After writing the portrait, he handed the paper and pen to Xue Yang. He looked at the lines of dense words on his hands and began to analyze them patiently.

"I also think there is something wrong with the village chief. He often doesn't go home and wanders around outside, so he occasionally comes back for a meal, and no one will be seen after the meal."

Xue Yang held the pen with a calm face and wrote on another piece of white paper, "I guess it was the main god who deliberately let me play the role of Zhao Gensheng as an otaku in order to increase the difficulty. We can't go out to help, so you need to be careful by yourself and remember not to be reckless in doing things."

The portrait looked at Xue Yang and nodded. When he took the paper and pen, he suddenly heard a conversation coming from downstairs.

"Dad, are you back?" Ji Lan, who was standing at the entrance of the stairs, looked at the village chief who was changing his shoes, and said with a happy smile.

"Well, come back and rest for a while." The village chief smiled and nodded at her.

"Husband, keep your movements quiet, there are guests upstairs."

The middle-aged beautiful woman walked past him with hot tea, feeling that the other party was a little moved, and couldn't help but speak out to remind him.

"Oh, are there customers at home? Wife, who is it?" the village chief asked with a curious look.

"He seems to be calling Mu Yang. He came to our house last time, and you should know him."

The middle-aged beautiful woman thought for a while and replied.

"Mu Yang? Well, I know him, of course I know him."

After hearing this name, the village chief's smile stiffened and he nodded to her.

"He should be still on it?"

The village chief suddenly asked. After being confirmed by the middle-aged beauty, he took the hot tea from her and said with a smile: "Wife, thank you for your hard work, I'd better send it there."

The village chief stepped on the stairs and came to the room on the second floor. He looked around and soon discovered the location of the portrait.

"It's really Mu Yang. Why did you come to visit our Gensheng today if you have time?"

The village chief looked at the two people who were studying, and smiled in his eyes.

"Oh, today..."

"I asked Mu Yang to play."

Before the portrait could answer, Xue Yang, who was standing beside him, suddenly spoke.

He soon received a warning from the Lord God and learned that he was deducted 100 reward points for his behavior that did not match his role.

"That's how..."

"Then you guys have fun, call me if you need it."

The village chief, who was expecting, was stunned at first. Seeing that his son had said this, it was not easy to question the portrait anymore. After a few gentle reminders, he came to the two of them and put down the hot tea, and turned around and left.

"Huh," the portrait looked at the village chief who turned slowly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the other party disappeared from his sight.

Just as the portrait picked up the hot tea in his hand, a sound suddenly came from outside the house.

"Dad, my mother asked me to come and deliver clothes to you. Why are you standing here? Let me find it easy."

Ji Lan, holding her clothes, looked around. When she saw the village chief hiding behind the door and eavesdropping, she instantly showed a puzzled expression, with a slight complaint in her tone.

The two people in the room were shocked and looked at each other, and did not dare to make any more small moves.

"Oh, I felt a little pain in my waist just now, so I was doing exercise. Thank you, daughter."

The village chief smiled and perfectly concealed the past.

She took the clothes from her hand and put them on her. Only with a "click" sound, the portrait walked out of the room.

"Mu Yang, don't you play for a while?"

The village chief pretended to want to keep the other person. When he saw the portrait, he shook his head and continued, "Then come and play next time I have time."

"Well, goodbye to the village chief."

"goodbye."

After the portrait greeted him, he looked at Ji Lan standing beside him with a look of gratitude in his eyes.

After the portrait was finished, they passed by two people quickly, and went down the stairs and headed towards their home.

The village chief looked at Ji Lan and reminded with a smile: "Daughter, it's better to go back to the house. It's cold outside, so don't catch a cold."

"Well, so is Dad." After Ji Lan said hello to him, she turned around and walked towards her bedroom.

The village chief looked deeply at the portrait's back and didn't know what he was thinking.

The wind outside the house was cold and the biting snowflakes fell on the portrait, making him tremble.

When he returned home, he found the old woman making dinner on the stove, while the middle-aged man was still watching TV in his room as usual.

"Yeah, is Mu Yang back?"

The old woman was cooking and felt someone walking past her, and couldn't help but look up, and smiled and said to him when she saw that it was a portrait.

"Yeah, I'm back." Portrait nodded at her.

"Since you're back, don't go out again. It's cold outside and the meal is about to be cooked."

The old woman glanced at him and reminded him.

"I know, mom." The portrait waved at him and walked towards his room.

"Hey, the old couple think that I am a verbose woman. Humph, I don't think about who is washing and cooking for you and serving these second masters all day long."

Although the old woman complained so much, her work did not stop.

After returning to his room, the portrait took out the diary in the drawer and opened the latest page, recording what had just happened.

After a while, the old woman spoke up to remind them that it was time for dinner.

The middle-aged man who heard the noise turned off the TV and walked out of the room.

After the portrait put the diary and came outside the door, he instantly felt appetite when he saw the sausages, pickles and peanuts cut into slices on the plate on the table.

It's still easy to digest when drinking porridge at night.

After the three of them finished their meal, the old woman was still washing dishes with dirty dishes as usual.

The portrait decided to go out to Shuning's house to see it, and maybe we could find something new.

After he greeted the old woman, he walked towards Shuning's house under the cold wind and snowflakes.

“Hao till”

The portrait slapped the door of their house, but he hadn't heard any movement inside the house for a long time.

"Isn't anyone at home?" Xie Xiang thought of this in her heart. Just as he turned around and left, she found that Shu Ning and his son were standing behind him at some point.

They were pale and stiff all over, standing like a living dead.

"What the hell?" The portrait frowned. When he saw the other party rushing towards him, he hurriedly avoided the side.

When he turned around, he actually found that the snow-white ground that the other party touched turned into a light black spot-like substance.

The portrait did not dare to be careless at all, and quickly took out a double-edged giant sword from his storage ring, and his eyes were blank.

Shu Ning and his son looked at him, and showed a panic-fearing expression, and quickly spread out and ran in one direction.

"The Central China team portrait has been detected using its own abilities and weapons, and its reward points will be deducted."

When the portrait heard the cold and majestic warning from the Lord God in his mind, his frown and swung his sword faster.
Chapter completed!