It's not corpse oil, it's human oil.

In the pungent smell, if you sniff carefully, you can tell that there is a particularly sour taste inside.

The fat made from the fat of a living person is definitely different from the fat made from the corpse of a dead person.

At this point, Zhao Ke can affirm the difference between the two.

After thinking about it, I saw Zhao Ke stand up quietly. The cat walked to the edge of the tent.

With a finger, he gently opened the tent and swept his cold eyes out of the tent.

Under the campfire, there was silence all around, except for the occasional sound of insects, and the dart master in charge of the night vigil sat by the campfire with the knife in his hand, and occasionally quietly took a gourd from his arms, opened the stopper, and took a sip from his mouth.

Zhao Ke looked at it for a while and didn't notice anything wrong.

When I sniffed it again, I found that the smell was gone.

"Gone? Could it be that I'm thinking too much? ”

Zhao Ke hesitated, and suddenly Zhao Ke looked at the back of his hand! He noticed that his hairs stood on end, one by one.

A chill came from behind him.

The sharp killing intent was like a sharp sword, which made the muscles in Zhao Ke's back tense.

Without looking back, his fingers silently swiped on the storage ring, and gently grasped the handle of Yukihime.

"Hey, monk, what are you doing?"

At this time, the dart master who had fallen asleep before quietly sat up and stared coldly at Zhao Ke's back.

I couldn't help but shout.

Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned around, and the chill that had just shrouded him disappeared without a trace at this time.

There were only Zhao Ke and the awakened dart master in the tent, looking at each other, each with a bit of caution and confusion in their eyes.

Zhao Ke looked left and right, and immediately stuffed the snow Jizi that was already in his hand back into the storage ring.

"I was going to go to the toilet, but ......"

Zhao Ke said, pointing to the woods outside in the black hole.

"It's too dark, I'm a little afraid to go."

After listening to Zhao Ke's words, the dart master couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and looked at Zhao Ke's body, and saw Zhao Ke hunched over, his legs clamped together, and it seemed that he was really a little anxious to urinate.

Seeing this, the dart master was happy in his heart, and said in his heart: "Hmph, I'll just say, what else can be wrong with this white monk." ”

Thinking of this, I saw the dart master grinning.

"Let's go, it's just right, I'm also in urgent need of urination, let's have a partner."

As he spoke, the dart master got out of the bed and took the long knife at his waist in his hand.

"Good, good!" Zhao Ke stared at the long knife in the dart master's hand, squinted, and a smile appeared on his face.

Follow the master and walk out of the tent carefully.

"Go pee."

Walking out of the tent, the companion in charge of the night vigil said hello and walked back with Zhao Ke.

"Got it, remember to pee!"

The guard nodded, looked at Zhao Ke's back, a faint glint flashed in his eyes, smiled coldly, hugged his wine gourd, and smeared another sip on his mouth.

In this barren mountain and forest, there is naturally no place like a toilet, just find a place to solve it.

At this time, the dart master in front of him walked a little far with himself.

Zhao Ke didn't care at first, wondering in his heart what was going on with Fang Cai's creepy aura.

However, as soon as I looked up, I saw that the two of them had gone so far before they knew it.

Looking back, I can vaguely see the vague shadow of the camp, and if I go down, I'm afraid I don't even want to see the shadow.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's heart suddenly became vigilant, and he carefully scanned his gaze around.

"Hurry up!"

Seeing that Zhao Ke's pace began to slow down, the dart master couldn't help but urge.

"Yes...... Wouldn't it be nice here? ”

"Go a little further ahead, Lao Tzu a lot, and I can't sleep at night, hurry up!"

The dart master urged impatiently.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart, obviously the other party didn't even bother to fool himself, this was the downwind.

Don't say it's, even if it's boiled, no one will smell it.

The other party urged himself like this, which shows that he is already very impatient in his heart.

Zhao Ke did not continue to walk forward, but stood in place and lowered his head: "I'm fast...... I can't hold it anymore. ”

The master looked back and saw that the monk refused to go any further.

The look on his face suddenly darkened, and when he looked at it again, he felt that it was far away from the camp, and he pondered it for a while, and felt that it was almost the same.

When he stepped forward, the expression on his face was piercing and revealing a broad smile, and a pair of eyes narrowed into a slit.

Nodding: "Okay, then here." ”

"Oops, I can't hold it anymore."

I saw Zhao Ke quickly take off his pants, turned around and sprinkled urine on the roots, and asked while untying his hands: "Isn't it convenient for the donor, please feel free, you're welcome." ”

"You're welcome?"

The dart master was stunned for a moment, his face couldn't help shaking, and he said in his heart: "Who is polite to you." ”

Glancing at Zhao Ke, he saw the dart master's eyes narrowed, and he sneered: "Okay, then I'm not welcome." ”

As he spoke, he saw that the dart master suddenly pulled out the long knife in his hand, and the blade cut a cold light in the dark night.

A knife stabbed into Zhao Ke's lower abdomen.

The cold blade pierced out of his back, causing Zhao Ke to stiffen.

Immediately after, I saw the dart master kick up, and with a "poof" sound, blood splashed out along the knife edge.

The air immediately filled the air with the smell of blood.

"Ahh You...... Why do you ......?"

Seeing that the monk was not dead, the dart master's eyes suddenly revealed a sense of anger, and he put the knife on his shoulder: "There is a road in heaven that you don't go, and there is no door to break in to hell, monk, it was none of your business, who asked you to come with you." ”

Zhao Ke couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, and after glancing around, he made sure that there were no other helpers around.

Those cunning eyes quickly disappeared into the darkness.

What he was most worried about at first was this guy and what other accomplices were ambushing here.

Fang Cai's murderous aura was so strong that when Zhao Ke remembered it, he felt his scalp tingle for a while, and he didn't know what it was.

But at this time, it seems that it should have nothing to do with this dart master.

Oh, of course, this dart master is naturally not a good person, but it doesn't seem to be aimed at himself, he is right, because it should be aimed at the rich businessman Jia Sancai.

Thinking of this, the muscles on Zhao Ke's face twisted, looking at the oncoming dart master in front of him, his legs kept kicking back, and he asked in horror: "I, I, what do I have to do with this, I'm afraid the donor has misunderstood." ”

"Misunderstanding? That's not a misunderstanding, it's just that you're unlucky, don't worry, wait for it, Jia Sanye will accompany you later. ”

After the dart master finished speaking, he saw the long knife in his hand raised above his head, aimed at Zhao Ke's head, and slashed head-on.

"Poof!"

The sound of blood dripping could be heard in the air, and a human head rolled to the ground.

There was a look of horror on his fierce face.

I'm afraid that before I died, I was still thinking about what the moment I saw the golden mang.

After resting for a while, Zhao Ke got up from the ground.

I saw that the wound on his abdomen had healed in such a short period of time.

He glanced at the corpse of the dart master on the ground.

Zhao Ke was not polite, and after groping with the corpse for a while, he groped out some scattered silver from his pocket.

Other than that, I didn't see anything of value.

However, Zhao Ke pinched his fingers, and a satisfied smile still appeared on his face: "At least this muscle is good." ”

Throw the corpse into the storage ring.

I saw Zhao Ke turn around cautiously and turn back in the direction of the camp.

For that Jia Sanye, Zhao Ke was not interested at all, he died when he died, and he didn't have much to do with him.

However, he was stabbed inexplicably, and Zhao Ke didn't seem to be confused about this account.

Pressing the step, even if there is no power of stamps.

But in the dark night, Zhao Ke still made his body perfectly integrated with the surrounding environment.

Under the concealment of lust.

Zhao Ke escaped into the camp, looked at the camp, the red-roofed tent, and silently took out the snow Jizi and held it in his hand.

Zhao Ke remembered that the man led by the dart master lived in this tent with a red roof.

It was he who arranged for the three dart masters to sleep with him tonight, and I am afraid that he may not plan to cut himself into meat sauce in his sleep.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke's body image was like a wisp of wind, sneaking into the dart master's tent.

I just stepped into the tent and took a look, but I saw that there was no one in the tent.

"No more? Or ......"

Seeing that there was no one in the tent, Zhao Ke had a bad feeling in his heart and quickly walked out of the tent.

The camp was found empty, and there was no one at all.

"What about people?"

Zhao Ke was stunned, the huge camp, why is there no one, no! And one more!

Suddenly, Zhao Ke's eyes looked at the campfire in the camp.

In front of the bonfire, Jia San was sitting there, holding a string of Bodhi beads in his hand.

The beads were shiny with oil, but in the dark night they shone like jade.

With the bonfire shaking, he saw Jia San's fat face, and his expression was like a bonfire shaking in front of him.

It's unpredictable, it's unpredictable, what's going on in this guy's mind.

On the bonfire, there is a large steamer, and there is an iron pot on the side.

As soon as Zhao Ke took a look, he saw the hot oil that had begun to boil in the iron pot, and when he sniffed it, the pungent smell made Zhao Ke's heart move, and his eyes couldn't help but become serious: "It's you!" ”

"Little Master, on such a cold day, do you want to come over and drink a bowl of hot soup."

I saw Jia San grinning and had a good impression of Zhao Ke.

Lift the steamer in front of you and take out a sleek human head from it.

As soon as he slapped his hand, he heard a bang, and the skull flew up on the smooth head.

Jia San lifted the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of hot oil in the iron pot, and poured it into his brain.

"Zizi Zi ......"

I saw that in the human head, the boiling chili red oil, bubbling, and the red and white brain flowers, made people can't help but increase their appetite.

Looking at the fragrance coming out of the human head in his hand, Jia San couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of spit, and said enthusiastically to Zhao Ke: "Try it, my family's specialty, oil splashes brains." ”