Laura wiped her eyes fiercely and found that this was a pig-killing feast, very ordinary, just a little bloody.

The villagers hung the pig from the locust branch, dismembered it little by little, and poured boiling water over the fur to make it easier to shave off.

There are also people who take a basin to catch pig blood and make pig blood tofu.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, which made Laura feel like throwing up.

Obviously, it's just killing pigs

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