Chapter 1723: Today, even the wild dogs are playing their teeth.

Zhaba sneered, "That must not be able to move the body in the old yarn, so he buried her in the pit. Now dig her out, hurry up!"
The minions immediately took the branches and started digging.
Azan was trembling with anger, but at this moment, how dare he jump to reason with them?
Azan was weak and buried in a hurry. Naturally, the corpse was not covered with much soil. The corpse was dug out by the minions three or two times.
"Wow, sir, I found it. It's really a corpse in the old yarn."
Zaba walked to the edge of the dirt pit, looked at the pale old gauze with his eyes closed, and said viciously, "Drag her out for me."
The minions responded immediately, and a sturdy man grabbed a leg in the old yarn and pulled her out.
Looking at Zaba lying on the ground, in the motionless old gauze, he stretched out one foot and stomped her chest, chuckled, and immediately a stream of blood spurted out of her mouth.
The minions and the bad boy laughed and said in unison, "Fun, fun, they are all dead, and they can spurt blood."
Azan could see clearly from the tree, his teeth tickled with hatred.
"Master, step on one more foot."
Zhaba stepped on another foot, but this time, no blood spurted out, but a small amount of blood was still flowing out from the corner of her mouth.
The bad boys said, "It's really boring, this time I won't bleed anymore."
Zhaba sneered, "You think she is alive, the blood of the dead person is no longer circulating, and she has a head injury, a lot of blood in her body has flowed almost. The blood she spewed just now should be the last in her body. A little blood."
Even though the blood in the old veil had run out, Zaba stretched out one foot and stomped her chest.
"Damn old lady, what a good thing you did, adopted this little boy, and killed my son. You're not sorry to die."
When Zaba saw his son's corpse, he was so distressed that he could not rush to the corpse in the gauze and bite.
The bad boys said in unison, "Master, the master said that Azan is a catastrophe. The old village chief’s family was destroyed, and the death of the new village chief’s son was all caused by Azanke. The master also said, Azan. The demon ability in the body will grow with age. In the future, Azan will not only kill the new village chief's family, but also the entire village."
Zhaba angrily said, "Damn old veil, this is the misfortune that you brought to the village by adopting Azan. Now this kid is killing my son. It is necessary to catch Azan, this dog kid, and take him The corpse is shattered. How can Azan, who is not as good as a dog, compare with my precious son?"
The minions said in unison, "Master, what about the corpse in the old yarn?"
Zaba kept silent, raised the machete in his hand, aimed a knife at the chest in the old gauze, and then swiped down forcefully.
With a puff, a blood hole was cut across the chest in the old gauze.
Like an executioner, Zaba held the machete dripping with blood in his mouth, and stretched out his hands to open the blood hole. Seeing a fist-sized heart-shaped piece of meat, he grabbed it and pulled it out.
Jaba pinched the piece of meat and let out a grimace.
"Tonight, I'm going to drink with the heart in the old yarn."
The minions cheered in unison, "The human heart is the most nourishing. A good product for aphrodisiac."
Zhaba said with a calm face, "I like the hot heart the most, but it's a pity that this heart is already cold, and eating it warm is the most nourishing."
The minions said, "It's not easy for the master to want to eat hot food. When we grab that Azan, dig out his heart while it's hot, let you drink."
Zaba nodded, "I must eat the pup's heart raw. This pup killed my son. Only by eating his heart can I relieve my hatred."
"Master has eaten people's hearts, so I just went to find the Philippe tonight."
Zaba nodded, "Fili has already given birth to three sons, and I want her to give birth to me a son."
The minions immediately flattered, "Master, don't worry, Feili has a big ass, and a woman with a big is born to give birth to a son. From now on, you simply take Feili home and keep it for you."
Zaba said, "Well, wait until she gives birth to my son, and then allow her to go home."
The minions said, "What about the corpse in the old yarn? Is it just thrown here?"
Zhaba said viciously, "Chop her into meat sauce. Who told her to adopt Azan as a pup, this is the end of the disaster she brought to our village."
The minions immediately raised the machete in their hands and greeted the corpse together. In the blink of an eye, the corpse in the old gauze had become a pile of mud.
Zhaba said, "Now spread this pool of mud and throw it away for wild dogs to eat."
The minions grabbed the meat sauce on the ground and threw it around. After a while, the puddle of meat on the ground was already thrown everywhere.
Under the hillside, the atmosphere has long attracted a large group of wild dogs. They were hindered by the human beings on the huge rock and did not dare to come forward. Now they saw the rain of meat from the sky, and they all came forward and rushed forward.
For a time, the barking of wild dogs resounded through the valley.
The minions laughed, "Even the wild dogs are also playing their teeth today."
When Zaba saw this, he waved his hand with satisfaction, "Okay, we should go back to lead the dog now. Today, we must catch the puppies, and tonight I will pay tribute to my precious son with the hearts of both mother and son."
The group followed Zaba and left triumphantly.
Zhaba, who was walking in the front, was still holding the heart of the gauze in his hands. The heart was still dripping blood.
Ajahn hiding in the tree witnessed all the atrocities of Jaba, but how could he dare to speak. He didn't slid down from the tree until the group of people walked away and cried loudly.
"Stop! You stupid dogs, don't eat my mother's meat. Get out! Get out!"
Azan picked up the stone and threw it at the wild dogs, trying to drive them away, but when the wild dogs saw the meat, who was willing to move, they gathered together and barked at Azan frantically.
This group of wild dogs, there are only thirty or fifty. Azan didn't dare to step forward and collapsed on the ground, howling.
"Poor mother, I didn't expect you to suffer such terrible torture after death. Poor mother, all your misfortunes were brought by me. I am sorry for you."
Seeing the wild dogs under the hillside rushing to eat the mud, Azan's heart is like a knife, and his silver teeth bit, and he said viciously, "Zhaba, you beast, you have done such an inferior behavior, and this hatred will not be reported. Promise that you are not a person. Since you have broken my mother's body into pieces, I also tell you not to die. Zaba, you wait, I want your good looks tonight."
The child who is only six years old has been completely covered up by bitter hatred. He glared at the distant back of Zaba and his minions, almost crushing his teeth with hatred.