When he thought of the miserable scene of being cooked in the big pot in front of him, Wu Feng felt a pain coming from his body. This way of death was too cruel, and it would be better to let those big white rats eat it to death.

He looked at the two big bats standing in front of him in panic, swallowed hard, and said loudly: Hey, what do you two monsters want to kill, and you don't have to stand here to scare me

The two big bats still did not respond, but one of them moved slightly, opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth.

After a while, a white figure suddenly came out from behind a big bat. At first, Wu Feng thought it was another monster. When the thing got closer, he realized that it was a person, but this person was a little weird. He had long white hair all over his body, especially his hair, which grew from the top of his head to the heels, scattered all over his body, and his eyebrows and beard also landed around his waist, all white, just like a big white snowball.

The white-haired monster looked like an old man. The long white hair covered most of his face. The skin exposed on his face was wrinkled, and it was as pale as the hair on his body, looking a little scary. He was not tall, of medium figure, with a hunched back, and was holding a crutch in his hand. The crutch was also white, thick on the upper part and thin on the lower part. It should have been made of bones of some beasts.

The white-haired monster walked straight to the big pot. First, he raised his nose and sniffed it, smacked it twice, and felt very enjoyable. Then he lifted the crutch in his hand and stirred it back and forth in the big pot. The things in the pot suddenly rolled up, and a fishy smell floated out in an instant. Wu Feng couldn't stand the pungent smell. He only felt a tummy stomach churning, opened his mouth, but he just retching twice, and he didn't spit out anything. He himself didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten, so naturally there was nothing in his stomach to vomit.

Holding down this disgusting feeling, Wu Feng looked at the white-haired monster, but seeing that he had already grabbed the white crutch with both hands, and was still stirring in the big pot without stopping. From time to time, he laughed twice. The laughter was so gloomy, not to mention how cunning it was.

Wu Feng was curious for a moment and didn't know what the old man cooked. He looked at it, but when he saw that there seemed to be some vines and grass leaves in the pot, the old man stirred it again, but this time he brought out a furry and fat thing. After careful look, it turned out to be a big mouse. The mouse seemed to have not even peeled off the skin and put it in the pot for cooking.

When Wu Feng saw this situation, he could no longer bear it. He opened his mouth and vomited loudly. Naturally, there was nothing to vomit, and all the spitting out was sour water.

After vomiting for a while, Wu Feng stopped and did not dare to look into the pot anymore. He turned his head to one side, but the fishy smell was still drilling into his nose and eyes.
Chapter completed!