"A short dagger made by Blacksmith Zhao."

"Special weapons."

"For anything, there is a penetrating effect."

"Introduction: A very good self-protection weapon, when in danger, it has a good effect on saying that it is not good."

“....”

Although there was a gift of daggers as running expenses, as far as Li Xiaoshuai was concerned, he couldn't be happy.

Because there was a very depressed sense of crisis, which enveloped him.

Obviously, sending knives is a fatal thing.

From the very beginning, before the fat woman killed the tall woman, she also consulted the village chief to see that these villagers could not kill them casually.

Some rules can be touched, and if you can't say it, it's fine.

Like what... Like a tall woman before being killed. For example, it could be to make them angry. Another example... Stepping into someone's doorstep... Wait a minute... All could be rules.

This is Li Xiaoshuai's self-speculation.

After all, judging from the angry performance of Blacksmith Zhao, his speculation should be correct.

Raising his head and noticing the dark clouds in the distance, Li Xiaoshuai was reluctant, so he could only walk to the east.

...

Meanwhile.

The people who have been assessed are completing their conditions...

Grocery store entrance.

The white girl came to the grocery store at the request of the village chief and made a request: "I will help the village chief buy lamp oil." ”

The grocery store owner was a middle-aged man with a deflated face and a weirdly concave head.

"Where's the exchange?"

"What... Is it an exchange? The girl froze.

"Didn't you?" The middle-aged man of the dry corpse opened his mouth, revealing two fangs, "Okay, after I grind you into oil, I will send him half of it." ”

...

A pigsty filled with the smell of rot and fish, and a few fat and huge black pigs were kept.

McKina poured in the mess of pig food he had found, and found that the black pigs were not interested at all.

"Why don't these pigs eat?" McKina looked confused.

"Because... We want to eat your meat. ”

A deep male voice sounded.

McKina looked at it in amazement, and soon he realized that it was one of the black pigs in the pigsty who spoke.

Horror just appeared from his face, and the next moment, several black pigs, revealing a crazy look with human nature, opened their bloody mouths full of fine fangs at him...

...

In the well in the center of the village.

Li Na stood near the empty wellhead and threw down the well rope with the bucket tied.

After a while, she was just about to pull the well rope up.

But I found that the well rope seemed to be stuck, and I couldn't pull it...

She looked down the well in confusion.

A pair of miserable white hands are holding on to the well rope and slowly climbing up from the water...

...

Li Xiaoshuai didn't know that something was happening in some other places.

Otherwise, he would be glad that his sixth sense, which he had prevented before it happened, really helped his little life...

At this point...

He was standing in the distance of the butcher's house, staring in horror at the fishy smell of human hands, feet, and bones hanging from the door of his house.

In the depths of his heart, Li Xiaoshuai has greeted Blacksmith Zhao's family 365 times and is heading for the 366th time.

"This bastard, sending a knife, is to let Lao Tzu give away his life!" Li Xiaoshuai cried.

After sending the knife, let him slaughter himself and hang it up to sell, right?

The closer I got to the butcher's house, the sense of death in my heart was not impacting Li Xiaoshuai all the time...

It sent chills down his spine and his heart racing.

But in this corner, when he squatted for a long time and didn't know what to do, Li Xiaoshuai also found that the black clouds in the sky began to envelop the village.

If he doesn't finish it, he can't find a place to live, he goes back late, he can't say it's good, his little life will be lost...

What to do?

Li Xiaoshuai knows that if there is no place to live in the dark, he will die, this is the rule of assessment.

The only option is to find a butcher to deliver a knife.

But this is not far from death!

"Why don't you just throw the knife in and run?" Li Xiaoshuai pondered and meditated, pondering a way.

I'm afraid that the butcher will notice that the knife is broken, and he will come out and slaughter himself...

Suddenly...

Squeak.

At the butcher's house, the old wooden door opened.

Immediately afterward, a fat man with thinning hair and a fat body covered in fat and a cold face grabbed a boning knife and walked out of the house.

He glanced around to see that there were no customers, then turned around and walked out in one direction.

Butcher, out of the house?

Li Xiaoshuai was ecstatic with a sad face just now!

Sky!

God helped him!

He remembered Blacksmith Zhao's request to send it to the butcher's house, not the butcher's hand.

Could this be one of the loopholes that leaked out to his life?

How dare Li Xiaoshuai ink?

After silently counting the time for the butcher to walk away for about two or three minutes, he immediately took the knife and rushed into the butcher's house, put the knife on the big table full of scarlet blood in the butcher's house, turned around and ran.

But I'm just about to take a step...

The door clicked shut!

A child's voice rang out, "Who are you?" Come to my house to steal something? ”

Li Chen turned his head.

A child who seemed to have had his facial features stripped by a knife, and whose face was vaguely only a thin skin, was staring at him with white eyes...