106: Shoot the whole field!

"If a single ounce of meat is missing, I'll take off both your legs, sprinkle some cumin on them, and roast them."

Tang Ran hoisted the Spiked Club onto her shoulder.

With such a large movement, more than half of her chest trembled along with it.

Chen Du reached out and helped her straighten her collar, which had been ruffled by the wind.

His fingertips brushed against her collarbone, sparking a faint electric sensation.

This muscular powerhouse of a woman tensed up all over, her ears turning bright red.

"Don't worry."

Chen Du withdrew his hand. "I'll pick out a piece of shank with some cartilage for you. You need to eat your fill to have the strength to guard my home."

Tang Ran's face burned as her little secret thoughts were exposed.

Her embarrassment-turned-rage index skyrocketed.

"Get out, get out! Hurry up and scram! Get out of my sight!"

She turned around, swinging the Spiked Club so hard it whistled through the air.

It was a signal to chase him away, but also a front to hide her flustered heart.

On this Ship No. 0819, only this tigress of a woman dared to speak to Chen Du like that.

Chen Du smiled, not minding at all.

He led the pack of hungry wolves down the ladder, which was covered in red rust.

Stepping onto the dock, his feet met a layer of sticky oil and mud.

When his soles lifted, the sludge stretched out in long threads.

It was like stepping into melted asphalt.

The scent of meat grew stronger.

Mixed with the stench of machine oil and aged blood, it was enough to make someone faint.

"Ugh..."

Lin Keke gagged, wishing she could shove her fingers, coated in wind oil essence, up her nostrils.

"Unbelievable! This smell is like cooking hotpot in a morgue with an asphalt base. Is the boss trying to murder us?"

She grabbed Chen Du's hem with one hand and poked around with her laundry pole spear with the other.

An Nuonuo was even more dramatic.

She practically hung off Chen Du's back, her two soft mounds squeezed into various shapes.

"Captain... is there really meat to eat in this place?"

The Little loli sniffled, her eyes brimming with tears. "Why do I feel like we are the takeout?"

"Shut up! Keep moving!" Chen Du ignored her and carried the Little loli further in.

Passing several stacked containers, the smell of raw lard grew even more pungent.

Remains were scattered on the ground.

Beside a broken half of a watermelon knife, there were not just bloodstains, but also several scratch marks that looked like they were left by a machine dragging something.

They varied in depth.

Mixed with scraps of cloth and bits of skin and flesh rubbed off some unlucky soul, the trail extended deep into the thick fog.

Clearly, business in this place was quite good.

The further they went, the thicker the fog became.

Visibility was less than five meters.

Their ears were filled with a dull roar, similar to the turning of large machinery.

Rumble, rumble... Suddenly.

The wall of grayish-white fog in front of them suddenly receded to both sides.

Their vision suddenly cleared.

Everyone stopped in their tracks at that moment, their collective CPUs overloading.

The bloody factory filled with meat hooks they had expected didn't appear.

What appeared before them was actually a vast, boundless grassland.

The setting sun hung on the horizon, dyeing the clouds a ghostly blood-red.

Half-thigh-high waves of grass rolled with the wind, making a rustling sound.

"Baa—"

A lazy bleat broke the dead silence.

On the grassy slope.

Over a hundred absurdly fat sheep were grazing with their heads down.

There were also several black-and-white patterned dairy cows lying on the ground chewing cud, looking as relaxed as if they were filming a milk commercial.

The intense visual contrast caused the spear in Lin Keke's hand to drop to the ground.

"Holy... The Prairie?"

She rubbed her eyes hard, smearing the wind oil essence all over her face.

"Did I cross over into the wrong show? Where's Pleasant Goat? Where's Big Big Wolf? Did they pay the licensing fees?"

"Meat!"

An Nuonuo didn't care about licensing or whether the art style was inconsistent.

On the retinas of this starving foodie, how were these sheep?

They were clearly walking skewers of mutton, braised lamb, whole roasted lamb, and cumin lamb chops!

Her saliva burst through the floodgates.

Drip, drip, it fell onto the lace collar of her maid outfit.

"So fat... so much oil..."

She pointed at the nearest sheep, her eyes gleaming. "Captain! I want that one! The one with the biggest butt! It must be roasted until golden brown!"

Chen Du didn't smile.

He stared at the sheep, his brow slightly furrowed.

Too fat.

The skin was stretched so thin it was almost transparent, and the blood vessels underneath could be seen pulsing.

Moreover, the way these sheep ate grass... was too damn mechanical.

One bite, two bites, head up, swallow.

Over and over again.

Even the frequency was exactly the same, like NPCs following a programmed setting.

"Don't rush."

Chen Du held back An Nuonuo, who wanted to pounce and eat it raw. "Let's test it first."

Before his voice could fade.

A sharp arrow flew straight for the flock!

The Recurve Bow in Xia Xin's hand was still vibrating slightly.

Pfft!

The arrow accurately pierced the neck of the "big-butt" sheep.

The sheep didn't even have time to bleat before it fell stiffly onto the grass.

A bright red liquid gushed out, staining half of the turf.

A strong, bloody scent exploded.

To people who hadn't had any protein for a whole week, this smell was the ultimate aphrodisiac, more effective than any perfume.

"That's mine!"

"Don't snatch it! I've claimed that leg!"

Lin Keke picked up her spear and rushed out, screaming.

Several brave girls also saw red, waving their kitchen knives and steel pipes as they lunged at the sheep like hungry wolves.

Intelligence?

In the face of calories and protein, it was worthless!

Chen Du stood still, playing with his limited edition Zippo.

Click.

A flame flared up and died, reflecting in his emotionless eyes.

He was looking at the surroundings. Just as the girls were cheering around the dead sheep, preparing to gut it.

A few figures emerged from behind the distant grassy slope.

Eight men in total.

All were young, looking like sports students from some physical education college.

Their clothes were torn into rags, their faces smeared with oil.

They held homemade iron spears and sharpened water pipes, looking quite fierce.

Every one of them was gaunt beyond recognition, with sunken eyes.

Right now, they were glowing with a faint green light—the look only someone starving to death would have.

They stared fixedly at the dead sheep, their Adam's apples bobbing frantically.

The sound of them swallowing saliva could be heard from far away.

"We spotted that first..."

The Crew Cut Man roared with a raspy voice, "That's my meat! Anyone who touches it dies!"

The lackeys behind him also bared their yellow teeth, putting on a desperate stance.

In this hellhole, a single bite of food could be traded for a life.

The girls were startled by the sudden roar, their movements pausing.

Lin Keke immediately spread her arms protectively, blocking the sheep's carcass.

Although her legs were trembling, her mouth remained tough: "By... by what right? Does this sheep have your ID number written on it?"

"We shot this dead with our own skills! You want some? Go catch one yourself!"

"Enough talk!"

The Crew Cut Man took a step forward, his face full of malice.

His eyes swept greedily over the girls. "Leave the meat! Otherwise, even you..."

Before he could finish.

His bloodshot eyes suddenly widened as if he had seen some unspeakable horror.

His gaze passed the girls and met a pair of emotionless golden pupils.

Chen Du stood in the afterglow of the setting sun.

One hand was in his pocket.

The other hand held the cigarette he hadn't lit.

He didn't make any exaggerated movements, but his shadow stretched long across the grass.

The shadow didn't fade with the light; instead, it was like a pot of boiling asphalt, twisting and climbing frantically on the ground.

It vaguely converged into the silhouette of a hideous monster with its mouth wide open.

"Otherwise, even we what?"

Chen Du chuckled, his tone light.

The black shadow at his feet suddenly surged!

It transformed into several sharp black spikes, instantly crossing dozens of meters to hover an inch before the Crew Cut Man's forehead.

It was so close that the man could feel the bone-chilling cold, and even his pores closed up in fear.

Gulp.

The Crew Cut Man forced the rest of his threat back down his throat.

His back was already soaked; it was a shudder born of instinct.

What kind of god is this?

Comes with his own special effects? Is this the pressure of a big shot?

He glanced at the dead sheep on the ground, and his survival instinct quickly overcame his appetite.

"No... nothing..."

The Crew Cut Man took a step back.

His legs went weak, and he almost tripped over a grass root.

"Sorry to bother you... please enjoy your meal, Big Brother... have a nice meal..." After speaking, he turned and kicked a drooling lackey next to him.

"What are you looking at! Let's go! Do you want to die? Looking for an early grave?"

Several of them scrambled away, disappearing behind the grassy slope.

They were so pathetic, they wished their parents had given them two more legs.

"Tch, cowards."

Lin Keke watched their retreating backs and perked up again.

She thudded her spear onto the ground.

"I told you I had Conqueror's Haki, didn't I? This is the aura of the strong! If he dared to take another step, I would have stabbed him to death!"

She turned back smugly, wanting to take credit.

But she found that Chen Du wasn't looking her way at all.

He had already walked to the dead sheep, squatted down, and pulled out the arrow.

At the wound, no mouth-watering muscle texture was revealed.

Underneath that thick, shiny layer of fat.

A layer of wriggling things was packed densely together.

They weren't maggots.

They were countless thumbnail-sized miniature mouths with tiny teeth!

They were frantically devouring the host's fat.

Rustle, rustle... Chen Du flicked his cigarette butt into the heap of wriggling mouths and watched them fight over it.

"This sheep..."

"Is indeed quite nourishing. The protein content is very high!"