"It's not the time yet, I can't take action."

After hearing what the portrait said, the village chief's face darkened and he quickly suppressed the impulse that surged in his heart.

"What a pity," When the portrait saw the village chief smile again, he knew that he had lost the opportunity.

"Okay, let's ask the village chief to lead the way."

The portrait glanced at the wolves behind him, and could not attack them before confirming whether the village chief was an enemy or a friend, otherwise he would be attacked from both sides.

"Of course, come with me."

The village chief smiled and nodded, walked in front of them, portrait and Shu Ning looked at each other, and followed silently and left the cave.

The three of them walked in the snow-covered snow in the cold wind. Slowly, the entrance of the village was getting closer and closer to them.

"Shuning, then I'm back, you have to be careful."

The portrait glanced at him and reminded him.

He secretly put a note in Shu Ning's hand and wrote a line of words on it: If there is any situation, you must contact me in advance.

"Sure," Shu Ning looked at the words on the note and nodded heavily at him.

The village chief walking in front did not stop for much and walked directly to the ancestral temple behind the village.

After saying goodbye to the portrait, Shu Ning returned home, suddenly felt that the inside and the house was very quiet. He noticed something was wrong and quickly opened the door and ran outside.

"Dad, why don't you say anything when you stand outside the door?"

When Shuning opened the door, she found the old man with a crutch standing there expressionlessly.

"Bang"

The old man waved the crutch in his hand and hit Shuning directly on the head. He heard a loud noise, and Shuning was knocked unconscious.

Zhao Tiezhu, hiding in a corner, hurried out and the two hugged him and walked towards the ancestral temple.

When the portrait returned to the door of the house, for some reason, I always couldn't calm down, but I couldn't find the reason.

When he heard the cold and majestic warning from the Lord God in his mind, he finally understood the reason.

"Zhongzhou team Zhang Heng died, and all members of Zhongzhou team will be deducted for 100 reward points."

"It must be something wrong with Shuning."

The portrait frowned. He had just returned home and turned around and walked towards the doorstep of the Shuning family.

When the portrait came to Shuning's house, he found that the door was hidden and there was no one in the room.

Even the old man who was crutched before was gone.

Could it be...

There was a guess in his mind that if the old man who was crutched before was Zheng Zha and Shu Ning was Zhang Heng?

Zheng Zha who died for some unknown reason, and Zhang Heng who died soon afterwards.

But who is the murderer?

A figure appeared in his mind - the village chief.

Only the village chief who keeps appearing in front of him, and only who knows his time and itinerary can he have this opportunity and wait for an opportunity to act.

Since there was a person who doubted him, the portrait with the door closed immediately ran to the ancestral hall.

“Five.”

There was a black shadow murmuring in the ancestral hall of the ancestors, and five dark balls of light floated above his head.

And at his feet, there were three corpses without life characteristics.

"Forget it, you still need to continue to act. Don't forget to bring the living people here if you have the chance."

The village chief with a gloomy face looked down at the three corpses at his feet, and manipulated the light ball into their bodies.

As if they were supported by motivation, they stood up from the ground and responded.

"I understand, village chief."

After the portrait came to the ancestral temple, he met the village chief as he wished.

"Is there anything wrong?" The village chief who felt someone at the door turned around and looked at the other party, with a smile on his face and asked.

"Where did Shuning and his father? Where did you go?"

The portrait didn't talk nonsense to him and asked directly.

"How did I know, I've been here just now."

The village chief looked innocent and showed a puzzled expression on his face.

"You must have hid them."

The portrait frowned and pointed at him and scolded him.

"Hey, Mu Yang, you are also a cultural person. You should know that if you suspect others want to come up with evidence, then what about your evidence?"

The village chief smiled helplessly and slowly shook his head, feeling that the other party was too young.

"Okay, you want evidence, right? I will definitely catch your handle."

After thinking hard, the portrait did not find any suspicious points on the other party. Except for the village chief who appeared too coincidental every time he appeared, no clues were left in other places.

He had no choice but to say a few harsh words to the village chief and turn around and leave.

The village chief looked at the portrait of leaving deeply, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Wait, Mu Yang, I'll go over to clean up you in the evening."

The portrait, who was worried, did not return home and walked directly to the village chief's house. He planned to find Zhao Gensheng, who was suspected of Xue Yang.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm here to find Zhao Gensheng."

After the portrait came to the village chief's house, when he said this to the middle-aged beautiful woman who was cleaning housework, he was prompted by the main god to deduct 100 reward points because of the reason why he did not match the role.

Because Zhao Gensheng is an otaku, he never goes out without going out, let alone know any friends, the appearance of the portrait triggered a bug.

But it doesn't matter. The anxious portrait no longer feels sorry for the hundred reward points.

"Oh, wait." The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at him. Although she felt a little strange, she turned around and called Zhao Gensheng upstairs.

"Son, Mu Yang is here to find you."

When Zhao Gensheng, who was sitting upstairs reading a book, heard his mother's voice, he immediately put down the book in his hand and looked out of the window on the second floor.

"Oh, come now."

Then, the portrait heard the sound of "ding ding dong dong" stepping on the stairs, thinking that the other party should be going downstairs.

"Mu Yang, is there anything you have to do with me?"

As soon as the two met, Zhao Gensheng pushed his glasses and asked lightly.

"Ahem, let's go upstairs to chat."

The portrait pretended to cough a few times, feeling that this was not the place to speak, so she hurriedly pulled him to the second floor.

"Do you have paper and pen here?"

Suddenly, the portrait opened his mouth and asked.

"Yes, you can wait a moment." Zhao Gensheng was slightly stunned and nodded at him.

After sitting in a chair for a while, the portrait saw Zhao Gensheng who found paper and pen from his room drawer.

The portrait did not continue to speak, and directly took the paper and pen and wrote a line of words on it.

"Are you Xue Yang?"

After the portrait handed the paper to the other party, the eyes of looking at it were a little more anticipated.

Zhao Gensheng didn't say anything, and raised his lips and nodded at him.

"Too..." The portrait almost spoke excitedly, but she still held back.

Xue Yang looked at his aggrieved look with a smile, and continued to write on it: "The village chief's daughter is Ji Lan."

The portrait frowned and seemed to have thought of something. She took the paper and pen from Xue Yang and quickly recorded what she had encountered in the past two days.
Chapter completed!