Chapter 341 Yiren

A villager in the county is a scoundrel.

Early this morning, two men broke into the house, took themselves away and took them to the downtown.

There is a butcher selling meat on the street, and half of the pork is on the chopping board.

The two pushed hard, and the villagers' bodies drifted. They got into the meat and merged into one.

Suddenly, the butcher waved a knife to cut the meat. Every time he cut a knife, the villagers felt severe pain all over his body and the pain went into the bone marrow.

Later, the old man next door came to buy meat, bargained, picked up fat and thin, and the butcher cut the meat with a knife, and cut it into pieces. The villagers were even more painful. The punishment was as miserable as Ling Chi.

When the pork was sold out, the villagers were relieved, their souls wandered, and limped back home.

At that time, the rising sun rose, and the villagers were shocked. The family complained, "Why are you so sleepy and just get up now?" The villagers told their experiences, and called the neighbor's old man to ask, pointing out the number of pork slices and catties he bought.

I'm not happy at all.

When the family heard the words, they was secretly surprised.