On top of the bonfire, a blackened pine branch passed through a piece of roasted hot meat, and the fat on the meat piece was flooded with small bubbles in the high-temperature baking, and due to gravity, there were many roasted fat pieces that broke away from the meat pieces and dripped into the bonfire, making the flames rise up a few points from time to time.

This was supposed to be a mouth-watering scene, but the ten uninvited guests who didn't even have a proper ass posture suddenly lost their appetite.

Not only did they have no appetite, but several unsuspecting people even felt the acid churning in their stomach pouches, and they were uncomfortable to spit out of their throats at any time.

It wasn't the flesh of a beast that was roasting on the campfire, and it was clear from the undeformed silhouette that it was a child's little foot!

Ichiro Matsumoto, who was sitting closest to the fat monk, even counted the toes on that half-cooked little foot!

Several unsuspecting samurai instinctively took three steps back, and as they retreated, their hands already pressed into their katanas, ready to draw their swords out of their sheaths.

The fat monk seemed to have expected the reaction of the uninvited guest, and he smiled, but his originally merciful smile became strange because of the half child's foot in his hand.

He showed his white and shiny teeth, stretched out the pine stick in his hand to everyone, and said: "You're welcome, fresh and delicious, first bleed and then slaughtered, to ensure that there is no smell of sorrow." ”

Judging from his expression, it seems that the steak in his hand is a medium-rare steak, and he humbly serves it to the guests first.

When it comes to human flesh, how can normal people gladly accept it?

"You...... Who the hell are you? Matsumoto Ichiro held back his churning stomach and almost gritted his teeth to squeeze out a few words.

The fat monk ignored it, and ignored the half-cooked human flesh in his hand, and muttered: "Good meat, the meat of a child who has not yet been weaned is the most delicious." It also has a milky flavor that other flesh does not have, and it is the most delicious delicacy in the world! ”

As he spoke, he really brought the muscles of the child's legs to his mouth, opened his mouth and bit down on a piece, and chewed it carefully with his mouth, as if what he was tasting was not disgusting human flesh at this time. It's the tastiest part of the calf.

"You ......" Matsumoto was speechless for a while!

The benevolent face, but when paired with the hideous cannibalistic scene, it only adds a bit of horror.

At this time, a ronin-looking person noticed something and shouted at Matsumoto Ichiro, "Matsumoto-sama, look at the ground!" ”

Following the man's point, it was only then that people realized that not far from the campfire, there was a pile of bones still stained with muscle fibers. It was overlapping, and from the skeleton, it was clearly the torso of a child, and of course, the internal organs inside had long since disappeared.

If you can resist the urge to vomit and move your gaze to the left for half a minute, you will find a pile of blood-stained children's clothes.

Judging from the clothing, it is obviously not the clothing of untouchable children.

Matsumoto Ichiro noticed a few parts of his clothes that weren't stained with blood. Something that looked like a badge -- wasn't that the badge of the Rissho-sama family?

"Brute, you killed the little young master of Master Lizheng!"

Matsumoto Ichiro snorted. After a day of hard searching, I finally found the trace of the little master, but it was a pile of dry bones.

As a friend and subordinate of Lizheng, how can he tell this cruel truth to Lord Lizheng!

Matsumoto's eyes showed a fierce light, and the arm that was holding the knife turned rapidly. The katana slammed its sheath, and a dazzling silver light flashed through the dark mountain temple.

That's a slashing stance!

Now I can only use the blood of the monk to explain to Lord Lizheng!

The samurai of Japan were never afraid of war, or rather, compared to the mouth and wisdom. They prefer to use the knife in their hands to solve problems and disputes.

Matsumoto Ichiro is a killer move as soon as he makes a move, and he also takes advantage of the other party's back to him, how do you look at it, after pulling out the knife and slashing, what he gains should be the fat monk's body divided into two.

However, Matsumoto didn't feel the coolness of the blade entering the flesh! On the contrary, the slash just now was obviously slashed at the position where the fat monk was sitting, but it seemed to be slashed in a pile of air, and it couldn't be mixed.

However, the fat monk still sat still, motionless.

From beginning to end, he didn't see the fat monk move his ass.

What's going on?

Just when Matsumoto Ichiro was puzzled, other samurai also drew their katana swords, but with their sword skill realm, they had not yet reached the point where Matsumoto could use the drawn sword at will.

For a while, silver light echoed and flickered in the Broken Mountain Temple, and the two hunters, who were bolder than the woodcutters, also took off the longbow behind their backs, bent their bows and arrows, and were ready to shoot at any time.

No one noticed that a woodcutter standing in an inconspicuous position quietly fell into the darkness while everyone was tense with the monk.

The woodcutter's disappearance did not attract the attention of others, or rather, neither the samurai nor the ronin subconsciously cared that a woodcutter contributed to them, so the woodcutter's hiding behavior may not be aware, or it may be aware of it, but it is not pointed out.

In the face of the nine people who were on guard with weapons and could attack at any time, the fat monk gnawed the roast leg meat in his hand three times and divided it by two, and threw the thin white leg bones into the bonfire.

He got up slowly, and it is worth noting that he did not stand up with his hands on his back, and his feet crossed his knees flicked slightly, and he stood up.

"Amitabha, in the next Dharma number, I met with you Pingshui, I don't know why your donors suddenly used a knife against the Sprinkle family?"

He folded his hands together, and his tone of voice was the same as that of a monk.

If you ignore the plot just now, they really think that they are wrong to blame a good person.

But in fact, with ironclad evidence, this man-eating monk is fundamentally contrary to his benevolent appearance, just like a demon and demon monk who eats people and does not spit out bones.

Matsumoto Ichiro nodded his head heavily, and with this as a code, all the samurai ronin attacked at the same time.

In the silent mountain temple, the shouts of killing shook the sky, and the high-pitched voice was about to collapse the already unsturdy ceiling.

Outside the mountain temple, a black shadow ran down the broken stone steps everywhere, he had not yet touched the ground with his feet, put the index finger and thumb of his right hand in front of his lips, and made a whistle with his lips, but the sound was not loud, at least a few people in the mountain temple would not hear it.

As soon as the whistle fell, Helena and Iron Blade appeared in front of the dark shadow.

"How?" The voice is beautiful, like a yellow warbler's clear cry, and it must be Helena's voice.

The man dressed as a woodcutter raised his head, slowly moved the palm pressed on his face, revealing his original face, and was just about to say something, in the mountain temple behind him, the shouting and killing stopped abruptly, and the abrupt feeling was as if he was watching the critical moment of "The Battle of the Five Armies", and the power suddenly went out. (To be continued.) )