Miss Biao's eyes fell on Xu Shuo, and then she looked away uncomfortably.
She didn't know why, but she always felt a strange and creepy feeling when being stared at by this person - no wonder the female literary youth almost slipped off the roof at that time, if she hadn't held her up.
The two of them had climbed up to the roof to watch a show. After noticing the female literary youth's movements, Miss Cousin paid more attention to Wang Tiezhu.
Then she saw the village chief and Wang Tiezhu entering the yard. She thought about it and followed them to see the excitement.
"I don't know who provoked it. My wife and son died first, and then myself. This generation of Lao Li's family is considered to have no descendants." The village chief said casually after hearing the inquiry.
"It's so miserable." The cousin covered her mouth with her hand, with an exaggerated look on her face.
"What are you doing here? Where is your uncle Wang?" the village chief suddenly looked at her and asked.
"I just came here to take a look at the situation here. Uncle... I don't know where he went." Miss Cousin smoothed the hair hanging on her chest with both hands and looked down at the body on the ground.
"You don't know? Such a big thing happened to your Wang family last night, and he didn't care?" The village chief frowned, his eyes blazing.
"Ah, because I didn't go see what was going on over there, so I don't know." The cousin's expression gradually became awkward.
"You don't care about things over there, so why are you here to watch?" the village chief asked again.
"There are so many uncles in charge of the Wang family, so I'm of no use if I'm around." Miss Cousin smiled awkwardly but politely.
The village chief glanced at her angrily, and finally looked away without saying anything else.
The cousin was already sweating. Seeing that he did not continue to be aggressive, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was already regretting why she came to join in the fun when she had nothing to do.
Anyway, her mission has nothing to do with anything that happens in Osmanthus Village!
Xu Shuo looked at it funny.
In this confrontation, the village chief was completely abused.
The old village chief is actually quite capable. He knows how to advance and retreat, is courageous and knowledgeable, and can form gangs to sell benefits. Apart from his tendency to take advantage of others, he doesn't have any other problems for the time being.
Xu Shuo looked at the current progress of this script with the perspective of having cracked the third-level script. The old village chief's performance in this script was at least second.
First of all, this person has the advantage of being a character. He knows far more information than other players, and he also has a high-profile status as the head of Osmanthus Village.
No matter what they think in their hearts, at least the villagers still respect the village chief on the surface.
Why doesn't such a good identity belong to him?
Oh, it seems that the body of the village chief is that of an old man in his seventies?
That's okay.
After Xu Shuo checked Lao Li's body, he found no remaining dark matter in the body, so he put the body down, got up and walked towards the osmanthus tree in the corner of the yard.
Osmanthus Village has a special feature.
I don’t know when this tradition was passed down, but in short, every household has an osmanthus tree in the 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, looked around, and then looked at the village chief who was following him.
"What?" asked the village chief.
"Where's the hatchet I gave you yesterday?"
"..."
The village chief choked: "It's lost on the road."
In order to catch up with Wang Tiezhu last night, he definitely couldn't run with a crutch in his left hand and a hatchet in the right. Moreover, he was on a mountain road in a rugged area, so he accidentally lost the heavy hatchet halfway when he started running.
Xu Shuo just nodded after hearing this.
The village chief looked at his expressionless face and couldn't help feeling a little worried.
Also, the villagers had always complained about Wang Tiezhu's hatchet in the past, thinking that Wang Tiezhu, who often hunted, must have used the hatchet to chop people up with great force.
Now that Wang Tiezhu's hatchet has disappeared, if someone finds it and takes it away, it will be troublesome to borrow the knife to kill people.
At this time, Xu Shuo turned around and walked into the side room on the left side of the main room. After a while, he came out with a hoe.
"You want to dig a tree?" the village chief asked, looking at his behavior.
As a result, Xu Shuo handed him the hoe after he came out.
The village chief grabbed the hoe and after a moment of silence, he waved to the Zhang family's servant at the door. Then he handed the hoe to the man and motioned for him to dig up the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
If someone can use it, why not?
When the village chief peeked outside the courtyard wall last night, he also saw what Lao Li seemed to be doing in the corner of the courtyard.
However, now, the muddy ground under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and even beside it is flat and there is no sign of any disturbance at all.
Therefore, when the villagers discovered that Lao Li had died tragically in the morning and the bodies of his wife and children were missing, they never thought that they might be buried in the yard.
"What are you looking for?" After the cousin calmed down, she couldn't help but come closer.
The female literary youth followed her, as silent as a quail.
The village elder said angrily: "Of course we are looking for the disappeared body. It was probably chopped into pieces by the murderer and buried in the ground. If you girls can't stand it, stop joining in the fun here and go home quickly!"
The cousin twitched the corner of her mouth, her expression looking a little disgusting.
Even the quiet female literary youth looked at the village chief with a strange look. Apparently they had not seen the village chief's behavior of relying on his elders and selling off his elders.
As the saying goes, once is raw, twice is ripe.
When he first entered the character and when he was acting, the village chief disliked this body. However, when playing against other players, he immediately entered the character again and felt quite comfortable!
I am the most virtuous and respected person in the entire Osmanthus Village!
Everyone in the world is a grandson!
"ah--!"
At this moment, there was a sudden panic scream from the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, which immediately interrupted the village chief's gradually growing mentality and shocked him.
Xu Shuo, who had been watching the servant, quickly rushed over, picked up the villager's collar and pulled him away, but the next moment Xu Shuo immediately retracted his hand and took a step back.
The servant looked gloomy. When he was pulled by the collar, his body was twisted at a weird angle. He raised his hoe and slashed at Xu Shuo!
After Xu Shuo dodged to avoid it, he retracted his hoe and chopped at his own neck with the force of lightning!
"呲——"
The blood surged out, splashing on the ground in a large area, spreading on the roots of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree nearby, and gradually blending with the soil.
If Xu Shuo hadn't retreated quickly enough, he would have been splashed all over.
The villager's attack was extremely ruthless, and his whole neck was cut in half by his huge strength. Then he fell to the ground with his eyes blank, and blood gurgled out of the wound like a dam.
The village chief's expression suddenly changed, and he shouted at the door of the courtyard: "Keep your guard and don't let anyone in!"
When several servants standing at the entrance of the courtyard heard the screams, they subconsciously turned their heads and glanced inside. When they saw the situation there, they turned pale with fright.
They quickly averted their eyes and stood at the door shivering, blocking the scene in the yard with their bodies.
Seeing this, the female literary youth hurried over to see what was going on.
On the contrary, although the cousin looked shocked, she still stood there and stared, cautiously not leaning over.
The village chief walked up to Xu Shuo and frowned as he looked at the servant's condition.
His expression was dull and lifeless, and his complexion was pale. However, after a while, the originally strong and healthy man became skinny and skinny.
It looks a bit like Lao Li last night.
"What just happened?" the village chief asked in a low voice.
"Here." Xu Shuo gestured to the osmanthus tree with his chin.
There was a small pit dug under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. Inside was a pile of bloody and black pieces of meat, which seemed to be still squirming and absorbing the blood of the villagers. The lumps were intertwined and intertwined, making it look particularly disgusting.
The village chief frowned: "Could it be that the murderer is the sweet-scented osmanthus tree?"
Xu Shuo turned to look at him: "..."
Xu Shuo felt that he needed to take back his previous evaluation of the village chief.