Walk along the river bank for a full three or four hours.

Law walked through the dense jungle and finally saw signs of human life.

Or to be more precise, just encountered something.

Luo saw a large backpack, a portable folding chair, and a fishing rod mounted on a support rack on the bank of the river, and a small Xiaoice box.

It looks like there's an angler fishing here.

But Luo didn't see any figures.

……

He walked over to the folding chair, took a cold beer from the fridge and drank it down, not at all polite.

The buoys floating on the surface of the water were already shaking.

However, Luo did not bother to put away the fish that had already been hooked.

For he sensed that there seemed to be some movement in the grass behind him.

……

"Brush ......"

There was a faint sound in the grass.

But he was still caught by Luo.

After the symbiote fused into his blood, Luo's senses were significantly improved, and some subtle sounds that were imperceptible before were very clear to Luo now.

……

Law was very vigilant, and his left hand was already touching the whaling fork around his waist.

After being in a fighting state for a long time, his spirit has always been tense, and although Harvey and the others have left, Luo still does not dare to relax for a moment.

If the man in the grass shows the slightest hint of ill-kindness, Law will smash the whaling fork and throw it out as soon as possible.

However, what came out of the grass was just a pot-bellied old man......

……

There was a foul smell wafting out of the grass along with it......

And the old man came out of the grass, still lifting his pants......

……

The old man saw Luo who was drinking his beer, and Luo let his guard down a little when he realized that the other party was a non-threatening figure.

Although Luo didn't want to be covered in blue light like he was at night, he was still a little oozing, because his bare upper body was full of dense scars, combined with his extremely low body fat rate physique, and the eyes he stared at the old man at the beginning, like a wild wolf coming out of the wasteland......

And the old man wore suspenders, with a metal-rimmed eye, a fisherman's hat on his head, a gray-green waistcoat, and a belly as big as if he was pregnant......

When he saw Luo, the old man was also taken aback.

He was sweating profusely when he suddenly found a young man with murderous intent staring at him, and the sweat on his forehead was sliding down in large drops.

Luo didn't speak, and the old man didn't know what to say for a while while with his pants up, he was really frightened by Luo.

After all, when I was old, my heart was not so big......

The two people, who were fifty or sixty years apart, stared at each other for more than ten seconds.

Luo slowly lowered his left hand from the whaling fork.

……

"Uh...... There were sandwiches and prosciutto in the backpack...... The taste may be a bit bad because my wife made it herself......"

The old man swallowed his saliva, and after seeing Luo put away that terrible posture, he held his pants in one hand and pointed to the backpack behind Luo with the other.

"Oh, good."

Law nodded.

Just sit where you are.

A lunch box was pulled out of the old man's backpack.

He's really hungry.

It turns out that the symbiote does not make him a god, and he will still die if he does not eat or drink......

……

After the old man saw Luo sit down, he hurriedly tied his belt.

Then he cautiously walked over to Luo.

It's also hard for him to act like a child who has done something wrong at his age, obviously Luo is robbing him of things to eat.

"Are you, lost?"

Instead of sitting directly on a folding chair, he stood.

"Yes."

Luo didn't look up at the old man, just nodded faintly.

He opened the lunch box, took out the chicken breast sandwich from the meal and ate it.

“……”

After taking a big bite hard, he only chewed it twice, and Luo's face sank slightly......

He couldn't figure out why anyone could make something as simple as a chicken sandwich so unpalatable.

There was a strange smell in Luo's mouth, and he said he couldn't tell which of the ingredients in the sandwich was wrong, but it was definitely not what a normal sandwich should taste like.

"Uh... You...... It's kind of unpalatable, right? ”

The old man asked Luo cautiously.

"Also...... Not bad. ”

Rowe endured the strange smell and swallowed the sandwich in his mouth.

"Is it a problem with pickled cucumbers? ……”

The old man asked.

"I guess it'......"

Luo himself is not sure, the chicken sandwich is a combination of bread slices, chicken breast, poached eggs, pickled cucumbers and salad dressing, maybe the old man is right, it is indeed possible that there is a problem with the pickled cucumbers.

"It's okay on the palate."

The old man finally dared to go to the folding chair and sit down.

The chair was crushed by his nearly two-hundred-pound weight and groaned, and it felt like it was going to fall apart at any moment.

"The taste is fine!"

Law nodded.

"I kept telling the dead old woman about the problem of pickling cucumbers, and she just didn't believe it!"

The old man pursed his lips, took off his fisherman's hat, and wiped the sweat from his face, revealing a large bald head with few hairs left.

Law looked at the rest of the sandwich in his hand.

After hesitating for a while, and glancing at the old man, he still decided not to wronged himself, put the sandwich back in the lunch box, and picked up a slice of bacon.

"I'll try prosciutto."

"Wise! The ham was made by me without any problems! Sprinkled with some of my homemade salt and pepper and barbecue sauce, it was the most perfect masterpiece of my life. ”

After Luo retracted his frightening eyes, the old man seemed to gradually let go, and boasted.

As he said this excitedly, the fat on his belly shook like a wave, and the folding chair moaned rhythmically......

From his words, it can probably be seen that the old man has spent his whole life on waste wood, after all, the most perfect masterpiece of his life is just a piece of smoked ham.

Luo was a little hesitant at first.

Because the old man's wife made a sandwich with such a strange taste, God knows what kind of magical taste this old guy's masterpiece of life will be.

But Luo was still hungry after all, and there was nothing wrong with the smell of the bacon.

So in the old man's expectant eyes, Luo still stuffed the prosciutto into his mouth.

……

Surprisingly delicious.

In fact, it is just ordinary smoked ham, and the salt and pepper and barbecue sauce do not have the amazing taste of a masterpiece that can be called a lifetime masterpiece.

But the victory is in Luo hunger.

He hadn't eaten for nearly twenty hours.

Now I can swallow a piece of smoked ham, which is blissful, even though the ham is already cold......

Actually, I don't know how it suddenly hit the shelves............................................................

(End of chapter)