Chapter 61 There Are 2 Goods Everywhere

Feng Jun gnashed his teeth when he heard this. It seemed like this woman often did this kind of thing? "Have you killed many people?"

"Not many," the woman shook her head and replied simply, "I only killed three, but only this time, I was able to pick up something."

At the end of the sentence, a faint, satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Have you killed three? Feng Jun was secretly stunned when he heard this: Damn, this space... is really a bit cruel.

When the woman saw that he was silent, she bent down and picked up the body on the ground. With her two strong thighs, she walked quickly to the hillside more than 20 meters away and threw the body out of her hands.

The naked body drew an arc in the air, flew more than 20 meters, fell down the hillside, then rolled in the bushes, and finally disappeared.

After throwing away the body, the woman came back calmly, "In a few days, his body will be eaten by insects and ants...don't you want his sword?"

Seeing her natural expression, Feng Jun couldn't help but tremble in his heart. This woman's psychology is really strong.

As a law-abiding citizen of the Earth world, this was his first time killing someone. He thought he could kill someone so naturally without much discomfort. He was already considered ruthless and had excellent psychological quality.

But compared to this woman, he felt a little dwarfed. Her calm demeanor was really incomparable.

But speaking of the spoils, he still had to fight for it, "The sword belongs to you. I'm a little curious about that sword."

The woman was not surprised. In fact, the rule here is that if both parties cooperate to kill, the spoils must be equally divided. Previously, it was okay for the man not to ask for clothes. If he didn't even want a sword, she would doubt the other party's true intention. .

So she nodded simply, "That sword is indeed better than a knife. It should be a martial artist's weapon, a pseudo-war weapon, but it also means trouble. I prefer this machete... Such a big piece of iron is practical."

When Feng Jun heard this, why did he feel like I was taking advantage?

So he emphasized again, "Since I want this sword, you don't have to give me your Yaling Green Bamboo Shoot."

"How is that possible?" The woman glared, "My husband's family has always followed the rules. You helped me protect the loot, and you are entitled to half of it. If it weren't for you, I might have lost my life."

Feng Jun didn't want to get too entangled in this matter, so he just asked curiously, "Is this Yaling Qingzhu... not as expensive as this sword?"

"That's not necessarily true," the woman shook her head, "Asian green bamboo shoots are used by top martial artists... This thing is a consumable and a rare medicinal material. Unlike weapons like long swords, which can be forged repeatedly."

Feng Jun smiled and nodded, "I see... I'm a stranger and don't know much about the situation here. Can you give me a general introduction?"

When the woman heard this, she replied apologetically, "I don't know much about these things. Why don't you come back to the village with me and ask my father to tell you about it. He has lived in Fucheng."

So the two of them packed their bags and walked quickly to the village.

While walking and chatting along the way, Feng Jun knew that this woman was called Sister Lang, and her father was called Lang Zhen. He traveled extensively when he was young, served in the army, and also worked as a bodyguard in Fucheng for several years. His left hand was the bodyguard. was beheaded at that time.

There was a simple fence around the village. When Sister Lang came back with a young man in strange clothes, a dozen people suddenly ran out of the village to watch.

But what makes Feng Jun depressed is that although he saved Sister Lang, the villagers were not very enthusiastic about him. They just watched him from a distance, with no expression on their faces, and even a little indifference. That was a deliberately created sense of distance.

After Lang Zhen heard about it, he came out, but his attitude towards Feng Jun was not very enthusiastic. After roughly listening to his daughter's statement, he raised his hand to Feng Jun and said, "Thank you for your help. I don't know where you came from." Where are you going, where are you going?"

Feng Jun thought for a moment and then replied, "I have no fixed abode to begin with. I am wherever I go. I plan to stay in the village for two days. Is that okay?"

At this moment, a young man shouted, "This is impossible, our village refuses outsiders accommodation!"

This man was about in his early twenties, with thick beards on his temples. If it weren't for his young and clear eyes, some people would believe him if they said he was thirty years old.

When Sister Lang heard this, she was furious and said, "Jia Xingwang, when your uncles came to the village, who chased them away?"

The bearded man glanced at her and spoke anxiously, "Sister, I think this person is weird. You have to be careful that he is a bandit... My uncle is a relative of my family, why can't he live in the village? What relationship do you have with this stranger? ?”

Sister Lang became anxious when she heard this, "Liu thief, how could he be Liu thief? He saved me!"

"If you change it to me, I will save you." Jia Xingwang was also a little anxious, "Sister, you have always been honest, be careful of being deceived. These strangers are the most untrustworthy. Foreigners are not allowed to live in the village. At the earliest, it was Uncle Lang suggested that it should be made a village rule."

When Feng Jun heard this, he looked at Lang Zhen with his eyes.

The old man with a broken arm nodded and spoke in a deep voice, "Foreigners are no better than locals. If they do bad things, they can just run away. I don't approve of them living in the village."

After this period of running-in, Feng Jun could roughly understand the other party's words. Hearing this, he was furious, "Uncle Lang, I saved your daughter anyway. Is this how you repay your benefactor?"

"The Lone Wolf is right," a loud voice sounded in the distance, and a stout middle-aged man walked over. This man's appearance was very similar to Jia Xingwang.

He laughed loudly and said, "outsider, if you want to stay overnight and live outside the village, we will not chase you away. It is impossible for wild beasts to come here easily. You will be safe... This is in the mountains, and anything can happen."

"That's okay," Feng Jun nodded lightly, "I save people as I please, and I don't care about anything from you. Since I'm not welcome here, I'll just leave."

The bearded man smiled ferociously at him, "You have a good idea. You can come and go as soon as you say. What do you think of my Xiaohu Village?"

"Xingwang!" Lang Zhen snorted coldly, his face downcast, "Your father, the village chief, is here, and it's not your turn to speak!"

"Uncle Lang," Jia Xingwang's face suddenly turned red, "I'm doing it for my eldest sister's benefit. This stranger has a strange appearance. There's no guarantee he's not a spy for the bandits."

It can be seen that he has unusual concern for Sister Lang.

"A spy of a bandit? Humph!" Lang Zhen looked at him angrily, "A spy of a bandit carries a hedgehog's thorn with him?"

"Huh?" Feng Jun looked at him strangely and reached out to touch the one-meter-long hard thorn on his back.

He picked up this hard thorn next to the power grid. After the hedgehog broke the power grid, he was frightened and ran away. However, the power grid at the scene ripped off a thorn from it.

Feng Jun picked up the thorn and played with it for a while. He found that the thorn was so hard that it could pierce a hole in the stone. It was not much worse than a Swiss Army knife in terms of sharpness, but even harder in terms of hardness.

So he carried the thorn on his back. This thing can be used as a long sword and is not so dazzling. It is suitable for him to use when traveling around.

However, Lang Zhen's eyesight was also extraordinary. He was able to recognize the base of this thing from a long distance away.

When Feng Jun saw that he knew the goods, he couldn't help but pull out the hedgehog thorns on his back, and said with a smile, "I picked this thing up."

"It can't be picked up," Lang Zhen shook his head and spoke with certainty, "I'm not blind yet. This thorn contains strong vitality and resentment. It must have been taken alive. Young man, please don't be so harsh."

"I admire you," Feng Jun smiled and cupped his hands, "I got it alive, but it was just a coincidence... I couldn't beat that guy."

Lang Zhen snorted angrily, "You definitely can't beat it. It's a hedgehog. We have the whole village here, and it's just to deliver food."

Feng Jun didn't want to leave after hearing this. He asked with interest, "Are there any spirit hedgehogs in the nearby mountains?"

Before Lang Zhen could speak, Jia Xingwang laughed loudly, "Haha, hedgehog, if there were hedgehogs in the mountains, would we still dare to live here? What idiots. UU Reading www.uukanｓshu.net "

Feng Jun was really tired of this man, and no one in this village seemed to have a good impression of him. Even the Lang family didn't think he was good at saving people.

At this moment, he felt really fed up, so he turned around and walked out of the village, "Since you don't welcome me, I'll rest by the village."

In the evening of that day, it started to rain lightly. Feng Jun, who was resting in the open air next to the village, took out a raincloth, built a shack, and sprinkled some insect repellent around it. He secretly made up his mind to leave this place when the weather cleared. Broken place.

Of course, he could feel that there were still many curious eyes in the village, staring at his every move, but it didn't matter. He didn't like this indifferent village.

However, not long after he set up the shack, Sister Lang came, followed by two children, one twelve or thirteen years old, and the other seven or eight years old, who were her two younger brothers.

In her hand she held an earthen jar with a lid, steam still rising from the lid.

She walked to the shack in the rain and handed the earthen pot over with a smile, "This is meat porridge cooked at home. It's so cold. Drink some to drive away the cold and avoid getting sick."

There is actually a liquefied gas stove in Feng Jun's big backpack, but it is not convenient to use at the moment, and it is not even convenient to boil hot water.

So he didn't refuse, took the jar, placed it on a flat stone, and took out a pair of chopsticks from his backpack.

Sister Lang's two younger brothers looked at the awning curiously. The older boy saw the rain rolling down the raincloth, and even pulled the raincloth curiously, with a very slight force.

The younger boy also wanted to pull the raincloth, but he couldn't reach it. However, he was soon attracted by the smell of meat porridge. He stared at the earthen pot without blinking and was reluctant to move away.