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The cellar is not the dark tide of the imagination, but unexpectedly bright and warm.

Cautiously, he controlled his breathing and footsteps, and pressed the hilt of his sword behind his back with his right hand.

One step, two steps......

Finally stepping on the smooth marble floor.

A pungent breath, a continuous snoring.

Suddenly, a large, round volleyball-like figure appeared in the middle of the cellar.

Rodin couldn't help but think of the Zhu Bajie he had seen in the cartoon, and this thing was exactly the same.

It took its most basic human form, and was leaning against the edge of a two-person stone table in the center of the cellar, snorting and snorting.

The monster was about eight feet tall.

Its lower body is wearing a pair of leather pants that are about to burst, and its upper body belly is high and bulging, round like a meat ball, and its belly is fatter than that of a pregnant woman who is ten months pregnant.

The arms and legs are thick and short, the upper half is fat, the lower half is slender, and it has a strange tapered shape.

It also has a light layer of black hair between its chest and abdomen, which looks quite rough.

The neck is not visible between the chest and the skull, the fat head is big, the ears are big, and the face is shiny.

The most terrifying thing is that he has a bald face, a collapsed nose, small eyes, fanned ears, and a bloody mouth, which is extremely ugly.

In the mouth of the blood basin, two fangs as sharp as wild boars protruded beyond their lips, adding to the hideousness.

Rodin carefully examined the cellar.

The cellar is about 20 square meters, and the walls and floor are flat and smooth.

The stoves in the four corners are blazing.

In addition to the stone table in the center, there was a calf-high vat at the end of the cellar, which was filled with black, slimy, pungent feces and urine.

Rodin walked around the back of the stone table and found a dense pile of white bones and some messy vegetables.

There are pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, and fish in the white bones, but no human bones have been found.

It seems that this monster has not eaten people.

Since the villagers dared to raise it so defenselessly, the danger of this monster should not be high.

He leaned silently against the back wall, his memories racing.

After a few moments, he was sure that the monster's diary did not contain information about the fat stranger.

Why do the villagers call it a god and offer it like a Buddha statue?

Could it really bless the crops in the village?

Just walked away?

Rodin picked up a broken bone and threw it at the monster's body.

"Bang"

"Bang"

"Hmph, hmph-"

A sound similar to that of a boar.

The monster at the stone table suddenly stood up in a cute manner.

It wiped its face with its fluffy, turnip-like fingers.

Nighty-eyed yelled,

"Who would dare to disturb Lord Pigman during sleep time!?"

Seeing clearly the one-eyed stranger with the double sword in front of him, it was a little surprised and vigilant.

"Who are you, how come I've never seen you?

The voice is high-pitched and loud, full of energy, like a thunderbolt in the cellar.

Rodin spread his hands evenly to show that he had no ill intentions.

Since this monster speaks, it can communicate.

"Sorry to disturb your sleep. Rodin, the contemptible man, was just a traveler who happened to pass by the village. “

"I stumbled upon this cellar, so I came down to take a look. ”

"Just a little curious. Are you the god of the villagers?"

Seeing that the other party was stating his intentions, the monster became a little grinning and yawned, and replied lazily:

"Since you apologize so sincerely, then Master Pigman doesn't care. As for your question, there is no need for Master Pygman to hide it. “

Saying that, it tilted its head a little arrogantly and snorted twice,

"As you have heard, I am the god of this village!"

"The villagers provide me with food and shelter, and I will let them have a good harvest all year round!"

Rodin asked tentatively, "Oh, do you have a talent for catalyzing crops?"

Pigman seemed quite impatient, and his ears were so impatient that he fanned out one by one, "Why are there so many problems, it's really troublesome!"

"I'm sorry, I'm just curious. Leave after asking. “

"That's it, the gods will satisfy you ignorant fellow!"

Anyway, it pointed to the vat against the wall,

"When I saw the jar, the contents were the treasures I gave to the villagers. ”

Yes?

Rodin was dumbfounded.

"Feelings, the excrement of monsters, is the best fertilizer. It really deserves its appearance, it is simply a pig of pigs. ”

The first time this kind of thing happened, it seemed that the village and the pig god formed a mutually beneficial symbiotic relationship.

"There are hundreds of families in the village, is your 'baby' enough?"

Pigman, the pig god, was insulted, blowing his beard and glaring.

"You are a god of heaven and I came for nothing, if I use my 'treasure' to water the farmland directly, the crops will not be able to bear it at all, and I will have to dilute it with water several times before I can use it. “

"What an idiot who doesn't understand anything!"

This monster who makes a living from his own excrement actually despises him?

Rodin secretly mused: "Pig god, I will write it down - fat head and big ears, half human and half pig, extremely ugly, and its dung is convenient for crops. ”

He had already made up his mind to pay attention, and when he turned around, he wrote down the monster in his notebook.

"Lord Pigman, looking at your size, you must have eaten a lot of food, can this small village really satisfy your daily food?"

The pig god snorted twice and said disdainfully: "Then it depends on what the villagers think, they let me eat enough, and naturally I will give more 'treasures' to them." ”

After saying that, it seemed to be a little tired from sitting, and suddenly stood up and walked a few slow and sluggish steps.

It was full of fat and flesh, and in just a few steps, it was panting and sweating on its forehead.

"Interesting, interesting. ”

This pig god doesn't seem to have any combat power except for a fat body, and with such a loud name, he is a guy who is strong and strong?

Kill him?

No, Rodin wasn't a monster-hating Inquisition.

Whether it is for humans or monsters, he believes in the principle that people don't offend me, and I don't offend people.

Moreover, it is more beneficial for the villagers to keep it.

"Well, then, Lord Pigman, excuse me, and I'll take my leave. ”

Rodin said jokingly, and approached the side of the pig god, a pungent smell of body fluids and sweat, but the pig god was slow to react and did not be vigilant at all.

"Rodin, remember to tell the villagers for me that today you will send more roast lamb to Lord Pigman for a change of taste. I won't go up,

Too tired!"

With that, it snorted and sat down on the ground.

"Hehe, it's really a big world, and there are no wonders. ”

Satisfied with his curiosity, Rodin did not delay any longer, and strode out of the village and returned to the caravan.

As for the prayer of the pig god, he completely dismissed it as a joke and put it out of his mind.