"Father..." The son turned his head and although he did not say the following words, the expression on his face had already shown his tendency very clearly.

"this……"

When two role model serfs were presented in front of him, the living evidence was very convincing, and the contents Wu Qingchen had previously claimed became much more credible.

However, if you can't tell the specific reason, there is always a faint sense of uneasiness in the heart of the old thief.

"Let's wait first." After hesitating for a long time, my father slowly shook his head.

"Why?" the son frowned deeply: "Why, did this priest think of what is happening now when he went out, and specially brought two pretended serfs to deceive us?"

"The serf is real." The father said that this is not the reason: "But I always feel something is wrong.

"What's wrong?" the son immediately asked: "Aren't Lautoka and Uncle Cobb and others all fine?"

"What does it mean? Is it okay if you are not beaten to death immediately?" Huelva couldn't say the specific "wrong" but if you want to find a reason, the arrested companion was covered in: "Didn't you see Lautoka and the others? What did they look like? I don't know how long it took to throw it into the water to torture."

"Just soak it in water..." The son said it was difficult to understand: "What's the big deal... The priest always slapped his nose, maybe... he doesn't like the smell on them?"

"Maybe? Do you have the final say on the priest's idea?" The father was not afraid to speculate with the worst malicious intention: "Maybe he planned to clean it up early and wait until the meat is cooked and eaten!?"

Although the possibility of this is extremely low, the son still couldn't help but shivered.

When the father and son discussed, new movements came out at the foot of the mountain.

Looking up at the forest, the priest thought for a while, then ordered the soldiers to act separately and quickly collected many shrubs, branches and leaves.

Asked the soldiers to pile up these things, the priest walked away, and gave a few more instructions. A soldier walked over and fiddled with them for a while, and the flames rose.

"What's this for?" The son looked at the sky: "Have you lit the bonfire so early?"

As soon as his son finished speaking, two other soldiers walked forward, lifted a large bunch of branches that had just been immersed in the stream, and pressed them over the flames.

In an instant, a thick wisp of blue smoke rose straight into the sky.

After living in the thieves for two years, the father and son certainly knew this way of long-distance contact.

The problem is...

"Who is this called?"

"There are still soldiers who haven't arrived? How many people did this master bring?"

A few minutes later, the two learned the real purpose of lighting the blue smoke.

Below the forest, "food", "rest", "protection", and "beans", the shouting content of the three caught companions has been added:

"If you can't tell the direction of the sound in the mountains, look up and see where we are smoking..."

"Pity on the mountain, if you are injured, just shout loudly and we will come to you..."

"If you can't speak or are too far away, just push a few stones, or shake the tree beside you hard, we will come to you..."

"This..." The priest was so considerate and thoughtful, and his son was moved again: "Father, just torture a few people, don't need to spend so much effort, right?"

"Who knows? If you don't do something strange, will you still call me master?" It's strange. The more priests below do, the better they do, the stronger the vague uneasiness in my father's heart.

The captives shouted round after round, drinking water again and again, and time gradually passed, and the priests successively added several new promises that he had come up with himself or the dogs had come up with. However, the direction of the mountains and forests was always quiet.

In this way, the sun slowly set, and the priests sat down and stood up. The interval between sitting down and standing up became shorter and shorter, and the speed of paced back and forth became faster and faster.

Suddenly, An and Huelva saw it, and looked at the sky, the priest walked to the side of the captured companion again.

Like the previous few times, the captives quickly added words:

"Poor man, come down. It's going to be dark, and it will be even harder to leave later!"

"The wolf and the bear are about to come out, they are not as easy to talk to us..."

"Come down, we have a lot of people here and we also have weapons..."

"Look, the fire is on the verge of..."

"Father..." An turned his head again: "What they said is true."

"If you know it's true, then you can leave!" Huelva also seized the opportunity to persuade his son: "Go to the top of the mountain, do you still remember the big rocks I saw when I came here yesterday? Go and look for it. There is a good place to spend the night nearby."

My son stopped talking.

The sky gradually began to darken.

The three soldiers walked to the priest, and after saying a few words, the priest nodded, and the soldiers immediately began to be busy.

Clean the ground, pile up firewood, and ignite another fire...

Take the stream water, set up the pot, and preliminarily handle the ingredients...

"They're going to cook..."

Gugugugu...

Seeing everyone busy and hungry for a whole day, the father and son protested the strongest protest at the same time.

Swallowed, closed his mouth tightly, and the two continued to watch silently:

The fire pit was ready, the diving was ready, the cabbage was cleaned, the beans were cleaned, the chicken...

chicken!

"Master!"

The priest took the initiative, holding the knife, and lifted a struggling hen to the stream. When he turned around and came back, he had a few extra pieces of prepared chicken in his hand.

Staying in the forest without strict territorial laws, the thieves will certainly not be polite to animals.

Although there are lack of tools and hunting skills, the thieves can occasionally catch a few unlucky prey during their long-term survival.

The son An and the father Huelva are both people who have been eating meat. The plump and greasy smell and the sweet and bloody smell are deeply engraved in their hearts.

Just because they had tasted the deliciousness of "meat", when they saw the priest chop the chicken piece by piece and throw it into the pot, even though they were far away, they seemed to smell the strong fragrance in their memory.

The father and son's throats were wriggling hard to swallow the saliva that was rapidly secreted from their mouths.

The priest's movements were very fast. When cooking chicken on this fire pit, he used the fire pit and a small pot on the other side, and began to process the cabbage prepared by the soldiers.

Twenty minutes later, the chicken and cabbage were pulled into the clay pot.

After changing into new hot water, the priest began to cook beans and paste at the same time.

After more than ten minutes, all four clay pots were filled with steaming food.

The soldiers had already brought stones and put a few wooden boards together to form a dining table. These damn bastards actually carried the dining table with them. Wooden bowls were arranged in front of each of them.

Dining is divided.

The soldiers who were always following the priest stood up, held the spoon, and distributed most of the chicken to the priest, leaving a small part to himself and another person beside him; distributed the beans to the master and all soldiers other than the serfs; distributed the cabbage and serfs to all the members, including the serfs.

"Tsk tsk... there are meat and beans." An licked his lips and looked at the wooden bowls full of incest in front of everyone: "Even the serfs have two wooden bowls."

"What does that have to do with us?" Huelva reminded his son at the right time: "Look, after calling for an afternoon, Lautoka and the others have to stand far away."

Yes.

When the meal was split, Lautoka and the other two walked away tactfully, stood in the distance, trying to resist not looking towards the dining table, and took a few sips of cold water from time to time to stop hunger.

It was probably because they didn't travel much or do much work all day, so the priest and his entourage ate very slowly, which made the onlookers and the thieves on the mountain suffer for a while.

More than half an hour passed, the priest, who had the most food and the slowest speed, finally slowly put down the wooden bowl in his hand.

After stroking his stomach, the priest stood up and waved to the three prisoners in the distance.

"Is it..." An's eyes widened a little.

"That's right, that's the trick!" The old thief wanted to express his disdain, but the saliva at the corner of his mouth suddenly overflowed, "Divid the wooden bowl, the plate, and drink it with water, you can just cheat your stomach."

"Is it really going to be divided into bowls?" An couldn't control his saliva: "What else can I rinse? Just lick it! The priest ate so carelessly, there must be a lot of oil in the bowl... Maybe there will be bean dregs in the bowl next to it!"

"Hmph... The two most trusted soldiers next to them must have their bowls. Tsk tsk, it's so fateful. I've never been hungry in my life... I didn't even lick a wooden bowl, and it was cheap for Lautoka and the others." Obviously, although I couldn't see the specific situation clearly, I always stared at the process of eating. The distribution of the value of the many wooden bowls on the dining table. Huelva knew clearly: "Look, the wooden bowls of the other soldiers must be much cleaner. They have licked them twice, and they should have to flush them... Well, the last two were definitely real serfs who ran away. Their wooden bowls had been washed several times by themselves."

When the father and son were talking, the three prisoners had already walked to the priest.

Next, the priest asked the three of them to close their palms, then scooped a few spoons of water, and washed the three of them's arms several times.

"What are you going to do?"

The next moment, in the strange inquiring eyes of the thieves on the mountain, in the inexplicable eyes of the captains at the mountain, the priest's spoon reached into the pottery next to the kettle. When it took it out again, it poured into the prisoner standing in front, and closed the palms together.

Holding the prisoner standing in front of him, his hands were moving, and his whole body was trembling violently. The prisoner standing behind him immediately knelt on the ground. Whether standing or kneeling, the three poor people who had been calling for the afternoon were shed tears at the same time.

"Master!"

While the prisoners were trembling and crying, the father and son also let out irresistible screams in the mountains and forests.

After eating the porridge in his hands quickly, licking every finger cleanly, borrowed a wooden spoon, scooped cold water, and sucked the whole palm several times, without anyone urging him, the three prisoners picked up the rolled-up rolls again and rushed to the vicinity of the forest.

"Pity on the mountain, friends, come down quickly!"

"You saw it, you saw it, right? The master gave it to you!"

"Hao! I'll give us a whole handful of shit!"

"Come down quickly!"

Due to the lack of a unified plan, the voices of the three captured companions were much more messy. However, because the three people were far more than the volume when they called in the afternoon and the central energy when they called in the afternoon, the thieves on the mountain could still hear it clearly.
To be continued...