Sent away the hunter, the shopkeeper and Xiao Er worked together to rectify the "sheep deer", Su Zimu's stomach screamed badly, and he was impatient to wait, so he directly told Xiao Er to boil water, and brought it up with the pot and fire, and then asked the shopkeeper to cut the meat into thin slices and prepare to eat a shabu shabu.

It's a pity that this place is too poor, and the only condiments are coarse salt and a kind of homemade sauce.

Su Zimu misses the Qiankun bag full of spices.

In desperation, I could only eat a little tasteless shabu-shabu slices at the bottom, and the rest of the meat was all skewered and grilled.

Without the right condiments, roasting is the only acceptable means of cooking.

Reluctantly accepted.

The shopkeeper and Xiao Er were busy baking, and Su Zimu just shook off his cheeks and ate hard.

However, in the corner where he couldn't see, the shopkeeper suddenly glanced at Xiao Er.

Xiao Er nodded knowingly, immediately moved a wine jar, patted open the mud seal and sent it to Su Zimu: "Guest officer, this is the local wine brewed by the small shop......"

"Move away, move away!" Su Zimu was not polite at all, so he didn't want it at all.

Just kidding, up to the spear platform and down to draft beer, what kind of wine have you never seen in your previous life? However, Su Zimu is not addicted to alcohol, who rarely drinks the sour wine brewed by the country shop?

It's a bad thing, you might as well have two bowls of water.

Xiao Er smugly moved away the local wine and handed the shopkeeper a helpless look.

The shopkeeper was also speechless, so he could only continue to bake.

Su Zimu ate the sheep deer in one go, patted his belly with satisfaction, and beckoned the store to prepare to go to the room...... Of course, there is no upper room or anything, only the most ordinary earthen house, and the shopkeeper gives up his own house.

Needless to say, the furnishings in the house are shabby and old, and there is an indescribable smell.

For a modern person with good hygiene habits, such hygienic conditions are simply unbearable.

But there is no way, this hellish place is just this condition.

Su Zimu simply swept all the futons aside, and then reluctantly lay down.

Anyway, with his physique, it makes no difference whether he uses a futon or not.

In the future, no matter what, we must also make a Qiankun bag with a larger capacity, otherwise food and accommodation are problems, how to walk the rivers and lakes?

Otherwise, get a rope too?

His mind was full of thoughts, but his body was not idle, and the heat in the meridians flowed, constantly strengthening his body.

This time he got rid of Mo Xingliang by luck, and he may not have such good luck next time.

Instead of fighting for illusory luck, it is better to fight for strength that can be seen and touched.

Before he knew it, it was midnight, half-asleep and half-awake, Su Zimu suddenly heard a soft sound of "poof", he immediately opened his eyes vigilantly, turned his head and saw that there was a bamboo pipe inserted in the window paper, and a wisp of green smoke was wafting out of the bamboo pipe.

Su Zimu was stunned.

What's the situation, this is a black store?

There was nothing to hesitate, he turned over and kicked the wooden window, and there was a scream outside the window, and a figure fell to the ground.

Su Zimu rose up, smashed the roof and fell outside.

There was a sudden exclamation from all around: "Here we are!" ”

"Where to go!"

Amidst the shouts, crowds of villagers gathered around, either carrying stilts or holding pitchforks, and the two hunters were also in the crowd, with luxurious bows and arrows in their hands.

Su Zimu's whole person was not good: "Stop, what do you want to do!" ”

The shopkeeper waved the kitchen knife in his hand: "Folks, the master has passed the word, as long as you catch this thief, the whole village will be rent-free for three years!" ”

The drum was sounded without a heavy hammer, and the villagers hidden in the darkness poured out, not only dozens of young and strong, but also many old and weak.

As if they had taken the wrong medicine, they rushed towards Su Zimu frantically, eager to bite off a piece of meat from him.

No matter how sluggish Su Zimu is, he can guess that the so-called master family must be related to Mo Xingliang.

Although the root of the hatred is itching, but on the other side of the group of ordinary people who were bewitched by the demon cultivator, Su Zimu really couldn't do it.

No matter how ignorant the people are, he is also a human being!

Su Zimu sighed helplessly, and suddenly exerted force, and the figure disappeared into the darkness.

In the blink of an eye, the good living people were gone, and everyone knew that Su Zimu was a monk, and the crowd suddenly became chaotic, and many people retreated, hurried home and refused to come out again.

What is rent-free and tax-free, lest there be more, you have to have a life to spend!

Su Zimu didn't leave in a hurry, he felt that this matter was quite incredible, so he found a hidden place to hide, planning to wait for everyone to disperse, and grabbed the shopkeeper to ask clearly.

But before he could put it into practice, a familiar figure suddenly came into view, and it was the ghostly Mo Xingliang.

Su Zimu frowned.

It's only been less than half a day to catch up again, is this person a dog?

Mo Xingliang saw that there were so many people outside the store, and immediately understood what was happening: "What about people! ”

The shopkeeper trembled and saluted slightly: "Run, run!" ”

Mo Xingliang was furious: "Who told you to do it?" Who? ”

The shopkeeper's whole person was almost rolled into a ball: "It's the master's family, it's the words handed down by the master's family......"

Burst......

The blood flashed, and the shopkeeper broke his waist in two: "Did I let you speak!" ”

The others were silent, and no one dared to talk to them anymore.

Su Zimu sighed quietly, is this person's brain funny?

The poor man must have something to hate, and although the shopkeeper died a grievance, he really could not sympathize with it.

Su Zimu didn't want to alarm Mo Xingliang, and was about to retreat quietly, when he suddenly saw Mo Xingliang take out a compass-like thing from the Qiankun bag.

He said something in his mouth, and pointed to the compass.

Su Zimu's scalp tingled for no reason, and he suddenly found that Mo Xingliang looked up at this side.

Not good!

He did not dare to slack off, and suddenly jumped up and rushed out like a frightened rabbit.

No wonder the surnamed Mo came to the door so quickly, it turned out to be because of this thing!

In addition to sighing, he was also a little irritable, why is the surname Mo so axial, what is the matter with having to get along with him?

Mo Xinghao couldn't easily catch Su Zimu's traces, how could he let him go, and Fei also caught up: "Where to go!" ”

As he spoke, he had already sacrificed the square seal and took Su Zi's brains behind the scenes.

Su Zimu turned sideways to avoid it, and there was a grass hut in the middle of the square seal, and there was a bang on the ground, and the wall collapsed when he landed.

Suddenly there was an exclamation from the room, and it seemed to be a man and a woman.

Su Da anchor doesn't know what to say, the surname Mo is worthy of being a person in the Demon Dao, in order to find his own bad luck, even his own people can do it.

Hide and seek is not his strong point, and it is not interesting to continue to plague the villagers, Su Zimu used enough strength and escaped from the village in a few leaps.

Mo Xingliang chased with all his might, but in the clearing, he could barely keep up, and when he got into the woods, his speed was immediately greatly affected.

But it doesn't matter, he has time.

At this moment, Su Zimu also had a headache, and he pondered vigorously, how to destroy that compass, otherwise he would never be able to get rid of this oil bottle!