These words were inexplicable to Connor, but these were not the most surprising to him, but the old man no longer spoke the obscure local language, but the serious Xizhou official dialect.

I heard Connor ask the old man:

"Your Excellency is alright? Did you get hurt or not? ”

The old man listened to Connor's words, and also changed his inexplicable expression, stretched out a pair of dirty hands and slapped his thighs with a "snap", and said indifferently:

"Just a few puppies, what can I do!"

With that, he leaned closer to Connor and stood upright. He picked up two broken bowls from the ground and walked towards the boiler, saying as he went:

"My surname is Xu Mingya, just because I was handsome, others call me Ya Ge! Don't know what young people are called? ”

That's right, this person's surname is Xu Mingya, but he said that he was born handsome, in the eyes of others, he really didn't dare to compliment! After asking, he had already opened the iron pot. Suddenly, the entire carriage was enveloped in a stench to the extreme, which was like a thousand-year-old pit and a 10,000-year-old rotting corpse. Such as stinky tofu that has been brewed for 100,000 years! I can't use any words or words to describe this stinky anymore, it's so stinky!

"Cough, cough..."Even though there is an orchid protector, but orchid is not a god, Connor covered his nose and coughed dryly. The voice muttered:

"In Lower Connor Nissa, Ago can be called in Lower Connor!"

Connor kept calling out the word "Yago", but he always felt very awkward. Following the stench, Connor approached behind Argo. I saw that Ya Ge took the rusty iron steel spoon with a broken handle, stirring left and right in the iron pot that was as black as thick ink and swarthy as copper oil, and the smell of stirring continued to come out.

After such a long time, no matter how smelly the smell was, Connor could be regarded as simply getting used to it. However, to his surprise, the stench did not seem to do any harm to the organism of organic life, to be precise: smelling this smell, although the stomach churned like a mountain and the ground cracked, it gave people a feeling of vitality, refreshment, and refreshment. It's magical, it's wonderful!

After Connor appeared, Nago did not shy away from it at all, and said happily while stirring:

"Today's distinguished guests are coming, the little old man has not eaten much, this pot is a good thing! Ordinary people have a rare chance to smell it! ”

"Honored guest!? It's not a very expensive guest, but it's just a passerby. Connor waved his hand, he didn't think he was a very distinguished guest at all.

"Brother Connor and I have never known each other all our lives, and today I came to the rescue, how can I not be considered a distinguished guest?" Distinguished guests' are the word for it! The rotten spoon in Yago's hand did not stop.

Stirring and stirring, I saw that the black liquid that was originally empty, and the black liquid that was originally full of pots was not in the copper oil that had no solid substance. Several milky snake-white creatures swam back and forth in the black liquor, and Connor's eyes were wide open, and the pale blue light in his pupils flickered to see what was inside.

This is a scorpion-like life that is not a scorpion, a snake and not a snake. It is said that it is a scorpion, just because it has two pairs of claw pincers, and the pointed tail and stinger are terrifying. It is said that it is a snake, just because the slender white strip of mucus between its head and tail is slippery, and it is very disgusting.

This femme fatale is not big or long, but it is only a bundle away. With the iron spoon in Yago's hand, this monster rolled more and more in the pot, turning more and more densely. No matter how much Connor opened his eyes, he couldn't see how these femme fatales emerged and how they were born, could it be that they grew out of thin air.

Ya Ge also seemed to see Connor's doubts, it was really a waste of words, Connor was not afraid of smell, his head stretched forward close to the iron pot, and he wanted to put his head into the black liquid in the pot. At this time, no matter how strange it is, I only blame the short neck and lose the advantage. In this way, as long as you are not a fool, you can see what Connor has in mind, and then Yago is not a fool. Seeing that Connor had doubts in his heart, he relieved his doubts:

"The critter in here is called a xenomorph scorpion! This black oil is called gutter oil!

The alien scorpion has tenacious vitality, and the blood of the body is a strong acid, which corrodes all things, and it can be said that nothing is not corrupted, and nothing is not corroded. Its growth and fecundity are extremely terrifying, as long as it is given a little nutrition, it can transform that little bit of nutrition and mountain body with its own nuclear fusion reactor-like body! With the slightest dependence on its host, it can reproduce billions of dollars! It's called... Perfect... Organism......!

It's a pity that I met gutter oil! Gutter oil not only destroys its reproductive ability and growth power, but also neutralizes the strong acids in its body! Gutter oil, perfect oil, there is no oil in the world that can compare with it, because none of them have this qualification. I compare it to poetry, to landscape ink, it is more elegant than poetry, more noble than landscape ink. ”

As he spoke, he had already filled a bowl full of gutter oil and alien scorpions to eat, and regardless of Connor's wrong expression, he handed it over. Connor took the broken bowl with some trembling tremors, and his heart beat a drum:

"Damn! Could it be that you let me eat this?! ”

After serving Connor, Yago took care of himself and filled another bowl. Even though Connor had seen a lot of the world, it was the first time he had faced such food, and he pointed to the alien scorpion in the bowl that was still swimming flexibly from side to side, and stammered in a tone:

"Yago..., it's... They also... Live... Alive! How... How to eat? ”

Ya Ge held a bowl of alien scorpion in his hand, glanced at Connor with the eyes of a hillbilly and a dirt bun, and said:

"Brother Connor, I don't understand! This alien scorpion has the best raw food, and it is not rich in nutrition. Ordinary people have eaten to prolong their lives for thousands of years, and cultivators have eaten to increase their merits for a hundred years! Live food not only has a better effect, but also tastes delicious!

Come! The humble house is simple, you and I just sit on the ground, don't dislike it! ”

Yago raised his foot, kicked the mess aside, cleared a small empty space, and sat down straight. Connor shook his head lightly, deaf to what Brother said about prolonging his life for a thousand years and increasing his merits for a hundred years. That's right, who would believe that a lonely person said this, even the legendary gods don't have the kind of thing that prolongs life for thousands of years and increases merit for a hundred years, let alone that!

With a "flutter", Connor sat down with a slap on his ass. Looking at the living creatures swimming in the bowl, his stomach churned, and he swallowed his saliva dryly, he didn't want to refute the kindness of others, but he didn't dare to eat the disgusting things in front of him. How is it good?

Seeing Connor's stunned, Nago patted his head and suddenly realized:

"Look at it, the little old man is really confused, there are bowls and no chopsticks, how can he become a feast?"

He rummaged through the clutter behind him. Finally, he took out four black bamboo chopsticks from the pile of dust, randomly counted two yards with his hands, and handed them to Connor. In other words, there is no need to say: "You can use these chopsticks to eat indiscriminately!" ”

Connor took the chopsticks and inadvertently wiped them on his clothes twice, not because Connor liked to be clean, but because it was too dirty.

Over there, Ya Ge had already picked up the lively alien scorpions with chopsticks and put them into his mouth, tasting the taste and swallowing them. Watching him eat and enjoy it.

Connor's chopsticks stirred around the bowl, picked out a non-flexible alien scorpion, picked it up, looked at it on the bowl, and swallowed saliva in his mouth, but he didn't dare to put it in his mouth to chew or swallow.

The "sluggish" alien scorpion in the chopsticks swung its tail, and its small body twisted, took off its chopsticks, and fell into the bowl. The bowl of black gutter oil splashed, Connor's "miserable", and the gutter oil splashed on his face without dropping.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand, squeezed his eyes with a sad face, stretched out his hand, wiped the gutter oil on his face, and couldn't help shouting frantically in his heart:

"Stink! It stinks! It really stinks!! ”

Nago Connor was stunned, laughing, and said in a shrill voice:

"Young people are in such a hurry, and no one is robbing you, eat slowly!"

After speaking, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered something. Putting down the bowl in his hand, it seemed that he had eaten too much and staggered up. Opening a storage box, rummaging through it for a while, he finally took out a handful of tattered clothes that smelled of old sweat, and he took the tattered clothes and returned cautiously like a treasure. Regardless of Connor's expression of covering his nose and crying and mourning, it gently opened in front of him.

Layer after layer, layer after layer, with each layer of garment, Connor counted the last thin layer, and there were nine layers. It is actually the number of ninety-nine, the highest number, which shows how extraordinary the things in it are!

The last layer slowly opens, and it catches the eye......

"Wow!" It was Connor's first reaction, and indeed it was. He wants to scold the street! I really wanted to scold the street, but there was a corpse in front of me