Chapter 25 touched Captain Jin and stole three corpses

Song Shushu lived so long that he buried three big roosters for the first time and held a simple funeral for the chickens.

Brother Feng stood in front of the three newly raised grave bags, and sighed faintly, a pair of delicate willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, not to mention how distressing it was.

But Hu Li and Hu Xiaolin's minds were obviously not here, and burying the rooster made their hearts extremely crooked.

"Let's go, don't come to steal my chickens again in the future!" Brother Feng said lightly.

"I promise, this is the last time!" Hu Li said casually with little sincerity, and then beckoned Song Shushu and Hu Xiaolin to leave.

When Song Shushu left, he couldn't help but turn his head to take a look, Brother Feng was still standing in front of the grave bag and refused to leave, as if he was paying tribute to the three dead roosters.

I've heard of dog lovers, cat lovers, and even hamster rats, but chicken lovers......

Walking around the corner of the path, Hu Li squatted next to the haystack, and Hu Xiaolin also lay down, Song Shushu was stunned for a moment, and was dragged by Hu Li.

"What are you doing?" asked Song Shu fans.

Hu Li whispered: "You be quiet, Brother Feng's ears are pointed, tiger, are you ready?"

"Ready!" Tiger Roaring Lin raised a stick that he pulled out from the side of the haystack, and the front of the stick was broken, forming a flat head in the shape of a small shovel.

"What's the situation?" Song Shushu was stunned and kept looking around.

"Brother Feng can't be a grave keeper, let's wait for the opportunity!"

After a while, Brother Feng turned around and left from the three small graves, Hu Li beckoned, the cat's waist was small, like a devil entering the village, with the tiger roaring forest, and Song Shushu with a bewildered face, went straight to the three small graves on the grass.

Tiger Roaring Forest is familiar with the ground, digging next to the small grave, pulling out the dead chicken wrapped in a mat, and then backfilling the soil, still maintaining the appearance of a small dirt bag, the three graves were done in less than a minute, it seems that this is not the first time to do this kind of thing.

Song Shushu also held a dead chicken wrapped in a mat, and followed Hu Li and the two of them all the way in a daze, and when they returned to the village committee, the three chickens were under the operation of the tiger roaring forest, and Song Shushu came back to his senses.

Watching the three big cocks being chopped into small pieces, Song Shushu is called a greasy one!

There's nothing wrong with killing chickens and eating chickens, but it's a bit weird to bury chickens, but they also made a cameo appearance as a tomb robber, and they still stole a chicken's tomb, and after stealing it, they still have to eat dead bodies......

The picture that appeared in Song Shushu's mind was too heavy, and the fragrant and fragrant tender hazelnut stewed chickens made him really unable to stretch out his chopsticks, and he always felt that these three chickens were ancient corpses dug up from three graves!

"Why don't you eat it?" asked Hu Li as she gnawed on the chicken paws, while also carefully protecting the other five big chicken paws in the bowl, Hu Xiaolin didn't bother to look at her, the three big chicken heads were in his bowl.

"Don't you think it's a little weird, you have a feeling of eating dead bodies!"

"You're so hypocritical, what's the matter, you still want to eat alive, it's so barbaric!"

Being scolded for being barbaric by a monster, Song Shushu had a feeling of hitting the wall.

With a long sigh, he picked up his chopsticks and took a tender hazelnut, then sighed again and put them down.

Tiger Xiaolin bit the head of the chicken and creaked, Song Shushu felt that something was wrong, by the way, what about Lang Jingkong? Isn't that lean and strong wolf demon always competing with Tiger Xiaolin for the head of the chicken?

"Where's Brother Wolf?"

"No!"

"He didn't show up yesterday, where's the man?"

Hu Li said vaguely while gnawing on chicken feet: "Where is love, how can people sell it!"

While he was talking, the door was pushed open, Song Shushu thought that Brother Feng had found it, and he was so frightened that his heart tightened, mother, robbing tombs and eating corpses, who is not weak-hearted!

"Ahh

An old man with a slightly shrill voice sounded, and the old man poked his head out of the doorway, holding a bottle of fruit wine in his hand, this time not dark purple, but crimson, like a burning flame.

"Ah, this dish is very hard, it's blind if you don't drink it!"

Lao Hou said, walking past Song Shushu, without glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

Lao Hou put the wine bottle on the table, and said with a swaggering face: "See, this is the wine I brewed with lantern fruit, stacked marinary and Yingshan red in early spring, I am usually reluctant to drink it, this time it is cheap for you!"

"Then you can drink it yourself! let's not take advantage of that!" Hu Li said without raising her head or opening her eyes.

The old man said curtly: "My fruit wine is not strong enough, Xiao Hu Li, give Uncle another bottle of liquor from yesterday!"

"No, the wine is not mine, it's the village chief of Xiao Song, you want to go to him!" Hu Li said lightly.

As soon as Tiger Roaring Lin raised his head, Hu Li kicked him in the face and glared at him fiercely.

Tiger Roaring Lin smiled innocently, buried his head and continued to gnaw on the chicken's head.

The expression on Lao Hou's face was very exciting, he wanted to laugh with his cheeks, and with his dry and thin, pointed monkey cheek face, he smiled more ugly than crying.

"Little Song Village Chief, why don't we change the two of you?" Lao Hou finally couldn't help it, and shrugged his eyes.

"Oh, okay, okay, what's not going to work!"

Song Shushu hurriedly took out a bottle of Beidahuang High Liquor from under the bed and handed it over, uniting all the forces that can be united, this is the concept that the organization has long matured, so that it is easy to carry out work, I am afraid that we will not be united.

"You still dare to let him drink, don't be afraid that he will subdue demons and eliminate demons!"

"It's okay, it's okay, drink less! Promote blood circulation and dissolve stasis, which is conducive to good health!" said Lao Houle hehehe.

Hu Li snorted and quietly kicked over, only to be dodged by Lao Hou's nimble leg.

Song Shushu sprinkled a drunken madness yesterday, and secretly swore that he would never drink again in the future, and he would be drunk and crazy in other places, and at most he would go to the police station, but in this monster village, he was drunk and crazy, shouting to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and in the end he could still keep his mouth on it, which was simply God's face.

It's just that as soon as the fruit wine was opened, the mellowness of the wine, as well as the faint sour aroma, made Song Shushu come out directly when he spoke.

"Then I'll accompany Uncle Hou to drink less, just have a drink, it's always fine!" Song Shushu said in a low voice.

"Drink it, drink it, but don't drink too much, it's not good for your health, you look at the old wait, this drunkard, how thin he has become, maybe he will get drunk one day!"

"Ah, that's a good dare, if I get drunk one day, it's like burning eight lifetimes of high incense, and I will be buried in a pit directly behind the village!"

Lao Hou happily opened the wine bottle, and in his eagerness, he didn't care about taking the cup handed over by Song Shushu, tilted his neck, cooed, and dried a third of the way first, squinting his eyes and enjoying it.

In ancient times, there was a famous man named something, and he told the servant to follow him with a hoe, in case he was drunk to death one day, and buried it in a pit on the spot, and then he realized this wish.

The fruit wine brought by Lao Hou this time was different from last time, in addition to the mellow aroma of the wine, the faint sweet and sour taste was particularly appetizing, which made Song Feiyang forget about robbing the tomb and digging up the corpse.

"Uncle Hou, how did you make this wine, why is it so delicious!" Song Shushu said with a smile, holding the chatter, besides, Lao Hou's fruit wine is really good.

Lao Hou waved his hand and took a sip of wine before saying: "Simple, in addition to the wild fruits in the mountains, the most important one is the processing of fruit pulp, you must not use tools, it all depends on your feet!"

Lao Hou said, scratching a handful of dry and scorched heels, and ripped off a piece of dead skin.

Song Shushu looked at the fruit wine in the cup that was as red as a flame, his throat tightened, and he almost spit it out on the spot.