The boss waved his hand in disgust and said, "It's just the one who carries the corpse. All the hunters here die in the snow mountain. Although they rolled down from the snow mountain, they are still in the snow mountain pass. In such an evil snow mountain, the men in the village are unwilling to go in and carry the corpse out, so there are people carrying the corpse."

According to the boss, the corpse-carrying man is also from their village and is the adopted son of a hunter. Since the evil incident happened, the corpse-carrying man has become more developed. He can make a lot of money every time he carries a corpse!

The boss said with a little sour voice: "Oh, it's too unintentional to make money from a dead person. You don't know that this corpse-carrying man is very expensive, but we all pay attention to returning to the roots of fallen leaves. Those hunters died in the mountains, which is very pitiful. How could the family members be content to pay for it? They must make a lot of money than opening a guesthouse!"

The boss said a lot, and finally got to the point again. He pointed to a direction outside the door and said, "The man carrying the corpse lives there. He was originally a child picked up by Lao Zhangtou, a hunter in our village..."

The boss pointed to his head and said, "It's a fool here, he's a fool, and his temperament is very strange. It's hard to get along with anyway. Lao Zhang's wife later gave birth to a son, so she moved out to live with her corpse-carrying man. Living there, you can try your luck. If someone dares to enter the snow mountain now, he's probably the corpse-carrying man."

Everyone didn't talk nonsense, and immediately came out of the guesthouse and walked in the direction the boss pointed, because the village itself was not big and would not lose its direction.

They had just walked a few steps and had not left the guesthouse too far, when they heard a riot in front of them, surrounded by crowds, and it was like a siege of iron buckets. They should have been watched by the villagers.

Wanqi Linmu stretched his head and looked forward a few times, but he couldn't see clearly because there were too many people. Luo Shen relied on his height advantage and looked clearly as soon as he looked up. He smiled and said, "Do you want me to hug you?"

Wanqi Linmu: "..."

"Dad! Dad! Dad! Dad, you died so miserably!" Crying sounds came from the crowd, and the onlookers were in constant riots.

He whispered in front of him: "Oh, Lao Zhang is dead!"

"It's so miserable. I've been sucked dry by the vixen!"

Old Zhang, isn’t the hunter mentioned by the guesthouse boss just now?

Wanqi Linmu stretched his neck and looked forward, and saw a tall man carrying a corpse on his back. The body was thin and thin, indeed like a mummy, but his face turned as white as a blue one and reveals a metallic luster. Wanqi Linmu narrowed his eyes and said, "It's indeed the endless mine."

Bang—

The tall man carrying the corpse put Lao Zhang's body on the ground, and immediately rushed up next to him a man cried and sniffed, shouting with tears in his mouth: "Dad! Dad, you died so miserably, what's wrong with you, Dad! Don't leave your son behind!"

The crying man should be Lao Zhang's biological son, and the tall man with a corpse on his back must be Lao Zhang's adopted son.

Lao Zhang had no son in his early years and picked up a child from the snow mountain to raise it. People in the village all said that the child was a wolf child. Otherwise, how could such a young baby be in the snow mountain? So everyone is abusive to the child being called Alang.

Not long after picking up the child, Lao Zhang had a biological son. It can be imagined that Lao Zhang didn't care much about his eldest son Alang. Later, Alang moved out of Lao Zhang's house, built a house next to him, and became a corpse-carrying man.

Carrying a corpse is not decent, but it is very profitable. Alang didn't know how many corpses he carried, but today he had to carry his adoptive father's body out of the snow mountain.

No wonder the villagers watched so much. Life seemed to be full of drama, a black humor with mixed laughter and tears.

Lao Zhang's son cried to the death. On the other hand, Alang, who personally carried Lao Zhang's body, did not react and stood numbly next to him.

Wanqi Linmu can only see Alang's back at this angle, but his appearance and expression cannot be seen.

From the back, Alang looks tall and should be 1.85 meters upwards. He is not the type of white-cut chicken. His muscles are smooth but not entangled. He is a model of slimming clothes and taking off clothes with material. In other words, he is born with a clothes rack.

It was snowy and there was still snowy snow. Aliang was wearing only a cotton vest, revealing two smooth muscle arms. The natural wheat-colored skin was filled with the breath of male hormones. A black belt was around his waist, which set off his broad shoulders and thin waist.

Alang just stood quietly like this.

Old Zhang's son cried for a while, realized Alang, pointed at Alang and cursed: "You ungrateful wolf! You are really a wolf! You are in a mess! My father has raised you for so many years, giving you food, drinking, pulling you to grow up, treating you like a biological son. Now he is dead, you, a cruel person, can't shed a tear. What kind of heart are you?"

Lao Zhang's son was crying, and the villagers next to him also pointed.

"Yes, why don't you cry?"

"His father is dead. Although he is a godson, it's not like this, right?"

"Don't you know? This wolf is bleeding wolf blood, it's usually weird!"

"Maybe he did the things in the mountains!"

"What did he do? What's the purpose?"

"For what? Make money by carrying a corpse! There is such a big deal in the snow mountain, and people are in panic. Only he makes a fortune by himself!"

"If it's true, it's terrible..."

The villagers next to him were nagging, and Old Zhang's son cried, and for a moment, it formed a deafening "symphony". The wolf always stood silently and finally made a sound.

"Tsk."

That's right, it was "tsk". What happened to him and his tongue spitted out an impatient voice.

Hearing this voice, Lao Zhang's son and the gossiping villages all silenced, and only the "whimper" wind left in the air, as if they were mourning.

Alang's voice was very magnetic, with a low voice, flat sound. When he heard his voice, he would think of a thick steel plate.

Wanqi Linmu still couldn't see Alang's face and expression, but only heard Alang's voice saying, "I'm so annoyed that I cried."

Old Zhang's son looked at Alang in a daze, then reacted and said angrily: "What did you... say?!"

Alang's voice was not at all sad, but instead he was covered with a trace of hideous smile, saying, "I can't bear to part with your father so much? I'd just kill you and send you and your father to reunite."

"You..." Old Zhang's son shouted: "You all listen to me, fellow villagers! Listen to me, is he talking about human words?? Is it human words? A ungrateful wolf! It's simply a ungrateful wolf!"

The villagers were also scared by Alang's words.

Alang tilted his head slightly and looked at Lao Zhang's son. He turned his head. Although Wanqi Linmu still couldn't see his appearance, he could see his tall eagle nose.

Alang spoke again and said to Lao Zhang's son: "The money for carrying the corpse."

"You care about me and want money!" Lao Zhang's son said, "This... this is also your father! You actually care about me and want money?! Dad! Dad, you see this ungrateful son you raised, don't worry, your son will never give him a penny of the money you left behind! He doesn't give him a penny!"

Alang smiled coldly and said, "I don't want any money from the old man, but I have to give it to the money for carrying the corpse."

When Lao Zhang's son heard that he wanted to have a inheritance, he didn't know whether he was relieved or raised his breath, so he was very reluctant to leave. He took out five very narrow red bills from his pocket.

Bang!

Alang didn't say anything, and snatched the five big red tickets, and did not look at Lao Zhang's son again, nor did he look at his body on the ground. He turned around and strode away, heading towards his wooden house.

Wanqi Linmu watched for a while, and watched him walk into the wooden house, touching his chin and saying, "I think this wolf is fine?"

When the villagers who were doing good things next to him heard it, they immediately whispered: "Are you a foreigner? Don't mess with that ungrateful wolf. He is a wolf boy. The blood in his body is bleeding. It's different from us. It's very strange. Sometimes he is smarter than anyone else, but sometimes he can't beat it."

It's really weird.
Chapter completed!