The fruit of killing life

Chapter 26 Dalang, it's time to eat "meal"
On Beimang Mountain, outside the bird's mouth slope of the Luoyang King's Mausoleum.

A huge tiger was squatting on a blue rock, quietly watching the majestic mausoleum city wall bathed in the setting sun.

The length of the head and tail is nearly one zhang (3.33 meters), the coat color is yellow and white, covered with black stripes, and a majestic king character is inlaid on the big tiger head.

From time to time, he lowered his head and licked a large piece of bloody flesh from a fresh corpse under his feet with his tongue covered with barbs like an iron brush.

Looking at the clothes of "Tiger Food" and the broken medicine basket around his waist, we can tell that he is an unlucky medicine picker.

Although the Beiman Mountain is full of dangers, the output of various mountain products is also extremely rich, and medicinal materials such as mountain ginger and horseshoe yellow are particularly effective.

There is also a specialty medicinal material "Ghost Tingfeng" that is hard to find elsewhere, which only grows from the old coffin boards after the rain.

It looks like clusters of crumpled ghost ears, but they will wither as soon as they are exposed to light.

As long as the medicine picker can pick a good medicine, it will be enough for the whole family to live comfortably for half a month after paying all kinds of exorbitant taxes.

In Xiaomin's mind, tyranny is stronger than ghosts.

It's a pity that the old meat in his mouth is sticky and astringent, the tiger is obviously not satisfied.

Looking at the mausoleum guards who were searching around in groups near the mausoleum, Big Tiger suddenly uttered a deep human voice:
"Beimangshan Fudi, the center of the mountain's veins, is just under this human tomb?
Sure enough, there are many people thinking about this treasure land. These tomb guards are the military households who practice the [White Tiger Art of War], right?
Minister Shangshan, mark me in advance, and I will catch one and taste it before sunrise tomorrow. "

On the tiger's cold teeth, a series of five blurry grimaces emerged, and they said flatteringly to it:
"Reporting to Shanjun, that Wang Shanjun did indeed say so.

We are well aware of the truth that if you listen to it, you will be clear and you will believe it, and you will be dark. Last night, I made a special trip to ask the nearby mountain spirits and wild ghosts.

Wild ghosts are superficial. Although they don't know what a cave is called, they know that the owner of King Yili's tomb is one of the most valuable people in this dynasty.

Human beings in power are the most shameless, and they are used to greed and possession.If the Beiman Mountain is really a blessed place, the minister thinks it must be under the royal tomb. "

"Well, you guys did a good job. Except"

Bai Shanjun nodded slightly, but a pair of golden tiger eyes rolled around.

As a tiger spirit, it has a huge appetite.

An ordinary adult tiger can eat up to [-] catties of meat at a time, and then go without food for seven days, but it has to eat at least [-] catties of meat every day, and ordinary hunting grounds simply cannot afford it.

If one can get the Mang Mountain Blessed Land to be the proper mountain god, wouldn't the creatures all over the mountain be able to eat whatever they want?
It is by no means a fantasy to let them line up in front of you every day.

It's just that such benefits have to be shared with others, but it makes it feel like a stick in the throat.

As "Sycophants", the five ghosts are the best at figuring out what is going on, and they have long known what their own tiger is thinking, so they hurriedly said:
"Then Wang Shanjun wanted to ask you to help, but he forgot the truth that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

This kind of tiger demon who has lived in the world of mortals for a long time no longer has the heart of a king of the forest, and his stomach is full of human beings.

You came here to clean up the world, clean up the source, and kill this unhealthy trend.

This time, let Wang Shanjun know what is the sinister world, so as not to lose his life in a daze in the future. "

"Hahaha, Ichimogo-san, you really are the confidants of this tiger, yes, yes.

Let's go to Wang Shanjun first, get some news about this blessed land from him, weigh the strength, and then make a decision. "

This master and five servants were completely confused by Wang Yuan's style of "people are stupid and have a lot of money, come quickly".

How did they know that Wang Shanjun, who was still playing with mud like a fool three days ago, and said "Abaa Aba" when he disagreed with him, knew the blessed land of Beiman Mountain with a hammer.

He only knows that it is common sense to "bring misfortune to the east", and then guides the victim to deceive himself for the huge benefit that cannot be resisted.

It is impossible for a person who pretends to be asleep to be woken up.

call--!
As the night fell, a dark wind swirled around Bai Shanjun's body, leading him to step on a dark road.

After just a few breaths, he drilled out from the other side of the mountain forest and came to the place previously agreed upon by both parties.

The broken town tombstone fell to the ground, and one side was already covered with moss.

Beside them were messy skeletons and broken coffins scattered on the ground. On the lids of several rotten coffins, there were still a few black medicinal herbs that looked like human ears.

Isn't it the "ghost listening to the wind" special product of Beiman Mountain?
Immediately, one tiger and five ghosts unexpectedly discovered that besides these common sights, there were groups of goats and wild boars here, as if they were holding an animal meeting.

There were still a pile of empty clay pots piled up on the ground, and the air was filled with a strong aroma of wine.

These fat pigs and sheep seemed to have drunk too much, and they all showed a three-point drunk state. Even if they saw a big tiger suddenly appearing, they were very slow and did not run away.

"This is."

The seductive aroma got into the nose desperately, and Bai Tiger slammed his mouth hard to suppress the saliva that was about to fall.

Just as doubts arose in his heart, he saw the heroic young man standing with his hands behind his back on the other side of the herd.

After getting started with Taoism, Wang Yuan has a bit of inexplicable Taoism in him.

With a clear face and a dignified appearance, he stood there like an ancient pine and verdant cypress, sassy and at ease, and anyone who looked at him would think that he was a decent and reliable person.

And because Wang Yuan completed the first level of [False Tiger] yesterday in [Thaumaturgy of Transforming Tiger], he prayed for 108 tiger hairs on the back of his head.

Compared with yesterday's meeting with the five ghosts, the tiger's aura was heavier. Not only did Bai Shanjun not find any flaws, but he felt that the young man was very kind.

Even if there is still a lot of popularity in him, it is not surprising, which tiger has no popularity?
After two years old, my tone is popularity.

He even envied this brother of the same clan very much, he should have eaten a lot of military children who practiced [White Tiger Art of War] at the foot of the mountain, right?
Wang Yuan also noticed their arrival immediately, cupped his hands, smiled kindly at Bai Shanjun, and greeted him very familiarly:

"Presumably this is Dalang Bai? I have long admired! I have long admired!
Brother Bai, please come to the table and try the wine-stuffed pigs and sheep that I specially prepared for you. I also specially fed them precious herbs to see if it suits your taste?

Come on, Da Lang, it's time to eat!Please use it, you are welcome. "

Baishan Jundouda's tiger head showed a little hesitation, and he was a little worried that being too hasty would affect his family's demeanor.

But the strong meaty and wine aromas from these fat pigs and sheep are a thousand times stronger than the thin and woody old ones I caught.

After a moment of hesitation, he no longer cared about etiquette:

"Wang Shanjun is really proud, I'm being rude. Aww!"

Even if Bai Shanjun has become a spirit, it is difficult to get rid of the animal nature, and there is no human red tape to twist and turn, and no matter whether this is a mass grave, he will jump into the herd of beasts and start feasting.

I have never had such a sumptuous meal since I was displaced from Xiaoshan.

Because the pigs and sheep don't hide at all, the white tiger can be picky eaters at will, and only eat the freshest and tender parts of these pigs and sheep, such as: the fresh internal organs soaked in Mongolian sweat medicine.

For a while, the tiger ate with blood all over his face.

Mr. Yimuwu was not far behind, following behind Bai Shanjun, desperately absorbing the blood of the living beings.

"Since Wang Shanjun is so knowledgeable, when I get the blessed land of Beiman Mountain in the future, I will share some soup with him, hahaha"

As for the pigs and sheep summoned by [Beast Gathering Thaumaturgy].

Wang Yuan seemed to see their finally liberated souls on the way to the land of reincarnation, and he did not forget to turn his head and leave a last greeting to himself:
"Bah! Thief!"

Commandments and taboos:

It is not allowed to eat the beasts and fierce birds that have been recruited, otherwise you will be backlashed, your own animal nature will riot, and you will even die at the mouth of the birds and beasts.

However, I didn't say that I can't take Mongolian sweat medicine, and I didn't say that I couldn't give it to others.

Stare at me again, I didn't foul it!
After a while, Bai Shanjun had already eaten his belly round, and shook his head, only then did he think of Wang Tiger beside him.

"Wang Shanjun, why don't you eat it? The meat is soaked in the aroma of wine, which tastes really good.

Even when I was in Xiaoshan, I had never eaten so richly as I do now. "

But seeing Wang Yuan looking at Jean with a look of caring for the disadvantaged, he nodded very friendly:

"I just like to be with you simple beasts.

People's hearts are such a thing, if I push myself and others a little bit, I'm too scared to sleep when I think about it.

In fact, that's right, if the monsters from all walks of life had as many minds as people, the ones who ruled Chixian Shenzhou would have been the monsters from all walks of life, right? "

Bai Shanjun tried his best to stare into a pair of tiger eyes like copper bells, and suddenly realized that the boy in front of him seemed to be doubled, and he gradually became top-heavy.

"There is a fraud!"

Mr. Yimuwu, who was not affected by the Mongolian sweat medicine, discovered the abnormality earlier than his own tiger.

Woo-!
But just as the cloudy wind picked up, before the Yin Road had opened, a pot of black-red, foul-smelling liquid had already poured down.

(End of this chapter)