The portrait of her eyes became blank and raised her double-edged giant sword and slashed towards the puppet. With the experience of the last time, the battle was much easier.

"You defeated the humanoid puppet and received one hundred reward points."

"You have obtained the core of the zombie ghoul, absorbed, and received a thousand reward points, and a D-level side plot."

The three people standing next to them stood there in a daze. They just saw only a burst of swords and swords, and the portrait movements were also very blurry.

When the other party stopped, there were already a pile of corpses on the ground. Before a dark ball of light could float away from there, the portrait was firmly grasped by the palm of his hand.

The portrait frowned, and saw that the three people standing beside him did not move at all, and couldn't help but sigh.

He originally wanted to see if these three newcomers had any special skills, but it was a pity.

The remaining puppet saw that the situation was not good and wanted to take the opportunity to escape. After being discovered by the portrait, it chased it and took it off with a sword.

"Wife, I seem to hear something outside."

"Be careful."

The village chief who was sleeping at home suddenly opened his eyes. He smiled and explained to the middle-aged beautiful woman lying beside the pillow, ready to dress and get up.

The middle-aged beautiful woman woken up by him yawned, reminded her in a listless manner, turned her back and closed her eyes.

"Pata Pata"

The village chief took a flashlight and walked towards the backward ancestral hall of the village under the cold wind and snowflakes.

After cleaning up the portraits in front of the temple, they took them to the interior of the ancestral temple.

"What's the problem?" The portrait frowned and looked around.

He thought for a while, turned around and said to the three people standing not far beside him, "Tell me immediately when you find something special."

The four of them scattered and bent down to conduct a carpet-style inspection of the ancestral temple.

The village chief walking on the snow seemed to have sensed something, and his pace was a little faster than before.

"Hey, Mu Yang, I don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you bringing people here?"

Just as several people came to the statue of the clay Buddha and were about to reach out to move it away, they suddenly heard the voice of the village chief.

The portrait was shocked and quickly asked them to stop their movements and turn around and look at the entrance of the temple.

A few seconds later, the village chief slowly appeared in their sight, pointing at them with anger and scolding them.

"This is impossible. He hasn't arrived yet, so how can he know that we are here?"

Although the portrait was puzzled, she explained to him: "When we passed by here just now, we found a mouse stealing tribute, so we took people to search carefully."

"Have you found that mouse?" The village chief looked at him deeply and said with a smile.

"No," the portrait waved his hand helplessly and sighed.

"Then you don't have to look for it anymore. It's so cold outside, so let's go back quickly." The village chief said to them with a calm expression, and said he started walking to the side, making way for them.

"Oh, OK, village chief."

"Then you guys go back too."

The portrait smiled at him, nodded, and then said something to the three people standing beside him.

The village chief stood there and waited silently for them to leave. When they disappeared from his sight, an evil and angry voice came from behind him.

"Hurry and help me break the seal. I'm really fed up with such a frustrated and boring life."

"But you still have to keep waiting." The village chief reminded him indifferently.

"Yes, the two puppets at the door just now died. Don't forget, you have to bring three people here." The ribbon-shaped voice echoed in the village chief's ears, constantly reminding him.

"You can also find it yourself." The village chief reminded without fear.

"If I had a chance, I would." The voice became smaller and smaller and finally disappeared.

After standing there for a while, the village chief sighed helplessly. Somehow he got much older in an instant.

After the portrait opened the door and returned home, she found that the lights in the house were still on, while the old woman and the middle-aged man were already asleep in the next room.

A burst of thunderous snoring kept coming, and the portrait became a little upset. After returning to his room, he patiently took out his notebook to record what happened just now.

After doing all this, I went to bed and took off my clothes and went to bed.

The sound next door was really noisy. The portrait couldn't help but walk out of bed several times, opened the door to remind them, but she still held it back.

The portrait covered her head with the quilt, and it took me a long time to fall asleep.

Time soon came the next day, and this time the portrait was woken up by the old woman to have breakfast.

"Mu Yang, you have to go to bed early at night. You can't do this. Look at what you look like with two dark circles?"

At the dining table, the portrait was drinking porridge and peanuts, listening patiently to the old woman's nagging.

Although it was a little annoying, the other party really thought about himself.

"I know, but Dad, can you snore less at night? It's a big deal."

The portrait of the old woman after breakfast nodded to the old woman, indicating that she had listened to it, and then turned her finger to the middle-aged man who was getting up and going to watch TV.

"Hey, you guy, you're still in charge of your dad's business!" After hearing this, the middle-aged man slowed down and turned around and pointed his finger at the portrait's head and accused him.

The portrait of the other person pointed at the head frowned and his face turned gloomy, and he looked a little angry.

"Okay, okay, old man, please say less."

The careful and sensitive old woman noticed something was wrong, so she quickly got up and walked to the middle-aged man, pulled down his arm and said to him.

"And you, Mu Yang, you don't know that your father has been snoring for several years. I also told him a few times, but as he said that, he didn't have any effect at all, so he was too lazy to speak, so you just take more responsibility."

The portrait glanced at the old woman who explained patiently, and her face calmed down a little.

"Then I'll go out."

The portrait glanced at him and turned toward the door.

"You old man, the child has grown up, and you don't know how to let him go!"

Before the portrait could go far away, I heard the old woman's complaints coming from behind.

The portrait's face became a little weird. After rubbing his nose, he walked towards a remote corner of the village.

"Yeah, it's Mu Yang. You'll call Xiaolang when you're waiting for me."

When the portrait arrived at the place, I found that the middle-aged woman was cleaning housework in the house as usual.

After waiting patiently for a while, he saw Xiao Yan chewing a lollipop in his mouth walking from the room.
Chapter completed!