When the portrait came to the place where the wolf meat was grilled before, it was found that broken bones were scattered all over the ground.

"I don't know which guy is so annoying."

The portrait frowned and complained dissatisfiedly.

He began to clean up the scattered garbage on the floor, cleaned it up and began to pick up dry firewood nearby and piled it up together.

A dazzling light of fire ignited the cold snow. The portrait brows slightly stretched out, took out the honey pot that had been traded with the big black bear from the storage ring and put it on it, cooked and cooked.

A trace of sweet fragrance spread, and movement came from the grass in the distance.

The big black bear, who was shaking his head, was quietly looking at him. When it saw the other party’s cooking, it was a little uninterested. It shook its body and turned around and walked into the hole.

"Puff"

The honeypot started to steam outwards. The portrait touched the shell with his hands, and felt a little hot, so he took it off.

Just as he opened the honeypot and was about to take out the spoon to taste it, he heard someone shouting in a low voice in the distance.

"I found him, come here quickly."

The portrait frowned and felt a little unhappy.

He wanted to leave with a honeypot in his arms. A group of villagers hurriedly followed him after seeing this scene, shouting: "Mu Yang, we have something to talk about with you, wait."

The portrait heard it and then took a step, but soon continued to take steps. He spoke, "If you have anything to do, it's not too late to say anything."

As soon as he finished speaking, he entered a state of awakening, holding the honey pot and running towards the distance.

"Oh," the exhausted villagers sighed and silently watched each other's back gradually leave.

"It's not that you're blaming you, why did you force Mu Yang? Otherwise, he would have been in the village and stayed safe?"

"Hmph, it seems that you have no responsibility at all. I don't believe you didn't watch the fun at the beginning."

"Okay, okay, listen to me, just say less."

"Hmph, you are pretending to be compassionate now, why didn't you come out to speak a fair word for Mu Yang?"

The villagers complained to each other, venting their dissatisfaction, and the scene was once chaotic.

After walking deep into the forest for a while, the portrait came to a large rock and sat down, and continued to enjoy the honey on his hands.

After drinking a spoonful of honey, he couldn't help but show an intoxicated expression on his face.

A few minutes later, the portrait burped with satisfaction and stood up and walked towards the villagers.

If he doesn't care about the lives of the villagers, he will not only lose a large amount of reward points, but also the more puppets made by zombies and ghouls will also be made.

For emotion and reason, portraits cannot be abandoned for the time being.

When the arguing villagers saw the portrait walking towards them, they smiled kindly again on their faces, and they asked the portrait with a passionate look on their faces.

"Mu Yang, are you full? Do you want to go to my house and make some for you?"

"Hmph, if you want to go, you will go to my house."

“I have bacon at home.”

“I use frozen fish at home.”

“My home has…”

"Okay, stop arguing." The portrait frowned, and their heads became big because of their quarrel. She couldn't help but show an expression of boredom and interrupted with a wave of her hand.

After hearing this, the villagers closed their mouths in a tacit understanding, bent down slightly, and lowered their heads.

"Let's go back to the village first."

The portrait glanced at them and made suggestions.

"Okay," Seeing that they nodded in agreement, the portrait took them back to the entrance of the village.

It was still snowing outside the village as usual, and the frozen ground became hard, making it easy to slip and fall and get injured.

The villagers supported each other and followed Momo behind the portrait, not causing trouble or quarrel.

"Are you back?"

When they came to the entrance of the village, the portrait found that the village chief always appeared here as usual.

"Well, after all, zombies and ghouls will always appear, but they can't escape wherever they hide."

The portrait explained to him expressionlessly, and then he smiled inexplicably at the village chief standing in front of him and asked, "Guardian, I wonder if you know anything about zombie ghouls?"

The village chief looked at him in surprise, and when he saw that the villagers' eyes were all gathered on him, he had to speak.

"I don't know much about the zombie ghoul. I only know that it was the Maoshan Sect master who passed by here before that sealed it here. However, the seal was no longer firm a few years ago, and it always wanted to take the opportunity to escape there."

The portrait stood aside, silently listening to the other party's past, and after he paused, he frowned and continued to ask.

"This is not right. The zombie ghoul is so strong that it should have weaknesses. Village chief, what are you afraid of? "

The portrait asked with a smile, squinted.

The village chief fell silent, his face constantly changing. He opened his mouth to speak but there was no sound.

Suddenly, his face turned pale, without any blood.

"No, save people!"

I noticed that the portrait was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, but I was still one step late.

The village chief, who was lying in the arms of the portrait, breathed weakly. He smiled and shook his head and explained, "Actually, I knew that there would be such a day. Alas, it was all my fault. If I had known it, I would not be humble. I was curious to move that Bodhisattva statue."

At the end of the village chief, his voice became smaller and smaller, and the portrait leaned his ears closer and heard it blurred.

"Bodhisattva... statue?" After the portrait was slightly stunned, it soon remembered that there was indeed a clay Buddha statue described by the village chief, which was in the ancestral temple.

There is really something wrong with the ancestral temple, and it was a little bit late at the beginning.

"I'm not in a hurry to mourn the village chief again. Everyone, come with me, or wait for the zombie ghoul to come out tonight and everyone will be finished."

The portrait who figured out everything turned around and shouted at the villagers who were crying and sad.

He led the villagers to the ancestral temple behind the village.

When the portrait entered the temple, I looked up and saw the clay Buddha statue on the altar.

He brought the villagers to it and moved the clay Buddha statue with his hands.

As soon as I bought it, the portrait noticed something was wrong. It was too heavy. Even if such a bunch of people picked it up, it felt a little difficult.

"Bang"

A villager could not bear it anymore, so he put down a corner. The statue of the clay Buddha that had lost its balance immediately fell to the ground. He heard a loud noise that was falling on the ground and was smashed into pieces.

"Hahahaha, I'm finally out."

The evil and depraved sound echoed in the air. After a fog of mud was blown away by the cold wind, everyone quickly saw the zombie ghoul standing in front of them.

"Hmph, if you hadn't deliberately broken this ghost thing, I would have to come out at night. Hahaha, you have died early."

The zombie ghoul said as he rushed towards the portrait in front of him.

"Bang"

When he noticed the right portrait, he immediately took out a double-edged giant sword from the storage ring. When the other party rushed towards him, he immediately raised the giant sword to block the attack. The sharp claws met the giant sword, and sparks splashed everywhere.
Chapter completed!