Chapter 977 (1/2)

”Oh!” He Feng understood.

He knocked on his head and said that now he often forgets one thing, that is, he is an open man. He always asks these mentally retarded questions. There are many records about poverty and strangeness in the mountain and sea Sutra in the sky stone.

I even ignored this. I really should fight!

After secretly scolding himself in his heart, he Feng showed fierce light and grinned at the poor strange in front of him. Niang xipi was too TND shady and even played a trick to pretend to be dead. Fortunately, he was in a hurry to unseal his body. Otherwise, he would really sing cool!

”It's dishonest. I didn't expect you to be dishonest. OK, I'll let you know why the flowers are so red!” He Feng said gnashing his teeth. Then he saw in his hand suddenly, there was a big pot. The pot was very thick, just like the small clamp pot used in the foundry. It contained something unknown, dark and pungent. Well, it was good, This is asphalt!

When he Feng stewed meat at home when he Feng was a child, the pig skin was stained with pig hair. He couldn't get it clean. He boiled some asphalt in an iron pot and poured it on the pork. Then he quickly threw it in cold water and peeled off the solidified asphalt. The pig hair would be shaved clean, uprooted, and there would be nothing after repeated several times.

This is done on dead animals!

But if the dying is replaced by the living, it will be absolute torture, because the temperature of asphalt is as high as Baidu, and you can imagine how painful it is to burn on your body!

Nowadays, although asphalt is not used very much because it is poisonous, and it has been replaced with rosin, he Feng still has a big pot at home and is reluctant to throw it away. This thing is more valuable. A pot has to be thrown for dozens. How can we say to throw it away?

If you really throw it away, doesn't it hurt that you sell yetian?

When he Feng built a house two years ago, he Feng stuffed this thing into the space. He didn't think it would be useful now. He smiled, kicked a pile of skeletons aside, and then said to the misty man, ”old man, try to see if you can light a fire here?”

”Do you want to repair the leak in the bungalow?” looking at He Feng with a big pot of asphalt, misty son thought of those who often shouted next to his house, so he quickly opened his mouth and asked.

”No, no, no, I'm going to torture him!” He Feng shook his head and said.

”Hey, what kind of torture is this thing?” the misty son shook his head and said, ”if you splash it on him, it's itching for him. If you throw it into the magma, maybe he will jump twice and swim in it. The skin of this thing is thick and solid. It can't hurt him at all!”

”Oh, really?” He Feng was a little surprised, but immediately he changed his mind and said, ”let's not spill it on him and pour it into his stomach!”

”Fill this in your stomach?” piaomiko was a little cold. He thought of Zhu Baba, who liked to peel people's skin, fill it with straw and hang it on the road to scare those corrupt officials. Piaomiko, who was a child at that time, had just seen a torture with his own eyes, which was the shadow of piaomiko's childhood.