But the white fat man and Biao Ye regarded the matter of bringing Wei Flail as a must-do.

The coachman's son knelt on the ground and wept, next to his father's corpse, his shoulders shrugged so badly, that his pathos was extraordinary. At this time, a sudden change occurred, his cry slowly became smaller, and his shoulders stopped shaking.

The white fat man and Biao Ye's eyes widened, and they knew that something terrible was about to happen. Therefore, I cheered up for fear of missing the move of the coachman's son.

The coachman's son slowly bent down and bowed his head, his fingertips trembling as he reached out to touch the coachman's impersonal corpse. White like a speck gradually occupied his eyes, and neither Biao Ye nor the white fat man, who had their backs to the coachman's son, saw this scene.

The smell of blood in the internal organs was extremely dignified, and this disgusting smell reached his nose, but it was comparable to the elixir and jade dew of the Heavenly Palace Immortal Banquet. Grunt—a long, loud bowel sound, and his stomach was the first to protest. The saliva in his mouth was constantly secreting, and his mouth kept opening wide, exaggerated as if it was about to dislocate his jaw.

Meat, delicious meat!

The dark red intestines and various organs flowed all over the ground, like a layer of tempting gold, and he couldn't control his appetite. The coveting has been hanging on the swing at the corner of his mouth, and the Adam's apple is occasionally sensational.

The white fat man and Biao Ye both heard the obvious sound of saliva swallowing, this guy can't want to eat his father, right?

Rubbing his arm, the white fat man's chill did not decrease in the slightest.

Biao Ye's mentality is more inclined to sit on the shore and watch the fire, which is a good opportunity to see the face of these things.

The fat, bent and eighteen-bent intestines are bulging, and you can see their "fullness" at a glance. Organs such as the heart, liver, and kidneys were stained with a lot of dead grass and mud.

But this did not affect the appetite of the coachman's son, who was like a veteran visceral lover. He stuffed the twisted fat intestine into his mouth with relish, and chewed and swallowed it with his teeth. In a short time, the "fat intestine" was solved.

Then he turned his attention to the rest of his organs.

One mouthful after another, the salty blood brought him supreme satisfaction.

It would be perfect if there was another bowl of liquor, he thought with emotion, but the speed in his hand did not slow down in the slightest. The intimate contact between the teeth and the flesh, like the latest game, aroused the man's innocence—a pure, unbridled appetite.

The man's thirst for meat was much more than that, an old man weighed seventy pounds, but in about a quarter of an hour, there were piles of pink bones left in the ground. The man's appetite was exaggerated, and after swallowing the whole amount of a man's flesh, he went to crack the bone with a stone and suck the marrow like an addict.

Unfortunately, the old man's bones were close to complete calcification. The man blushed until he sucked up, but he didn't suck out a single bone marrow. After feasting, the man dug a large pit, buried the clean bones in the pit, and filled it with dirt and hay.

After a while, the man's whole body shook as if he had been electrocuted, and he was shocked. It was like waking up from a dream, looking at his mud-stained hands, completely forgetting why he was here. He stood up in confusion, the blood stains on the corners of his mouth and the tears on the corners of his eyes had not completely dried up.

It was as if he had lost some of his memory, he had completely forgotten that he had a father. He came looking for his father, found his father's body, and dismantled it and devoured it.

The middle-aged man walked out of the grass aimlessly, and he saw the carriage blocked by the blue cloth. But there is always a gentleman's advice that he has good wealth and takes it in a good way.

"When I entered the city, I went to report to the official messenger, and a carriage was worth ten taels of silver." The white fat man and Biao Ye heard the middle-aged man's broken thoughts before leaving: "This person is so careless, such a big carriage is gone, and the silver of the white flowers has come to naught, alas, ......"

"Biao Ye, what do you think?" The middle-aged man walked for a long time, and when he was sure that he would not return the same way, the white fat man asked Biao Ye. This place is too dangerous, and he has also read a few books that record the official history and wild history of the Xi Dynasty. He can be sure that for seven years, there is absolutely no record of cannibalism.

Among the three, Wei Flails was unconscious and useless. Now the only people who can make up their minds are him and Biao Ye, and he is a little godless for a while. The oldest human emotions come from fear, and the deepest fears come from the unknown.

The white fat man looked at Biao Ye's calm face, and he was in danger, thinking that he must be relying on something, so he wanted to hear Biao Ye's views on the current situation.

Biao Ye doesn't have a clue, but it's always right to respond to all changes with the same. If the current situation meets his guess, even if their number increases by a hundred times, it will be in vain, and the danger of the secret realm will not reduce the mortality rate because of the increase in the number of people, and everyone is equal in the face of death.

"It's not good to stay here, and while the other party leaves, we'll put him in the carriage." Biao Ye moved out the sleeping Wei flail in the grass, and the white fat man didn't feel that there was anything wrong with bringing a burden.

Although Wei Flai, an adult man, looks thin, he is also one hundred and twenty pounds. Biao Ye wanted to keep a sentry to prevent someone from coming suddenly, and the white fat man got Wei Flails to the car alone, and his forehead sweated a lot. The two heavy backpacks also cost him a lot of energy.

The temperature gradually rose, and the lush weeds around provided them with a lot of cover, which also made the surroundings a little messy of grass. Sticky, like someone holding a dog's tail grass and going out of their way to harass your nose.

There are also many unknown small bugs in the grass, very small, like fleas on pets, but not as hard as fleas. The white fat man didn't know the names of these little insects, and as soon as the carriage started, he pinched ten little insects to death, and the parts of the bites were very itchy.

The white fat man was uncomfortable, but fortunately, he was well prepared, there was spray in his backpack, and he sprayed a lot of it on his body, so that those insects were not so presumptuous. Fat people are easy to attract mosquitoes, two thin ones and one of his fat ones are here, when he squatted in the grass just now, he suffered a lot of crimes, and he endured it all the time in order not to be discovered.

Biao Ye took out the compass, and the white fat man scratched his head in the carriage, and the mud on his face had not yet been wiped clean, looking like a wild man running out of a barren mountain.

The compass is ticking, but the hands show no signs of stopping, indicating that the magnetic field here is very disturbed.

Biao Ye put away the needle, but the haze in his heart was getting worse.

This was the case last time, when I was teleported to an unknown place for a moment, and the compass could not be used. Only he escaped that time, is there such good luck this time?

Biao Ye became more and more convinced that the three of them were trapped in a mysterious realm that seemed to be unreal, where everything was made of falsehood, but it was better than reality, and if they died here, then they were real deaths.

After the white fat man chased away the worm, he ripped open the collar of his coat, and an ornament worn with hemp rope hung around his neck. The necklace has the appearance of a toothy and clawed eye, decorated with vine-like patterns.

This necklace was handed to him by Bi Qisi before departure, this thing is like those bloody weapons in the thousand-year-old murderous tombs, there is a vague sense of ominousness lingering, and it is not a good thing at first glance. But he was intimidated by the methods of the people of Bethissy, and he didn't have the courage to leave it behind.

He had inquired about the man who had given him the necklace, and Beatis had given it to him. The man only said, "Lord Beatis, let him take it and bring it to the tomb, and then he will know what to do." Although he knew that he was going to the tomb to find a key, he and Biao Ye didn't know what this key looked like and what it was for.

The horses are old horses, the carts are old cars, the rough trails are not flat, and the wheels run over the gravel from time to time. The grass in the carriage had a very limited cushioning effect, and after walking for about half an hour, the fat white man felt that his ass was about to bloom.

It didn't take long for the ordeal to end, and there was a hut in the distance halfway up the mountain. There is a stream flowing next to it, and the sharp-eyed Biao Ye can also see the rooster with colorful tail feathers running around the mountains.

Ancient chickens still have wild nature and are particularly agile in the mountains, but according to the size of these chickens, this group of chickens should be the owner's house here, and the hut should be the house built by the hunters on the mountain. Biao Ye has rich experience in survival in the wild, the temperature difference between day and night in the wild mountains is very large, and there are two sleeping bags in their backpacks, but there is no guarantee that the unconscious Wei Flail will not freeze to death.

I can't believe all the people and things in the secret realm, but the feeling of feedback is real, if you don't think about the low temperature at night, then wait to freeze to death in the secret realm. Not long before, they had seen the coachman's son, who had swallowed the driver's body into his stomach.

Knowing that there might be a big problem with the people here, because of the Wei flail, Biao Ye had to know that there were tigers in the mountains and preferred to go to the tiger mountains. They must spend the night in this mountain hut tonight, and now the only way to do so is to see the opportunity to do so.

I'm not a vegetarian either...... Biao Ye has full strength as a backing, if it is just the level of the old man's mutation, he can handle it alone.

The horse has normal physiology, with disheveled hair, some of which are clumped, and the horseshoe on the hooves is well nailed, but the hoof armor on the soles of the feet is a little thick. It seems that the coachman did not raise this horse carefully, which is also in line with his image as an old farmer, and he is not so particular.

It was an old horse, carrying three people with an average weight of 140 pounds to climb here, which was a big test.

After all, Biao Ye is still a modern person, and in the past, when he went to the wild to survive, he also had to rely on these equipment. The inability to use the compass affected his judgment of direction, and because he was unfamiliar with the terrain that had changed in ancient times, he went in the opposite direction.

If the coachman was to transport vegetables to the city to sell, the two-hour work should be almost as fast as possible, and the flow of people and carriages would increase. But they didn't see any other carriages along the way, including passers-by with bags on their backs.

Both Biao Ye and the white fat man realized that they were going in the wrong direction, but they blamed the old man for changing too quickly, and they didn't have time to put words out of his mouth. The old man must have finished selling vegetables in the city and was about to rush home.