After buying pigs for more than 30 years, Li Jian has never bought water-injected meat, never bought dead pork, and will not be short of catties or two, but he never gives credit. He couldn't pull his face down to ask for accounts, and some people were thicker than pigskin, and they never remembered to repay the debt, so when he was more than ten years old, he lost some money on credit, and he didn't allow anyone to take credit. His business is still good, and it is difficult to sell other people's meat until he finishes buying meat.

Li Sheng came back for the past few days, and he also went to catch the pigs. After having the Divine Book, he didn't plan to kill pigs for the rest of his life, and the life of mortals was no longer the main content of his thinking. He just helped out on the sidelines and didn't do anything. But when it came time to sell pigs, he became the main force. Daddy just sat on the stone next to the pig stall, without saying a word or expressionless, neither greeting the guests nor instructing Li Sheng how to bargain. He sat there, like he was tired of the restless world.

At this time, Li Sheng realized that behind his father's strong and cold figure, there was also a trace of exhaustion and helplessness. Early in the morning, the pork stall had just been set up, and no one in the neighborhood had gone out of the house to do activities. Li Sheng saw Li Zhuangzhuang's father running over in a hurry.

"Uncle, I want to buy meat! count you cheaper!" Li Sheng greeted warmly.

Uncle Li went against the usual good habit of answering questions, and did not pay attention to Li Sheng, but leaned over to Li Jian's side and said in a low voice: "I heard last night that the village chief was looking for a son-in-law from another village, and the man was also a pig killer. ”

Li Jian was still slowly helping to clean up the stalls and clean up the boards. Hearing this, he frowned, and stuck the pig-killing knife on the board. "Lao Li, you go back first! It's not a big deal. ”

Uncle Li nodded, turned his head and left. "Tell me something!"

The people in the village have always loved to spread the word, but this time it was the matter of the village chief's family, and more than 100 pink eye patients also helped spread the word, and the spread was even faster. Within a day, everyone in the village knew about it. Another day passed, and the people in the next village basically knew about it.

Liu Ming, the village head, was very satisfied with this, so on the third day that Li Zhuangzhuang's father came to report to Li Jian, he appeared under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village. Usually he is a dragon but not the end, except for the occasional haunt in the village committee, the rest of the time is not seen, but on this day, he sat under the big locust tree with a radio for a day.

Li Jian sat in front of the pig stall and glared at Liu Ming for a day. The cold eyes seemed as if he would run over and cut Liu Ming at any time. On this day, the pork stall did not sell a pound of meat, and no one dared to buy meat at all. It's the twenty-third year of the year, and it's time to eat pork, but no one in the village buys pork.

The development of things exceeded Li Sheng's expectations, and he felt a murderous aura fill the air, as if there might be a change of blood light at any time. Although he was also doing his best to cultivate in the past two days, he would still fall asleep soon after his brain gradually went blank. It seems that the body strengthening technique may not be able to catch up for a while, and the people of a village, do they really want to use the knife? Li Sheng decided to learn the soul control technique first.

The art of possession, with only a trace of obsession guidance, introduces one's soul into the other party's body in a moment, and then controls the other party. The stronger the obsession, the greater the distance range of possession, and in the end, everything that the heart sees can be possessed. To cultivate possession, you first need to be able to get out of your body. Li Sheng felt that after he was struck by lightning, he should be able to go out of his body. That night, he lay in bed and decided to get a good night's sleep, after all, the art of possession was really not difficult. As for obsession, I really don't know how to cultivate.

On the twenty-fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Liu Ming still sat under the big locust tree for a day, but this time, the village accountant, the women's director, and the village secretary sat with him for a day.

Li Jian took out a one-meter-long machete from home today, which was used by his father Li Wei to cut cow bones when he used to kill cattle. This knife weighs more than 20 catties, and any bone can be chopped down with a single knife. He took the knife and sat in front of the pork stall, and with his bloodstained pig-killing sheath, he looked like a Yama.

Today he only brought a pound of meat and placed it on the pork stall at random. Anyway, I didn't plan to sell the meat, so I might as well bring less. He looked at the passing crowd indifferently, and felt that they were all like walking corpses who had lost their souls, and they would neither deal with Liu Ming and the others with him, nor stand on Liu Ming's side. They had nothing to do with him, just a group of spectators.

Li Jian felt that if everyone was like him, then Liu Ming's group would have no chance to make waves, but he couldn't wake up the group of spectators around him. They are not much different from their ancestors in the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, and they are even inferior to them. There have been countless people who have tried to wake up this group of spectators with shouts and blood, but unfortunately they are all a group of sleepy insects, even if they wake up occasionally, they will fall asleep immediately. Li Jianzai has no plans to try again.

At this time, Li Jian just wanted to live in this hometown where he was born and raised, but the pork stall that maintained his life was about to be occupied by Liu Ming's pig-killing son-in-law. He really can't bear it, this is his bottom line, once it is broken, his father, his wife and children will not be able to gain a foothold and will not be able to survive in the village.

Li Sheng looked at his expressionless father, and his heart was also full of emotion. He hurriedly found Li Zhuangzhuang's father, asked him to watch his father, and then found a car and went straight to the county seat.

An hour later, at more than nine o'clock, Li Sheng finally arrived at the county seat. Cangnan County has fertile land, developed planting industry, and mediocre economy. In order to invigorate the economy and make great achievements, the county has introduced various high-polluting investment projects, and the sewage has flowed sideways and exhaust gases are permeated, and now it has entered the fast lane of bringing Cangnan County into the deserted ghost county. If there is a polluted county in the country, it will definitely be among the best.

Li Sheng made a small three-round round and soon came to the vicinity of the county government. According to the tricycle driver, the county magistrate Sun Chengzhong is also a figure who sees the head of the dragon but does not see the end, and he usually can't find anyone at all. He walked in front of the county government gate for a while, and found that there were high-end cars in and out, and it was difficult for him to get in.

After a little thought, he came up with a solution. Since the county magistrate is so uncooperative, he has no choice but to let some supernatural events occur in the county. He quickly found a nearby hotel, asked for a room by the window, and after checking in, came to the window. Finally, there were still some pedestrians on the road, Li Sheng found a chair to sit by the window, looked at the people coming and going, and found a bald young man who made him feel very unpleasant, with a small face, wearing sunglasses, and swaying forward with horizontal eyebrows and vertical eyes.