This white pig is too small, and after eating it for half a day, it only eats half of the neck of the barramundi viper.

Seeing that the sky in the east was beginning to white, Wang Jin knew that it would have to be 5 o'clock in the morning. Waving at the white pig, I didn't know what you were, but you also opened my eyes, you can enjoy your feast, and I want to get up and go down the mountain.

This snake can't be sold for money, and it would be strange if you showed it to the people in the city and didn't scare them to death. The white pig seemed to be able to read people's hearts, and looked up at Wang Jin.

Suddenly shivered, and then foamed at the mouth. Bang, lay on the ground. One person, one dog saw this sudden scene, and they were all stunned.

Wang Jin waited in place very cautiously for a long time, and this guy never moved again. Wang Jin walked over, and the white pig with a snake hook bucket was already dead.

Unexpectedly, it's still a fool, a stupid idiot. For the sake of stuttering, he lost his life like this.

Looking at the dead snake, Wang Jin felt that it was necessary to take it back to the village. So, he took out the Rambo jungle saber and wanted to cut off the snake's head.

However, he changed his mind because he wanted to collect some snake venom. So out of the bag came a glass test tube with a holster on it.

Wang Jin picked up the snake from the ground, pinched the snake's mouth, and the long poisonous fangs of the tube turned out, thinking that if he was bitten by a snake with such teeth last night, he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

So, press the snake's tooth on the holster of the test tube in the bottle. Although the snake was big, when it bit the white pig, the poison was used poorly, only a little more than a drop, and it was slowly left in the test tube.

Then, Wang Jincai cut off the head of the snake, dug a pit and buried it. The thickest part of the snake's body was as thick as a child's arm, so he prepared to put the headless dead snake into a woven bag.

But look at the dead white pig, he is too tired to dig a pit and bury it, this martyr or this stupid corpse, and he can't bear to abandon the corpse in the wilderness.

The index brings it back as well. Maybe Uncle recognizes what this is. So the white pig was put into a woven bag and carried, and it weighed less than ten catties.

Holding the snake tongs in one hand, he held the dead snake and carried it on his shoulder. Walk in the direction of the village. While walking, I couldn't help but feel proud in my heart, which was a bit of Wu Song's meaning of fighting the tiger.

However, he felt that it was better to keep a low profile, and the equipment for collecting snake venom was actually not a professional test tube.

Say it, for fear of disgrace to the dead. It's a broken, energy-saving light bulb, with one on it, and boys will have it

"Durex".