The whole class is dead? NPC awakens and starts killing people

Shang Ye looked at the things inside, swallowed his saliva in fear, and poked Ji Yinyin who was standing next to him with an indifferent expression: "Sister, what should I do? I suddenly feel that my head is not very satisfied with my neck. I want to find another place to stay. What...what should I do?"

Ji Yinyin glanced at Shang Ye, and found that his feet were shaking like a sieve.

[What the hell, doesn't he often run around with his parents in the mountains? Logically, he should have seen the world and is not afraid of monsters and demons. Why is he so scared of a mere drug dealer's pharmaceutical factory? ]

Shang Ye wanted to cry but had no tears: "Is it okay that I am not afraid of monsters and demons because I am blessed by Mazu? Who said that people who are favored by Mazu cannot be afraid of drug dealers? Moreover, drug dealers like them are basically half arms dealers! Do you really think that everyone is as bold as a tiger as you?

"How about... go back and eat some delicious chicken?"

Shang Ye:......

My family is being targeted! You are so stupid, why do you want to eat a beautiful chicken? Which is more important, a beautiful chicken or my life?

Seeing Shang Ye about to cry, Ji Yinyin immediately understood.

This guy has misunderstood.

"Oh, don't cry, which prince is crying like you? The princes in Beijing and Shanghai are all great masters! Is it appropriate for you, a representative of the Guangdong circle, to cry like this? Uh... I'm not saying you're not a man, I mean, let's go back to the base camp and discuss it slowly. You can't push the enemy crystal tower now, are you going to stay here as a hostage?"

Shang Ye wiped his tears and stubbornly retorted: "Who said I cried? I didn't cry! How many years has it been since the Qing Dynasty fell? He is still the prince? Don't flatter me. And you misunderstood, my ancestral home is Jianfu! My mother is from Dongguang. If you insist on praising me, you can say that I am Mazu's favorite! I like to hear that."

Ji Yinyin:......

[Mazu's favorite? Didn't your mother take your brain away when she was collecting rent? Tsk tsk, your snot bubbles have become crystal lamps, and you are a clay figure, Mazu would despise you. ]

Ji Yinyin looked at Shang Ye again.

There was a snot bubble on his black mud face, two jade pieces hanging from the corners of his eyes, and he looked sad.

[Well, ugly! Fortunately, something as ugly as me has nothing to do with me. ]

Shang Ye, who felt like he was stabbed by several arrows, looked at Ji Yinyin with grievance: So I am a thing? Am I a thing? Can I be a thing?

Regardless of whether Shang Ye was a good person or not, they all carried the net bags and walked down the mountain.

The problem is, they are here to catch the best chickens in ten years.

Now... 80% of the beautiful chickens are lying on the ground.

The remaining 20% ​​may have disappeared long ago.

"How about catching a three-year-old pretty chicken to make do?" Looking at the dead chickens all over the floor, Ji Yinyin gave this suggestion.

"Can three years be compared to ten years?" Shang Ye looked at Ji Yinyin with resentment, "My mother said that ten-year-old hens are the most nutritious. You can tell the difference once you eat them."

"You can't catch it now anyway, so you might as well just catch a three-year-old chicken and take it back."

[Although I also want to pick them up and eat them, the chickens here are all gutted. We can't say that we were having fun catching chickens, but a vampire possessed us and ate all the blood out of them, right? Tsk tsk, what a pity.]

Shang Ye nodded repeatedly.

This loss won’t be too great!

In the end, the two of them ran back to the original place, knocked out two three-year-old chickens, and turned back down the mountain.

……

At this moment, the kitchen of the B&B was in chaos.

Don't ask, it's the third shift's job.

Just because they can catch a chicken doesn't mean they can kill it. When they took photos with Shang Ye to show off, they were holding the chicken's tail with fear.

As a result, as soon as I posted it on WeChat Moments, the news disappeared.

I didn't dare catch it with my hands, so I could only use a net bag to drag the chicken down from the mountain little by little.

Then I handed it to the chef without any care.

You know, one chicken for each person, so 22 people means 22 chickens.

With 22 chickens in the kitchen, wouldn’t they be flying around?

Aunt Wang, who was already upset, got a headache when she saw the chicken feathers scattered all over the kitchen.

Several people have worked together to kill only 6 chickens so far, and there are still 16?

Oh, I'm anxious to find a job.

Aunt Wang: If I had known this, I wouldn’t have told them that the child was weak. Now you want them to kill the chicken until it becomes weak?

If you can’t kill them all, you can’t kill them all!

"Sister Wang, how about... using those chickens?" The waiter who was running around the kitchen nudged Aunt Wang with his elbow. He only had a dozen dying chickens lying on the tricycle outside.

Aunt Wang's eyes lit up.

"Young people are still smart! You guys take care of this!"

Then Aunt Wang ran to the yard.

I was covered in stench from catching chickens just now. As soon as the third squad came down the mountain, they went straight to the bathroom to wash up. At this time, Bai Ye and Mu Yunke had already changed into clean clothes and sat on the recliners.

Take a sip of the herbal tea whose taste is hard to describe, and chat leisurely under the blanket.

Well...the years are peaceful.

"Hey, next time I won't come to this mountain village with Shang Ye. It's been four hours since school ended, and there's no trace of the traditional hot pot soup that Shang Ye mentioned. I just had a cup of herbal tea."

"How about asking Yinyin to come down? With Shang Ye, that unreliable guy, who knows how long he'll starve. Anyway, there are enough chickens here now. Don't be obsessed with that ten-year-old hen."

Bai Ye nodded, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Ji Yinyin.

Before she finished typing, Ji Yinyin rushed into the yard, panting.

Bai Ye raised his eyebrows and smiled: "We wanted to ask you to come down for dinner, but you came back first. How is it? Did you catch the ten-year-old hen?"

Shang Ye and Ji Yinyin looked at each other, and seeing Aunt Wang peeking out from the kitchen, Shang Ye explained, "Hey, those chickens all look the same, and I couldn't tell the difference, so I just grabbed one and brought it back."

"Haha! Let you show off! You ran in the mountains for two hours and caught a three-year-old chicken! Hey, Shang Ye, go wash your face and the smell of chicken on you." Bai Ye grinned and laughed at Shang Ye as a classmate.

Shang Ye: I can’t catch any pretty prostitutes for ten years? All my pretty prostitutes died in accidents!

In short, the two people who were disliked for smelling like chicken were pushed into the bathroom by their classmates who had washed and smelled delicious.

Twenty minutes later, the two men, who were almost exhausted, finally appeared in the yard.

At this time, two large tables had been set up in the yard, and a small bowl of delicious chicken soup was placed in front of each person's seat.

Bai Ye waved at Ji Yinyin and pushed her into position.

"Yinyin! You came at the right time! Shangye really didn't lie to us! This chicken soup is amazing!"

Ji Yinyin agreed readily, and under Bai Ye's expectant eyes, she took a sip of the chicken soup, and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in her eyes.

[Well... there is a reason why Cantonese-style tea snacks are so famous. And Aunt Wang's cooking skills are really amazing. No wonder Shang Ye's father is obsessed with Aunt Wang's cooking skills. It's a pity. Aunt Wang's cooking skills are so good, why did she have to get involved with poison? Why not ask her to cook chicken a few more times before she goes to jail? Otherwise, she won't be able to eat it after she dies. ]

After sighing for a few words, Ji Yinyin lowered her head and took two more sips.

[Mmm, smells good, really smells good! I'd better let her do a few more dicks, otherwise I won't be able to make up my mind after she goes in. ]

He didn't even notice that the student from Class 3 who was drinking chicken soup next to him dropped his chopsticks.

Class 3: What! Is Aunt Wang the boss lady so cruel?

They looked at each other.

No one spoke, but everyone picked up their bowls and started eating.

Well, I have to drink a few more sips. It would be a pity if I can't drink it in the future.