Chapter 1726: Meaty

It wasn't until the sun set that Azan climbed out of the cave, carried the bag of muddy meat and the bundle of grass, and went down the mountain.
Azan has always been a good boy. After the sun goes down, Shari tells him not to walk around at will. Generally, when it gets dark, he hides at home and dare not go out.
But at this moment, hatred made him bold, and he took a big step, walking through the dark mountains.
"Mom, I’ll take revenge on the child now. You must bless the child. As long as you can kill the beast of Zaba, the child’s life would be better not. I, Ajahn, was born a child abandoned by his biological mother. I took home and raised me. Today, even if I lose my life, I will avenge you."
Azan yelled at the deserted mountains, but the only response to him was the whirring mountain wind.
By the time he walked to the gate of Zaba's house, it was already ten o'clock in the night.
At this hour, all the villagers are asleep.
Only Zaba’s house is brightly lit and noisy.
Azan knew that Zaba’s family must be putting on a banquet again.
Tonight, Yusari's heart is making snacks, and Zaba must be in a good mood.
Bright lights came out from the cracks in the door and shone coldly on the ground. The fragrant wine continuously poured into Azan's nostrils.
Ajahn gritted his teeth with hatred when he thought of the appearance of Zhaba's beating people's hearts.
"These animals, why don't you drink them to death?"
Before he reached the gate of the courtyard, he heard a frantic bark.
It's those dogs, but how do you feed them the mud through the courtyard gate?
Azan stretched his hand to push the door and found that the door was locked from the inside.
The dog barked more fiercely when he heard the door pushing.
"Stop barking, you stupid dogs, you are about to report to the underworld soon."
Azan looked around and found that there was a big tree not far away, which was just beside the wall.
"There is a way, I can climb to the tree first, and then jump from the tree into the yard."
The idea was settled, Azan immediately ran to the tree, tied the guttata with the bag of meat mud, hung it around his neck, and climbed up the tree with both hands. In twos or twos, he climbed to the tree and jumped into the yard.
But as soon as the foot fell on the ground, I heard the dog barking more fiercely.
Those dogs stared at Azan's barking, and if they weren't chained, I believe they would have rushed forward and tore Azan to pieces.
"Shut up! You silly dogs."
Just about to step forward, Azan suddenly saw the figure shaking in the room, suspected that someone was going out, hurriedly shrank and hid in the shade.
Sure enough, a drunk minion walked towards the dogs with a plate of fleshy bones.
"Okay, don't call. No one will come in the middle of the night. I'll bring you delicious food. You can't make any noise after you eat. Master is in a bad mood tonight. Watch out that his old man is angry and will take you to give you a tooth sacrifice. In fact, it doesn’t matter if you slaughtered you, it’s good to see some of you who are fat and strong, stewed and eaten, it must be very fragrant. If the lord is willing to slaughter you, I will follow the light and you can eat dog meat."
The minions cursed and laid the plate on the ground, but the few did not surround themselves excitedly, but wag their tails and walk away.
The minion snorted coldly, "You stupid dogs, it seems that you have a habit of eating raw and don't like to eat cooked ones. It's up to you, I'm going to drink, do you like to eat or not." After speaking, he entered staggeringly. The house is gone.
At this time, the room is brightly lit, and the is endless.
The dogs found Azan hiding in the shadow of the tree barking again.
Azan smiled and said, "Hush-don't make a noise, I'm bringing you some delicious food." After speaking, he immediately threw the bag of meat mud mixed with poisonous weeds.
Those dogs were originally wary of strange things, but the breath of raw meat undoubtedly stimulated their appetite, especially the breath of human flesh that they love.
The dogs walked forward hesitantly, carefully sniffed the mud, and still opened their mouths uncontrollably and swallowed them in their belly.
Azan watched them eat the mashed meat and laughed excitedly, "Yes, that's it, eat all of them."
The dogs gobbled up the meat, and immediately fell to the ground and moaned. In the blink of an eye, they all kicked and died.
Azan boldly stepped forward, kicked the dead dogs and said viciously, "These vicious dogs have returned to the West. Now it is their master's turn."
Azan ran to the window and saw that there were many people in the house.
Zaba was drinking with a coquettish plump woman in his arms, and all the others were Zaba's minions. These people plus Zaba, there are also 20 or 30 people.
The coquettish woman with her half exposed, sitting at Zaba acting like a baby, was also blushing with drunk. Azan recognized that woman, it was Philly in the mouth of those minions. Fili knows how to cater to men, and Zaba loves it.
These people are all drunk, but even if they are drunk, they are all adults of the height of the horse. How could a six-year-old Azan kill them?
Azan looked down at the bundle of gut-wort in his arms, feeling a little at a loss. How can these villains be poisoned?
Before, Azan thought about putting poisonous weeds in the wine, but now it seems that with so many people in the house, he himself has no possibility of sneaking in.
After all, Azan was still young. He thought killing those dogs was the most troublesome thing. Now after killing those dogs, he realized that the most difficult thing to kill in this world is people, not dogs.
And it is even more difficult to kill so many people at once.
He is now unarmed, and the only thing he can use as a tool for killing is this bundle of grass.
At this time, a scent of meat drifted into his nose.
This scent has never been seen in his family, because Lao Shali is too poor, and the two of them have no money to buy meat. However, he often smelled the smell of meat wafting from other people's kitchens.
Every time he smelled the scent of meat, he felt unable to walk.
This time was no exception, Azan followed the smell of meat and touched a small house.
This small room is full of all kinds of delicious food, obviously the kitchen of the Zaba family.
The most terrible thing is that soup is being simmered in the iron pot on the stove, the red flame is licking the black bottom of the pot, what meat is stewed in the pot, and the rich smell of meat is coming out of the pot. Coming.
"It smells so good. I have always wanted to eat stew."
Azan looked at the slurping meat in the pot, drooling with greed.
The meat chunks that have been boiled out of the white soup look particularly attractive.
There is also that pot of fragrant white soup, even a sip is good.
Azan only ate a few wild fruits. The wild fruits were not hungry. Looking at such a pot of broth, his stomach couldn't help groaning.
At this moment, how could Azan control the gluttons in his stomach? He reached out and grabbed the spoon, scooped a spoonful of soup, and was about to deliver it to his mouth.
At this moment, I suddenly heard someone shouting from behind, "Where is the wild boy? You are so bold that you dare to break into Master Zaba's kitchen."