Looking at the dark wolf pack outside, there were more than one person in the town trembling with his calves.

If it weren't for following the advice of the hunters in the town and using torches to fill the town, I'd be afraid that the red-eyed wolf outside who had eaten the food had already turned this place into another ghost town.

The swaying fire shone on the grim wolf outside. People in the town, regardless of gender, age, were careful to be on guard, with bows, arrows, feces, and even kitchen knives.

The selected few nimble men, who were holding a torch made by a woman and a child, ran to the edge of the town to replace the ones that were about to burn out. Occasionally, they were slower, and when the torch was extinguished, three or five wolves rushed over. Fortunately, the people in the town were ready. After a hasty rain of arrows shot dead and injured several wolves, the wolves threw a few words and rushed back to the team, lowered their heads and licked their wounds.

Even so, after staying for a few hours, no one could help but relax, especially when people were most sleepy and ugly, people were unprepared. The only son of the old widower, Old Man Li, in the town, was taken away by the wolf. Before he could even scream, he was torn into pieces by the wolf.

The crying old man Li was dragged, pulled, and finally pressed down.

Unexpectedly, he took advantage of the moment when everyone was relaxing, butcher Zhang who held him down. Butcher Zhang said oh, "I gave my hand." Old man Li rushed out of everyone's shackles, shouted his son's name, and rushed out of the town.

The thin old man Li was like a stone that fell into the sea, with a thump, without any ripples.

Butcher Zhang slapped his thigh in annoyance. Wasn’t it just a mouthful? Why did he let go?

The aunt on the side carefully bandaged Butcher Zhang's right hand, which was still bleeding, with a cloth strip, and continued to turn around and tamp the torch.

The martial arts people who were originally hunting wolves in the mountains gathered together spontaneously, holding weapons and torches, and divided them into two groups, one east and one west to guard both ends of the town.

The temples that everyone recommended together were bulging high and their muscles soared. At first glance, the master guys were sitting south on the second floor of Zhenzhong Restaurant. Through the terrace on the second floor, they could clearly see that inside and outside the town, these people were firefighting teams, and they couldn't hold on to it anymore, so they had to instantly suppress the scene.

Since the function is so important, the people in the town naturally need to be entertained with good wine and dishes. The roast chicken and goose that this small restaurant specializes in roast chicken and roast goose, and jars of home-made rice wine are brought up as much as they are not expensive.

Several heroes have no place to live on weekdays. Except for making money occasionally, they mostly spend the rest of their lives when they tighten their waists with hemp ropes. How can they not take the opportunity to satisfy their worries when they seize this opportunity?

Jiang Baochan saw that they had been eating for a while and his waist was round and his face turned red and his ears were red. He couldn't help but sneer.

The black and strong man sitting on the window ridge was drinking, had long disliked the four guys hiding upstairs. Except for the two dark-skinned men who seemed to have some martial arts, the other two were just rich children and useless old men. They dared to stay on the second floor of this all heroes? So the black man threw the wine jar in his hand to the ground and pointed at Jiang Baochan and scolded: "Which old slut are you born from a bastard, dare to laugh at your black grandfather!"
Chapter completed!