The two fat pigs in the pen were frightened and rushed out, screaming. Their fat bodies hit the courtyard wall with a dull sound, and then they plunged into the darkness and ran deep into the village.
After doing all this, Zhao Wei clapped his hands and smiled at the God of War beside him: "Now they have something to do, we can just wait and watch the fun."
The God of War wagged his tail, seemingly excited for the coming chaos.
They had only taken a few steps when they heard the villagers' exclamations behind them.
"My chickens! My chickens ran away! Help me catch them..."
A villager's voice was sharp and shrill, and he had obviously noticed something strange in the chicken coop.
Then there was another roar: "Ahhh... Who let my cow run away? Damn it, the cow is gone..."
And the man cried, "My pig! That was the boar that was supposed to be handed in! It's gone. I don't know where it went. What shall I do?"
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The entire Lijiaao was like a pond into which a stone had been thrown; it instantly exploded.
The villagers ran out of their houses, some chasing chickens, some driving pigs, and some shouting and yelling behind them, making the place a mess.
In the dark night, all kinds of animals were seen running around in the alleys, and the villagers were running around, stumbling, looking very embarrassed.
Zhao Wei and the God of War had already walked far away. All they could hear was the growing noise behind them, mixed with the neighing of livestock and the cursing of villagers, like a grand farce.
These animals are important assets of Lijiaao, especially the boar that has to be handed over. If it is lost, it will be a big deal.
Now, they probably no longer have the energy to think about blocking the canals and spreading lime.
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