"Someone was looking at your memory just now, and I have locked him up."

The evil and sarcastic voice echoed in the village chief's mind. After his eyes were stunned for a while, he returned to clearness.

Xiao Yan, who was standing opposite, suddenly turned pale and bloodless.

His body was trembling and he almost couldn't hold on to fall down.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the portrait hurriedly stepped forward to support it, and Xiao Yan, who was lying in his arms, shook his head.

"The village chief must have a problem, but what is the key? The ancestral hall must be found to figure it out, otherwise it will be too passive."

The portrait thought to herself and began to think about countermeasures.

"Oh, Xiaolang is okay, why are you going out with these people? Your mother is so anxious at home. She met me when she went out just now. Now she is looking for you everywhere."

The village chief showed a concerned smile on his face. When he raised his hand and wanted to go forward to touch his hair, he was stopped by the portrait standing beside him.

The village chief's smile gradually solidified, and he turned around with a gloomy look and walked towards the direction of the ancestral temple.

"It's getting late, so you can go home for dinner quickly, don't run around anymore. In addition, Xiaolang should not make your mother too worried. She is the only one of you, a baby son. What if... something happens?"

The village chief said that he deliberately paused for a few seconds at the end, and the few people heard the threatening scent in the other party's tone.

The portrait looked at the new people standing beside them and saw that they wanted to leave and wanted to go back to rest, so they did not force them.

When he took Xiao Yan to a middle-aged woman's house to apologize, the other party drove him out with a broom and pointed at him and scolded him: "Mu Yang, I think you are still a college student. Do you still understand the law? The guardian did not agree to take other people's children away. This is a child trafficking act. Get out and don't come to Xiaolang next time."

"Puchi."

The portrait narrowed his eyes. He was so angry that he was so angry that he could not bear this. He took out a double-edged giant sword and killed the middle-aged woman, cutting her into two pieces in half.

"ah!!!"

After hearing his wife's screams, the middle-aged man hurriedly ran out of the house and cried loudly after seeing his wife's miserable scenes: "Help, Mu Yang, he has killed someone, come!"

Mu Yang frowned and felt a little bored. Just when he wanted to raise the double-edged giant sword, he was stopped by Xiao Yan, who was standing aside.

"Get out!"

The portrait glared at him and pushed him away with force. He heard a "puke" sound, and the middle-aged man whispered and fell into a pool of blood.

The miserable shouts of the middle-aged man alarmed the neighbors nearby and walked out of the house, holding daily furniture in his hands and walking towards the sound.

"What's wrong with me?" The portrait was slightly stunned, and he was a little confused when he saw the two corpses in front of him.

Xiao Yan, who was lying on the ground, looked at him like a stranger, which made the portrait feel very strange.

"Hahaha, this trick is amazing."

The two of them did not notice. The village chief who had left was hiding in the corner of the wall and watching the scene silently from beginning to end. A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, don't you feel sorry for those two life essences? Can't you break the seal faster with those?"

There were two voices arguing with each other in the village chief’s mind, and another evil and depraved voice rang out.

"Forget it, only by letting these villagers fall into chaos and stop being united can I take advantage of the situation. One or two life essences are not important."

"Mu Yang, you actually killed someone! Come, fellow villagers, let's catch him and meet the village chief."

A middle-aged strong man was holding a shoulder pole in his hand. After seeing the situation clearly, he turned around and shouted to the villagers standing not far away.

The portrait frowned and felt that things were getting in trouble.

He did not surrender obediently, looked at the direction of the village entrance and ran away.

"Don't let this murderer run away, the villagers chase him!"

The middle-aged strong man holding a shoulder pole continued to cheer.

A crowd of people followed the portrait with furniture. The scene was very chaotic and mixed with the villagers who were confused about the situation and came out to watch the fun.

The portrait was forced to come to the depths of the forest. After chasing for a while, the panting villagers looked at the snowy snow and snow. In desperation, they had to stop and turn around and walk towards their homes for a long time.

Of course the matter was not over. The portrait murder was quickly spread among the villagers, and the village chief, who looked hypocritical, directly wanted the portrait.

"Anyone who finds information about Mu Yang can get a lot of money from him."

The old woman cooking at home almost fainted on the spot when she learned the news. Fortunately, the middle-aged man was quick-eyed and almost supported her.

"How is it possible? How could Mu Yang do such a thing? I don't believe it, I don't believe it. It must be you who lied to me. He has been a good child since he was a child!"

The old woman who woke up in bed was heartbroken and cried and shed tears, unable to believe this fact.

"Gugu"

After the portrait came to the depths of the forest, he found that the place was too desolate. He couldn't find any food at all, and his stomach shouted and kept reminding him.

In desperation, he had to come to the White Wolf King before, and found a dry place to set fire to roast them.

After a lot of effort, the portrait tore off their fur and threw it on the ground, put the exposed flesh and blood on the wooden stick, and then set a fire under the wooden stick and began to wait patiently for the food to be roasted.

The portrait of some fatigue was supported by his hands on his chest and slowly closed his eyes.

Not long after, he was attracted by a scent and couldn't help but open his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the wolf meat that had been placed on the wooden stick was already steaming, and it seemed that it was ripe.

Just as the portrait picked up the food and prepared to eat, a figure appeared behind him.

A trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, and he turned around toward the moment he rushed to the side. When the portrait was about to take out the double-edged giant sword from the storage ring, he saw an unexpected scene.

It was a big black bear drooling. It was a dazed look that it had just crawled out of the hole after smelling the smell.

Seeing that it looked hungry and walked forward without actively attacking itself, the portrait put back the weapon in its hand, but still stared at it.

The big black bear looked at him, put aside his thoughts of forcing him to force him to rob, slowly turned around and walked towards his hole, and when it appeared again, a jar of honey appeared on his hand.

It shook the honey in its hand, and pointed to the wolf meat gnawed in its portrait's mouth, trying to express its meaning.

"Oh, you want to exchange it with me, right?"

The portrait was speechless, and he couldn't help looking down at the dead body on the ground.
Chapter completed!