Zhi Hunt Zhen raised his head and looked at the lonely and dilapidated sheep slaughtering archway in front of him, as well as the brilliant lights that stretched for hundreds of miles behind the archway.

The cold night wind swept through a cloud of dust, the eaves above the head "creaked", and a shriveled and blackened corpse hung on it, swaying back and forth, its neck softly folded, and its empty eye holes seemed to look down mockingly.

Beneath your feet is a rugged dirt road, overgrown with weeds, tall and dense, with potholes in betweed, and it is difficult to distinguish between them. From time to time, Zhi Hunt really caught a glimpse of the eyes peeking from the depths of the grass, obscene and dark.

This area is the periphery of the sheep slaughterhouse, and lurks the lowest "reptiles" in the area. They have no food to eat, no clothing, like lowly and ugly worms, hiding in the dirty and deep land**, hoping for the wind, reporting news, and begging for a living. However, once they find their prey weak and deceitful, they will rush forward and turn into hideous and bloodthirsty beasts.

"Little Fat Sheep, be honest with me, otherwise I will sell you to Wang Po's bun shop and chop it up as meat filling!" The fat tiger glanced at a sneaky "reptile" poking its head out, scolded and dragged the rope, and dragged Zhi Zhenzhen to stagger.

The road ahead gradually flattened, and along the way there were dense adobe houses, like bulging steamed buns, connecting into patches of large-scale rural villages. Several spiked fences were erected on the periphery of the village, and a ten-zhang high earthen tower was erected, and square holes were carved out of the rough tower wall, and dim candle flames were revealed inside.

"Wang-" Hearing footsteps, a tall and fierce mastiff ran out of the shadows of the fence, grinning and growling in a low voice. Sharp arrows poked out of the holes, and several barbarians with leopard heads and ringed eyes showed their faces painted with oil paint, tensed their bowstrings, and stared at the fat tiger duo vigilantly.

The fat tiger raised his hands and shouted a few times. Most of these barbarians are natives in the middle of the wilderness, with strong temperaments, working together, usually hunting for a living, and sometimes doing a few knives and licking blood.

Further on, the lights are brighter, and the dirt road gradually widens, and forks in the road appear. Zhijiazhen passed by the scattered bamboo buildings, tree houses, grass barns, wooden villages, earthen forts, brick houses, grottoes, and burial chambers...... These buildings vary in size and height and have a variety of shapes: some are covered with thorny branches tied with white bones, some have brightly colored bird feathers stuck in their roofs, some have nutshells, eggshells, turtle shells inlaid on the exterior walls, and even worse, a circle of dried manure in the shape of a gyro is sprinkled on the perimeter of the courtyard......

"Kill those tiger warriors and vent your anger for Sun Guo!" "The cubs of the Ghost Sect are getting more and more crazy, even we dare to mess with them!"

More than 20 Ma Hua gathered with sticks and sticks, threw themselves out of the tree house, and ran violently into the distance. Fat Tiger lowered his voice and said, "Ma Hua and Hu Ling each have their own gangs here, and they are very arrogant. There are many 'wild dogs' living in this area, and the wild dogs who can survive until now have a few brushes. ”

Zhijia Zhen's heart moved slightly, and the news that the leader of the Tiger Ling Clan, the leader of the Ghost Sect, Yin Jiuyou, was killed by Yan Zhulang should not have spread yet......

Along the way, Fat Tiger led him through the trading camp where the "grass rats" flowed, through all kinds of strange temples filled with smoke and fire, and bypassed the Black Wind Cottage where horse bandits were entrenched...... More than half an hour later, the two arrived at the center of the sheep slaughtering market - Daotou Street.

The smell of strong mixture is like ocean waves, rushing from all directions.

Zhikari really smelled the pungent smell of blood, the rancid smell of maggots from corpses, the stench of human and animal feces, the fermented smell of garbage, the rotten smell of swill, the sour smell of sweat from leather armor, the rusty smell of swords, the scorching smell of ore burning red in the forge, the smell of smoke from burning firewood and grass, the smell of lard fried in a hot pan, the smell of pickling meat and vegetables, the fishy smell of fish and shrimp, the milky smell of cheese, the sweetness of fat powder, and the freshness of plants and trees......

Thousands of flavours come together to create an extraordinarily intense kick. Zhi Hunt really stopped and took a deep breath, this is the special taste of the sheep slaughtering set, which makes people smell it and never forget it.

The fat tiger dragged him forward, and the entire Daotou Street crisscrossed and extended in all directions, like a dense cobweb extending to the middle of the wilderness. Restaurants, inns, casinos, brothels, shops, and workshops are lined up one after another. The torches and lanterns hung high one by one are endless, as bright as the stars, illuminating the surroundings with fire trees and silver flowers, full of colors.

The streets are full of traffic, and all kinds of alien races pass by the vicinity of Zhijiaozhen: Kunlun Nu, who is tall and black, who is short and strong, with buck teeth and dog noses, who are petite and delicate, and who are fragrant, Yaksha, who is green and fanged, and agile as the wind, and Parasitic corpses with stiff limbs and strange expressions...... They either disdained the two of them, or they looked at them a few times and hurriedly staggered by. Someone who is familiar with the fat tiger came to greet him, and the fat tiger always puffed up his chest and belly, and pulled the rope vividly: "This is the two-legged sheep I just caught, and I plan to train and play!"

The boy was dressed up in a new way: his hair was tangled and unkempt, stained with grass ash and blood, his feet were bare, and his bare skin was covered with mud and dirt, and he looked like a little beggar. Those acquaintances snickered and retreated, secretly calling the fat tiger a strange taste, which is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

Near the center of the street, a huge quadrangular pit is ten zhang deep, shocking. The pit was filled with white skulls, densely packed and layered. This is the life and death pit of the sheep slaughtering set, if the forces of all parties are fired, in addition to fighting in secret, you can also choose people to open the knife and gun here, and gamble on life and death.

The fat tiger dragged Zhi Zhen, and was about to turn into an alley on the side, when suddenly a beautiful woman of thirty years old jumped out of a colorful building, blocking the fat tiger's way.

She crossed her waist with one hand, her willow eyebrows were upside down, and her tender white fingers almost poked into the eyes of the fat tiger: "Fat tiger, don't stop the old lady yet!"

The fat tiger's fat face drooped down on the spot, and his tall and fat body seemed to shrink by an inch: "Sister Xue, I-"

"How many times has the old lady told you, you little cub who killed a thousand knives? At a young age, don't learn how to rob people! It's good that you dare to secretly hide from me and go to the other side of the rope bridge with someone to slaughter a two-legged sheep? When the old lady speaks, is it a fart?" The more the beautiful woman talked, the more angry she became, she pulled up the fat tiger's ears and twisted it vigorously, "With your ability to be a three-legged cat, you can drag it like a two, five or eighty thousand! The old lady told you......

"The rivers and lakes are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, people's hearts are sinister, a little careless, there are no bones...... fat tiger while silently reciting the old words repeated countless times by the other party in his stomach, while crying and begging for mercy: "Sister Xue, my red sister Xue yelled, spare the fat tiger! I don't dare to do it again." If I don't listen to you next time, I won't be able to eat big chicken legs!"

"Stinky boy, do you want to have a next time? If you can't eat big chicken legs, you can still eat small chicken legs, right? The old lady told you that there will be a next time, and the old lady cut your eggs with her own hands!" ”

The fat tiger was overjoyed, and immediately said with a bitter face: "Sister Xue, you can pack a food box for me to take away the chicken leg meal, I'm in a bit of a hurry." ”

"Hey, the sun is coming out of the west today, what's more urgent than you eating chicken legs?"

Fat Tiger avoided Hong Lianxue's gaze weakly: "This ...... This is the little fat sheep I caught, and I plan to ...... Femdom femdom. Sister Xue, aren't you short of manpower, I'll train him well, just ...... Brought it to you. ”

Hong Lianxue stared at the fat tiger for a while, sneered, and hooked her fingers to Zhi Zhen's chin: "Raise your head and show the old lady." ”

Zhijia Zhenmu raised his head, the beautiful woman's temples were towering, and a golden step was slanted, and the phoenix eyes were slender, and she was so charming that she seemed to have a hook. She was wearing a peach-colored robe with gold bee butterflies playing with flowers, wrapped in a red brocade belly pocket with mandarin ducks playing in the water, revealing a small half of a plump puff ball that was as white as fat.

"The eyes are quite aura. Red Reyuki's fingernails coated with impatiens juice lightly scratched Chikari Ma's chin, and a small patch of dirt fell, revealing a white jade-like complexion. She glanced at it quietly: "If you still have a job, you will stay with the old lady and be a turtle slave." ”

"Huh?" Fat Tiger was dumbfounded, "This can't be done, Sister Xue, I'm ......"

"Aren't you going to give him to the old lady? Talking is like a fart?" Hong Lianxue picked her fingers lightly, her nails were like sharp blades, and she easily cut the rope that bound Zhi Zhenzhen, "Otherwise, the old lady would have to sell him to Wang Po's bun shop." ”

"Sister Xue! My good Sister Xue! You don't!" the fat tiger held back his fat face and turned red, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, "Sister Xue, if you are ...... I'm not going to listen to you anymore!

Hong Lianxue looked at him fixedly for a moment, sneering, and coquettish. "Huzi, you have grown up and have your own ideas. She touched the fat tiger's messy hair and whispered, "How happy your mother would be if she was still alive." Okay, you go, he stays. When he said the last sentence, his tone was categorical, revealing a cold chill like a blade.

"Sister Xue!" The fat tiger looked at Zhi Hunt Zhen like a plea for help, the young man didn't say a word, and followed the beautiful woman into the brightly lit Hualou.

On the plaque of the vermilion building depicting the dragon and the phoenix, there are three gilded characters of "Yichun Courtyard".