child, will not look at white steamed buns at all.

"Brother Chuan." Mu Zifeng patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'm sorry for you!" ”

"Brother Feng, I'll tell you!" Zhao Zichuan's tired face suddenly lowered his voice: "I saw Qingyu!" ”

"You mean Lu Qingyou?" Mu Zifeng was a little surprised, in such a bottom world, where did Zhao Zichuan meet Lu Qingyou.

"What do you think this is?" Zhao Zichuan quietly spread out his palm, and a dark green cloth was revealed.

"Is this ......," Mu Zifeng asked with some puzzlement.

"It's quiet stuff." Zhao Zichuan blinked.

"But it's just an ordinary piece of silk cloth, how can you be sure it's Lu Qingyou's?" Mu Zifeng asked.

"Qingyou is wearing a cheongsam of this fabric, which I gave to her after a thousand choices." Zhao Zichuan said seriously: "Since God let me meet her, I believe she must still be alive!" ”

Hearing Zhao Zichuan's words, Mu Zifeng remembered that the people of the Crocodile Gang told them that Lu Qingyou was sold to Yangshui Town, why her things would appear in this underground world again, it was really a strange thing!

The queue advanced forward in turn, and Mu Zifeng saw Jia Fatzi and "Yibai" behind, they were disgraced, and it seemed that the amount of excavation work was not small.

Finally, the team lined up to Mu Zifeng and Zhao Zichuan, and the person in charge of distributing dinner glanced at Mu Zifeng and handed two black buns to Mu Zifeng.

Leaning on the edge of a coffin, Mu Zifeng looked at the black bun in his hand and was about to bite down. Zhao Zichuan screamed miserably, and spit out something from his mouth, Mu Zifeng looked at it, and it was actually a tooth.

"Brother Feng, is this a steamed bun? Harder than iron! Zhao Zichuan covered his cheeks and screamed in pain, leaving the bun still on the ground.

Although I don't know what the steamed bun is made of, it is certain that the material must be mixed with sand and stone, otherwise why would the taste be so hard.

Mu Zifeng stood up and looked around, he was secretly glad in his heart that it was meal time at this time, and the guards were more relaxed. The head of the mountain, who was called Dashan, was drinking wine, and the other black silk coats were also eating meat, and they had no time to watch them.

"Take it and eat it!" Mu Zifeng stuffed one of the buns in his hand to Zhao Zichuan: "It's good to eat some!" ”

Zhao Zichuan nodded aggrievedly and carefully took the steamed bun.

Mu Zifeng was just about to sit down, but he saw that twenty meters away, Jia Fatzi was confronting a few people.

"I said Xiaobai, the rice has been robbed, and you are still sleeping!" Jia Fatzi was furious and beckoned to "A Little White" who was leaning on the edge of a coffin.

"A little white" eyelids didn't lift a little, still half-dead leaning on the edge of the coffin.

"Stinky fat man, since you are in the pit, you have to talk about the rules in the pit!" A strong man with bright eyes arrogantly pointed at Jia Fatzi, the man looked no more than about 30, and his tattered clothes showed strong muscles, and he looked like a powerful person.

There were three or five strong men standing beside the man, and it seemed that the man was the leader of this group of "livestock".

"That's what the rules give you?" Jia Fat Man smiled "hehe": "Hard things like stones are still coming to rob, if you ask me at the beginning, I may give it, but now the fat man is angry, but he doesn't give it!" ”

"Good, good...... Balls! The man gritted his teeth and two words popped out of his mouth: "Look at the move!" ”

After that, he waved the iron chain, ran towards Jia Fatzi, and then jumped up and smashed the chain into Jia Fatzi's Tianling Gai.

Mu Zifeng happened to see the three numbers "517" written on the man's hand.

In the face of the man's stormy attack, Jia Fatzi didn't pay attention to it, he turned slightly to the side and turned to the left side of the man,

What Jia Fatzi didn't expect was that the man twisted the wolf's waist in mid-air and kicked towards Jia Fatzi's shoulder blade.

All of that just now was just a feint made by the man, but the real ruthless move was the current kick.

Jia Fatzi also discovered the man's tricks, and hurriedly leaned his body back, but it was too late, and the man kicked Jia Fatzi on the shoulder heavily.

Fat Jia, who weighed 200 pounds less, staggered and took a few steps back, with a surprised expression on his face, but quickly changed to a different expression.

"Boy, you learned the leg method from your master, right? Fluffy! Jia Fat Man stiffened his mouth, mocking the man while patting the dust off his shoulder with his hand.

When the man saw that Jia Fatzi insulted him, he was immediately annoyed and angry, and then he regained his arm strength, and a black tiger pulled out his heart, and his fists went straight to Jia Fatzi's chest.

The strange thing is that at the moment when the man was about to hit Jia Fatzi, his body jerked to the right.

Oops, Mu Zifeng screamed in his heart, it turned out that the man was angry, and accidentally stepped on a Luoyang shovel, and his feet slipped, and the whole person fell over.

His body fell towards a coffin next to him, and everyone couldn't help but exclaim when they saw this, it turned out that the man's eye position was hitting an oblique steel drill.

Seeing that the man's pair of tricks were about to be pierced by the steel drill, at the critical moment, a shadow swept past.

Everyone saw that it was Mu Zifeng, he unloaded his force, grabbed the man's shoulder, and gently pushed it up, the man's flying body shifted and pounced on the other side of the coffin.

The unharmed man immediately straightened up, and everyone saw that he had not lost a single hair. Mu Zifeng handed him something black.

"I'll give you that fat man's stuff!" Mu Zifeng persuaded frankly: "Brother, it is better to settle the grievances than to settle them." ”

The man saw that Mu Zifeng had saved himself, and it was not good to have another seizure, so he took the thing and stuffed it into his mouth.

The black thing is a black bun that is as hard as iron.

"Hehe, madman, you are too merciful, for such a robber, if it were me, I would only push, and definitely not pull." Jia Fatzi scolded angrily.

The man jerked his head back, anger burning in his eyes renewed.

In fact, Mu Zifeng didn't hate such bullying, but "Longyou was played by shrimp in shallow water, and Tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs", and now he must endure it. Besides, these people are also poor people, and the most important thing now is to find an opportunity to go out, rather than fighting with people who are suffering from the same disease.

"Brother, I apologize for him, you don't have to worry about it." Mu Zifeng hugged Jia Fatzi and said with a smile: "His lord, I did it." ”

"What? Do? Got a face? Look for death! Mu Zifeng and the others chatted and disturbed Dashan, who was eating and drinking, and when he saw someone gathering and making noise, he yelled at them a few times to disperse the crowd again.

The short rest was also over, Mu Zifeng and the others continued to work in the burial pit, and worked until late at night, poor Zhao Zichuan was already weak and crumbling.

Finally, after midnight, Dashan said in a relaxed tone, today's work is over. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had lived one more day, how lucky.

In a long procession like a serpent, they withdrew from the burial pit one by one, returned to the surface, and walked out along the city gates.

After a day of hard work, without any rest, they were still on their way, Mu Zifeng didn't know where to go back, so he could only press the questions in his heart and walk quietly.

Everyone walked to the moat, and Mu Zifeng saw the dog master at a glance, commanding two black silk short coats, and throwing a corpse into the moat in front of everyone.

Almost at the same time, the mountain ordered the group to stop, as if waiting for something to come.

I saw that the corpse fell into the river with a "plop", causing a splash, but it quickly sank again.

Then, a gust of wind blew, and the surface of the water violently stirred, forming a fish-shaped wave on the surface of the river, swallowing it in the direction of the corpse's sinking.

"Ahhh......h Mu Zifeng saw it clearly, wasn't he the shirtless man who was killed in the morning? He didn't die?

The screams pierced the deep darkness and shook everyone's hearts.

"Eat people, eat people......" The shirtless man screamed twice, and his body was sucked into the river by a strong suction.

At the same time, a whirlpool of counterclockwise rotation formed on the surface of the river, and streams of blood floated onto the surface of the river.

"He's still alive...... He's still alive......" Zhao Zichuan was speechless, pointing to the moat, foaming at the mouth.

"Go, go, let me go!" The mountain waved his whip and drove the people to the bridge like cattle.

While walking on the single-plank bridge, Mu Zifeng smelled a strong smell of blood, and he seemed to catch a glimpse of a human skeleton lying on the bottom of the steaming and clear river, and couldn't help but shiver.

Could it be the monster that ate the big white horse in the unnamed lake?

The dog stared thoughtfully at everyone who crossed the bridge, and a pair of eyes seemed to be able to eat people!