There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 552

Miss Biao's eyes fell on Xu Shuo, and then she looked away uncomfortably.

For some reason, when she was stared at by this person, she always had a weird feeling of creepiness—no wonder the female Wenqing almost slipped off the roof at that time, if she hadn't held her up.

The two climbed up to the roof to watch a play, and after noticing the movements of the female Wenqing, Miss Biao focused a little more on Wang Tiezhu.

Then she saw the village head and Wang Tiezhu entering the yard, she thought about it, and followed to see the excitement.

"I don't know who offended him. His wife and son died first, and then himself. This generation of Lao Li's family is considered to be the last generation." The village head who heard the question said casually.

"It's so miserable." Miss Biao stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, with exaggerated surprise on her face.

"What are you doing here? Where's your Uncle Wang?" The village head suddenly looked at her and asked.

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

"You don't know? Didn't he care about what happened to the Wang family last night?" The village chief frowned, his eyes burning.

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

"You don't care about things over there, but why come here to see?" the village head asked again.

"The Wang family... there are so many uncles in charge, it's useless for me to be around." Miss Biao smiled awkwardly but politely.

The village chief glanced at you angrily, and finally withdrew his gaze before saying anything else.

And the elder sister was already sweating, seeing whether I continued to be aggressive, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, regretting that she came here to join in the silence before it was over.

Anyway, your mission has nothing to do with anything that happened in Osmanthus Village!
Wen Qing looked funny from the side.

That wave of confrontation, the village chief is completely abused.

In fact, the old village head is not very capable. He knows how to retreat and advance, he has no courage and no knowledge.

Wen Qing looked at the progress of the script from the perspective of having beaten the eight-level book, and the old village chief's grades could rank seventh at most out of it.

First of all, that person takes advantage of the role, knows far less information than other players, and also has the identity of the village head of Osmanthus Village.

Regardless of what's going on in your heart, at least the villagers still respect the village head on the surface.

Why is such a good identity mine?

Oh, it seems that the body of the village head is a ten-year-old grandfather?
There is something wrong.

Before Wen Qing checked Lao Li's body, he found some white and dark matter remaining outside the body, so he put the body on, got up and walked towards the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the corner of the yard.

Osmanthus Village has no one characteristic.

I do not know when the tradition was passed down. In short, there is no sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the yard of every household.

Even Fan Qingxiao, who moved to Qianshan alone to build a house, planted a tree outside his yard.

Wen Qing walked to the bottom of the tree, searched left and right, and then looked at the village chief who followed.

"What?" asked the village chief.

"Where's the hatchet you gave him yesterday?"

"..."

The village head choked up: "I lost my way."

In order to chase down Wang Tiezhu last night, I must be able to run with my right hand and left hand with a hatchet, and it was on a flat mountain road, so I dropped the light hatchet halfway before running.

Wen Qing heard the words and just nodded.

The village chief couldn't help feeling a little worried when he saw my expression on my face.

That's right, after that, the villagers always used Fan Qingxiao's hatchet to talk about things, thinking that Wang Tiezhu, who often hunts, must be vigorous and resolute in chopping people up with a hatchet.

Now that Wang Tiezhu's hatchet is found, if someone finds it and takes it away, it will be troublesome to use it to kill people with a borrowed knife.

At that time, Fan Qing turned around and retreated to the side room on the right side of the hall, and walked out with a hoe after a while.

"He wants to dig a tree?" The village chief asked after watching my behavior.

As a result, Wen Qing handed me the hoe before he walked out.

The village chief grabbed the hoe, and after a moment of silence, he beckoned to the servant of the Zhang family at the door, then handed the hoe to the man, and motioned for me to turn over the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

No one can use it, why use it?

Last night when the village head was peeking inside the courtyard wall, he also saw what Lao Li seemed to be doing outside the corner of the courtyard.

But now, the mud on the bottom of the osmanthus tree and even beside it is uneven, and there is no trace of turning over at all.

Because of this, when the villagers discovered Lao Li's tragic death in the morning and the bodies of my wife and children, they never thought that they might be buried outside the yard.

"What are they looking for?" Biao elder sister couldn't help but come over before she lost her temper.

The male Xu Shuo followed you, silent like a quail.

The village chief said angrily: "Of course we are looking for the disappeared corpses, which were probably buried outside the ground before they were chopped up by the murderer. If their big girl's family suffers, then don't sit there in silence, go home quickly! "

Biao eldest sister pulled the corners of her lips, her expression looked disgusting.

Even Xu Shuo, a quiet man, looked at the village chief with some strange eyes. Obviously, have you all seen the village chief's prostitution.

As the saying goes, once born, seven times cooked.

When I first retreated into the role, and when I acted, the village head hated that body very much, but when playing with other players, I would immediately retreat into the role again, and I was quite comfortable!
You are the most respected person in Osmanthus Village!

All over the world are grandchildren!

"what--!"

At that moment, there was a sudden scream of panic from the osmanthus tree, which immediately interrupted the village head's gradually inflated psychology, and I was shocked.

Wen Qing, who had been watching the servant, rushed over quickly, lifted the villager's collar and pulled me away, but Wen Qing immediately withdrew his hand at the last moment, and took a step forward.

The servant looked bright, and when he was pulled by the front collar, his body was twisted at a strange angle, and he raised his hoe and chopped at Fan Qing!
And before Wen Qing dodged to dodge, I retracted the hoe with the force of lightning and slashed at my neck!
"呲-"

The blood surged out, spattered on the ground in a small area, spread under the roots of the osmanthus tree next to it, and gradually blended with the soil.

If Wen Qing had been slow enough, I would have been splashed all over.

The villager struck so hard that half of his neck was cut off by my enormous strength, and then he fell to the ground with eyes full of energy, and the blood flowed out of the wound like a bank.

The village head's face changed suddenly, and he rushed to the gate of the courtyard and shouted: "Keep it safe and don't let people back!"

When the servants standing at the gate of the courtyard heard the screams, they consciously turned their heads and took a look outside. Before seeing the situation here, their faces were pale with fright.

We quickly looked away, stood at the door trembling, blocking the scene outside the yard with our bodies.

Seeing this, the male Xu Shuo hurried over to check what was going on.

On the contrary, although the eldest sister Biao was shocked, she still stood there and looked forward, cautiously leaning over.

The village head walked up to Wen Qing, frowning and looking at the servant's condition.

His expression was dull and energetic, and his complexion was pale. After a while, the young man who was originally frail and strong became emaciated.

It was nothing like the old Li from last night.

"What happened just now?" the village chief asked loudly.

"Here." Fan Qing gestured to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

There was a large pit dug out on the bottom of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and outside was a pile of bloody and white flesh, which seemed to be still wriggling and absorbing the blood of the villagers, and the clumps of things were intertwined, which looked disgusting.

The village chief frowned: "Could it be the osmanthus tree who killed it?"

Wen Qing turned to look at me: "..."

Wen Qing felt that there was no need for him to take back his evaluation of the village chief.

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(End of this chapter)