In the tea house on the second floor, everyone looked at Xiao Feng in disbelief.
Except for the young man's painful howls and the sound of his stomping feet, there was no other noise.
Even Pei Dengke, who was sitting next to Xiao Feng, was dumbfounded. He never imagined that the so-called "teaching" would be so simple, crude, and reckless!
However, Xiao Feng, who was the center of attention, remained unfazed and asked, "Is there a slaughterhouse nearby?"
"A sl, slaughterhouse..." Pei Dengke was taken aback, not understanding why Xiao Feng suddenly asked this, but answered honestly, "As far as I know, there isn't a slaughterhouse nearby.
And according to regulations, it seems that slaughterhouses aren't allowed to be built, either."
Xiao Feng frowned, "No? That's strange.
If there's no slaughterhouse, then how did I just hear the sound of a dog or pig being killed?
The cries were miserable, didn't you hear them?"
