Nearly noon, the two fat monks were bored and hungry again, so they took out the dry food and started eating.

The thin man took a few bites and couldn't help but spit out:

"It's fucking and hard, just like eating bird shit, it's so fucking painful!"

The fat monk glanced at him lightly, "Some of them are good to eat, otherwise you still want to go to Daozhu to eat?"

The thin monk smiled and said, "I can't eat a few meals in prison, so I guess I have to eat a dead end."

The fat monk shook his head.

The thin monk suddenly said, "Brother, how many lives have you taken?"

The fat monk thought for a while, then raised his eyebrows and said, "It's only six."

The thin monk gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you are amazing, I only have four."

After saying that, he counted, "An old man over a hundred years old, a monk in his thirties, a female monk, and her children."

The fat monk was slightly surprised, "You kid, do you count too?"

"If you don't count, there are only three. I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed by your brother."

"It's okay." The fat monk patted his shoulder, "From the future, follow me and enter the deep mountains, eat and drink delicious food, and have whatever you want, and no one looks down on you."

The thin monk was overjoyed, "Then you rely on your elder brother!"

The fat monk took out a package from his arms, which contained a piece of jerky meat and a pot of wine.

"This is something I have kept. We brothers have the fate to meet each other, and then escaped from the Daotingsi lackey. We traveled thousands of miles to this deep mountain. We will be happy after all the hardships and so we will be worth celebrating."

The thin monk's eyes lit up, "It's still my brother who is considerate."

The two of them shared their meat and ate wine, but they were not full of food and were not enough to drink, but they were satisfied.

After eating, the fat monk found that the third day of noon had arrived. He suddenly frowned and pointed at the side and said:

"It seems like there is something at the stump."

The thin monk was slightly drunk and confused when he heard this, he got up to check.

The fat monk quietly walked behind the thin monk, and while he was unprepared, he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed him with a sword to the point of heartbrokenness.

While the thin monk was puzzled, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw a piece of sword tip exposed on his chest. His heart vein had been pierced, and then the tip of the sword was pulled away and blood gushed out.

He turned slowly, looking disbelief.

The fat monk looked cold, "Good brother, this meal of wine and meat is also a slaughtered meal."

The thin monk looked sad and angry, and wanted to struggle, but the fat monk strangled his throat and pressed his backhand on the wooden stake, and cut off his head with one sword.

The head rolled down, blood splattered all over the floor, and the fat monk's clothes were red.

The fat monk didn't care at all.

"Brothers, you can drink my wine and eat my meat. I will lend you a head for it. It shouldn't be too much."

After saying that, he walked forward, picked up the head of his death with no eyes, and threw it at the black squid in the distance.

The sound of the head falling to the ground, and the mountain wall suddenly disappeared.

A bloody and gloomy mountain gate appears with three ancient characters:

Black Mountain Village.

Thank you for your reward from the night Xingchen ~

This book is not considered a Gou Daowen.

The protagonist will be more cautious in doing things, but he will not be cautious for the sake of being cautious.

The protagonist will work hard to do things that need to be done, even if it is difficult or has some risks.

There will be a recommendation in a few days, and I will update it more at that time.

Finally, thank you for your support, I wish you all happiness every day ~

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