Miss Cousin's eyes fell on Xu Shuo, and then she looked away with discomfort.

For some reason, when she was stared at by this person, she always felt a strange and sneering feeling - no wonder the female literary youth almost slid down the roof at that time, if she hadn't been held by her.

The two of them climbed up to the roof to watch the show before. After paying attention to the female literary youth's actions, Miss Cousin's attention was more focused on Wang Tiezhu.

Then she saw the village chief and Wang Tiezhu entering the yard. She thought about it and came over to watch the fun.

"I don't know who I was provoking, but I died first and my wife and son and myself. The generation of the Li family is the last one." The village chief who heard the inquiry said casually.

"It's so miserable." Miss cousin reached out to cover her mouth, looking exaggerated and surprised.

"Why are you here? Where are your uncles of the Wang family?" the village chief suddenly looked at her and asked back.

"I just came here to see what's going on. Uncle... I don't know where he is going." Miss Cousin stroked her hair hanging on her chest with both hands and looked down at the corpse on the ground.

"Don't you know? Did he ignore such a big deal in your Wang family last night?" The village chief frowned and his eyes were as sharp as a torch.

"Ah, because I didn't go to see what happened there, I didn't know." Miss Cousin's expression gradually became awkward.

"You don't care about the matter there, but what are you here to see?" the village chief asked again.

"There are so many uncles in charge of the Wang family, so it's useless for me to be by my side." Miss Cousin smiled awkwardly and politely.

The village chief looked at her angrily, and finally withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

Miss cousin's cold sweat had already slipped down. Seeing that he did not continue to be aggressive, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and began to regret why she had to come and join in the fun when she was idle.

Anyway, her mission has nothing to do with anything that happened in Guihua Village!

Xu Shuo was watching it funny.

This wave of confrontation, the village chief was completely abused.

The old village chief is actually quite capable. He knows progress and retreat, has courage and knowledge, and can also form cliques to sell benefits. He has no other problems except for taking advantage of words.

Xu Shuo looked at the current progress of the script from the perspective of attacking the third-level book, and the old village chief's score was at least second.

First of all, this person occupies the convenience of the role, knows much more information than other players, and also has the identity of the village chief of Guihua Village who called for a high school.

No matter what I think in my heart, at least the villagers still respect the village chief on the surface.

Why isn't such a good identity not his?

Oh, it seems that the village chief is an elderly grandfather in his seventies?

That's all right.

After Xu Shuo checked Lao Li's body, he did not find any remaining dark matter in this body, so he put down his body, got up and walked towards the osmanthus tree in the corner of the yard.

Osmanthus Village has a characteristic.

I don’t know when the tradition was passed down, but in short, there is a osmanthus tree in every household’s yard.

Even Wang Tiezhu, who moved to the back mountain to build a house alone, planted a tree in his yard.

Xu Shuo walked under the tree, searched left and right, and then looked at the village chief who was following him.

"What?" asked the village chief.

"Where is the hatchet I gave you yesterday?"

“…”

The village chief choked up and said, "I'm lost on the road."

In order to catch up with Wang Tiezhu last night, he definitely couldn't run with a crutch with his left hand and his right hand. He was on the mountain road in Qi District, so after running, he threw away the heavy hatchet halfway.

When Xu Shuo heard this, he just nodded.

The village chief looked at his expressionless face and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

Yes, the villagers used to talk about Wang Tiezhu's hatchet, and thought that Wang Tiezhu, who often hunted, would definitely be decisive when he cut people with a hatchet.

Now Wang Tiezhu's hatchet is gone. If it is found and taken away by someone with a will, it will be troublesome to use it to borrow a knife to kill people.

At this time, Xu Shuo turned around and walked into the side room on the left side of the main hall, and soon walked out with a hoe.

"You want to dig a tree?" the village chief asked as he looked at his behavior.

As a result, Xu Shuo walked out and handed him the hoe.

The village chief grabbed the hoe, was silent for a while, and waved to the Zhang family servant at the door, then handed the hoe to the man, and signaled him to go over the osmanthus tree.

Someone can use it, why not?

Last night, when the village chief peeked outside the yard wall, he also saw Lao Li seemingly doing something in the corner of the yard.

However, now, the mud under the osmanthus tree and even next to it is flat, and there is no trace of turning.

Therefore, in the morning, the villagers found that Lao Li died tragically and the body of his wife and children disappeared, and they had no idea that they might be buried in the yard.

"What are you looking for?" Miss Cousin couldn't help but come over after she recovered.

The female literary youth followed her, silent like a quail.

The village elder said angrily: "Of course, I am looking for the disappeared corpse. It is likely that it was chopped down by the murderer and buried in the ground. If you little girls can't stand it, don't join in the fun here, hurry up and go home!"

Miss Chou pulled the corner of her mouth, and her expression looked a little disgusted.

Even the quiet female literary youth looked at the village chief with some strange eyes. It was obvious that they had never seen the village chief's reliance on his seniority.

As the saying goes, one after another.

When he first entered the role, the village chief disliked this body very much, but when he was playing against other players, he would immediately enter the role, and it was quite comfortable!

I am the most respected person in the entire Guihua Village!

All the world is full of grandsons!

"ah--!"

At this moment, a panic scream from the other side of the osmanthus tree immediately interrupted the village chief's gradually expanding mind, which made him shocked.

Xu Shuo, who had been watching the servant, rushed over quickly and lifted the villagers' back leader to pull him away, but the next moment, Xu Shuo immediately took back his hand and leaned back.

The servant looked gloomy. When he was pulled over the back collar, his body twisted at a strange angle. He raised his hoe and chopped towards Xu Shuo!

After Xu Shuo dodged and avoided, he took back his hoe and slashed at his neck with lightning!

"Sher—"

Blood gushed out, splashing on the ground on a large scale, spreading on the roots of the osmanthus tree next to it, gradually blending with the soil.

If Xu Shuo hadn't retreated quickly enough, he would have been splashed all over.

The villager was extremely fierce and his entire neck was cut off by his huge force. Then his eyes fell to the ground without any attention, and blood flowed out like a broken dam.

The village chief's face suddenly changed, and he rushed to the gate of the courtyard: "Don't let someone come in after guarding!"

When several servants standing at the gate of the yard heard the scream, they subconsciously turned their heads inside and looked inside. When they saw the situation there, they were frightened and their faces turned pale.

They quickly withdrew their gaze, stood at the door tremblingly, blocking the scene in the yard with their bodies.

Seeing this, the female literary youth hurried over to check what was going on.

On the contrary, although Miss Cousin looked shocked, she still stood there and looked up cautiously without leaning over.

The village chief walked to Xu Shuo and frowned and looked at the state of the servant.

His expression was dull and unsightly, and his skin was pale. In just a while, the man who was originally strong and strong became skinny.

It's a bit like Old Li last night.

"What happened just now?" the village chief asked in a low voice.

"Here." Xu Shuo's chin signaled to the osmanthus tree.

There is a small hole dug under the osmanthus tree, with a pile of blood and black meat inside. At this time, it seems that it is still squirming and absorbing the blood flowing from the villagers. The masses of things are intertwined and entangled, looking particularly disgusting.

The village chief frowned: "Is the murderer the osmanthus tree?"

Xu Shuo turned to look at him: "..."

Xu Shuo felt that it was necessary to withdraw his previous evaluation of the village chief.

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Chapter completed!