Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

"What's so good about it?" Yun Suyan deliberately bent her legs and straightened her chest.

"So long, so big..."

"Pah, pah..."

Women, please don't disturb my resolve.

Qin Huaiyu spoke, but his eyes betrayed him, staring intently without blinking.

"What are you doing?"

Just then, a voice from the doorway broke the harmonious atmosphere at an inopportune moment.

Qin Huaiyu turned his head and looked around, instantly becoming clear-headed.

Yun Suyan also hurriedly pulled her legs back, while straightening her clothes.

"Yanxi is here."

She felt somewhat guilty.

The person who arrived was Chu Yanxi. She walked closer, her expression unfriendly.

"It seems I've arrived at the worst possible time!"

Sister Yun, you promised us to be sisters, what kind of sister are you?

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

Qin Huaiyu scratched his head awkwardly and said:

"We didn't do anything, it's just that Sister Yun hurt her back, and I got a squinty eye from the wind."

"Didn't I see your eyes were wide open just now?"

Chu Yanxi felt a little uncomfortable.

Men are all the same; I worked so hard to keep an eye on him while he was flirting.

It's just breasts, everyone has them, mine is too...

She looked down and instantly lost her temper.

"Really? Maybe you rubbed your eyes and they feel uncomfortable."

After Qin Huaiyu finished speaking in a serious tone, he quickly changed the subject, saying:

"Let's get down to business. How's it going?"

Yun Suyan was also a smart woman. Fearing that the atmosphere would become awkward again, she quickly replied:

"Wang Shi and his guards showed no signs of anything amiss. They went out and asked around for Fang Lie's whereabouts. They found this place and then split up to inquire."

"I have observed everything they did and asked during this period, and there were no problems with anything they did or asked."

As expected, Wang Shi and his group, while lacking in action, are not that bold.

Qin Huaiyu turned his head and said softly:

"Yanxi, how are you?"

Chu Yanxi's eyes were filled with resentment. How could she not know what the two were thinking? But it was already over, so she couldn't say anything more.

Otherwise, it would be rude and might even damage the relationship.

"Pu Liu did indeed go to check the mineral resources as you said as soon as he left, and I didn't see him slacking off at all, but..." she paused.

"But what?" Qin Huaiyu asked anxiously.

Chu Yanxi narrowed her bright eyes slightly and said:

"The first house he visited was the village chief's house, saying that he wanted the chief to set an example, and he spent the most time there."

Setting an example? This guy's doing something unnecessary!

Qin Huaiyu was puzzled and asked:

"Where does the village chief live?"

"The south side of the village is the furthest from us, so logically he should be the one closest. As for the so-called role model, it just feels like a wording."

What villager wouldn't be afraid of officials? Besides, wouldn't doing so expose their purpose and be detrimental to the investigation?

Is it dark under the lamp?

Qin Huaiyu pondered, from the tomb that suddenly appeared at the Shiming Village site, the ghost mask, to the initial encounter with the village chief, the sacrifice to the earth dragon, and the Kui King.

Today I heard the same thing again: the fortune teller's advice, and finally, the legal advisor...

Everyone seems to have a problem, but the clues don't connect them.

Moreover, the biggest problem is the lack of fundamental evidence.

"Why"

He sighed and said:

"The investigation in Langmu Village is basically complete. Now it seems that the biggest problem is Shiming Village. Only by finding it can I find the answers to all the questions."

"What, you know where it is?" Chu Yanxi asked hurriedly.

"unknown."

Qin Huaiyu shook his head and continued:

"But don't forget there's another road we haven't been on."

"road?"

Yun, her face bare, frowned. "What road?"

"Have you forgotten that Pu Liu just mentioned a damaged road?"

Qin Huaiyu turned to look at Mangdang and said:

"I went up the mountain last night, but there was no trace of that road in the Shiming Village ruins."

Chu Yanxi's eyes widened. "You mean...?"

Qin Huaiyu nodded. "The thick smoke obscures the view, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. For now, we can only try starting from the beginning; perhaps we'll find something there."

After hearing this, the two women looked at each other.

"That's the only way, but this matter must be kept secret to prevent unscrupulous people from causing trouble in secret again."

"Need not!"

Qin Huaiyu's expression turned cold. "If they really are up to something, then it will prove that we are on the right track."

"But wouldn't that increase the variables?" Yun Suyan said with some concern.

"Fortune favors the bold. If I can't even face the slightest uncertainty, why should I take this case?"

Qin Huaiyu looked down at him with disdain.

At this moment, he stood tall and straight, exuding confidence and fearlessness.

A sword concealed in its edge will surely be sharp enough to strike.

Yun Suyan looked at her younger brother and felt a surge of emotion.

She seemed to have forgotten that the real Qin Huaiyu was never afraid of hardship, and that his slender figure never bent over even in the darkness.

Little man, fine, whatever!

A smile spread across Chu Yanxi's fair and jade-like face.

As the sage said, even though the world is stained with darkness, there are still those who carry the fire and move forward.

You never disappoint, but you always make me reflect on myself.

Of course, Qin Huaiyu was unaware of what the two were thinking; he glanced at the sky.

"Let's go find our guide."

Forehead?

The two women were taken aback. "Director?"

"Hehe, you'll see when we get there!"

…………

Langmu Village

South corner, a relatively large courtyard.

The walls are made of blue bricks, the roof is covered with gray tiles, there are three steps of stone platform, the threshold is a little over an inch wide, and the vermilion gate is wide open.

All of this demonstrates the host's status.

Fortunately, there are no plaques in the mountain village, otherwise the name would probably have been on the beam long ago.

"Old Tian, ​​Old Tian."

A slightly shrill voice rang out.

An old woman wearing a black cloth headband and a hemp red robe, leaning on a cane, jogged into the courtyard.