Although the perpetrator is a master among the masters, no matter how fast he moves, he does not avoid the blood columns sprayed out of the deceased's chest before he dies. [】

Wushuang walked farther and farther, the blood on the ground became less and less obvious. When the blood on the ground finally disappeared, Wushuang looked up and saw that the temporarily beaten house in front of him looked familiar. Isn’t this the mourning hall of Lao Si Liao?

"Xiaobai?" At this moment, Xiaobai was standing in front of the mourning hall waiting for his master. The little beast had a very smart nose, especially for things with heavy yin energy and heavy blood energy.

Wushuang was suspicious, was it him? It probably won’t be? I clearly scattered raw glutinous rice next to him last night. Logically speaking, if he really cheated on the zombie, it would be impossible for him to stand up and walk out of the coffin. But the blood clearly extended here and there was no more. This is a mountain of ironclad evidence.

Wushuang hesitated. If it was really the body of Liao Laosi's body, he would definitely not tell outsiders, because Liao Laosi was highly respected during his lifetime and had a very special status in the Sanshan Jiuzhai, Miaojiang. Even if he killed a few of his own tribes, it would not be a big deal. After all, this is Miaojiang, and they are autonomous, and the power of life and death of the tribesmen in the village is in the hands of Laosi.

But in order to confirm his guess, Wushuang lifted the curtain and broke into the mourning hall for the second time.

The eternal light in the mourning hall was swaying, and it was quiet inside. Only Lao Si of Liao fell calmly in the coffin, his expression still remained the same as when he saw it last night, with basically no change.

"Hiss..." Wushuang smacked her lips and walked to Liao Laosi's coffin and looked down. The soles of the cloth shoes that Liao Laosi was wearing were covered with dust. He scraped the dust with his fingers and found that the soles were covered with blood. txt download

He hurriedly took two steps back and pulled out the dagger. Is it really him?

No, it was getting dark outside just now. Although the sun had not yet come out, the rooster crowed several times. Even if the big rice dumplings were at work, they would definitely avoid this time.

Strangely, Lao Si of Liao has such a noble identity, like a local emperor on the side. There are always eight spirit guards at the door. Why didn’t he see any of them when he came in just now?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a storm of cold wind coming from behind him. Wushuang subconsciously raised his hand and stabbed him with a short knife!

"Ah? It's you?" Wushuang shouted and quickly retracted 80% of his strength, but the dagger was already on the neck of the man behind him. The sharp blade had already left blood marks on his neck. Fortunately, he reacted quickly.

The other party may not have expected that this seemingly inconspicuous little gangster in Northeast China was so fast. He was also frightened by Wushuang's sudden reaction. He stood there and did not resist.

With a rumbling sound, the man swallowed his mouth. It was so scary. As long as Wushuang reacted for a moment, the sharp short knife in his hand might have cut his throat open to blood.

"You...you open your sword!" Shi Bo stuttered.

"Shi Laosi, it seems you should explain to me first why you appeared here, right?" Wushuang was very alert. When he came in just now, he hadn't found someone in the mourning hall, why did this guy suddenly appear behind him?

"Little boy, should I ask you this? You still complain to my evil man first? I ask you, did you kill the people outside?" Shi Bo asked afterwards.

"Hmph! Old Shi is really good at acting! You'd better not move. I don't have any seriousness in my hand. It would be bad if I accidentally hurt you." Wushuang's short knife holder tighter. Shi Bo was so scared that he quickly leaned his neck back, and then was forced out of the mourning hall by Wushuang step by step.

Outside the mourning hall, Qiao Qiang and Liao Hai also rushed over, and saw this attitude and rushed up to persuade him.

"Laosi Shi, tell me in front of everyone, why did you appear in the mourning hall?"

A group of people from Jinming Village surrounded Wushuang with bows and arrows in their hands. The arrows were aimed at his head. As long as Wushuang dared to hurt Shi Bo, Wushuang would probably be shot into a sieve.

"I don't need to explain to you a Han Chinese. This is Miaojiang, and you can't let it go wild here! Dahai? How do you, the old man?" Shi Bo saw that his subordinates had arrived and had the confidence, he questioned the cowardly Liao Haidao.

"Brother Wushuang, forget it. If you make a big deal, it will not be good for anyone. Maybe it is a misunderstanding. Put down the knife quickly and don't hurt anyone." Liao Hai hugged Wushuang and pulled him back.

"Okay, okay, everyone will part. It's okay, it's okay, all are ready. We will hold a sacrificial ceremony later, and then we will be buried for my grandfather." Liao Hai said smoothly.

"It's okay? Dahai, there was only one person dead in our Jinming Village. If you say it's okay, then it's okay?" Shi Bo asked Liao Hai fiercely, and Liao Hai was so scared that he retreated behind his home.

At this time, the two brothers of the Ma family rushed over.

These two people have been incompatible with Jin Mingzhai. They pointed at their noses and cursed at him. They also brought people there, not to mention that this place is Mingyue Village after all, not to mention that this place is Mingyue Village, not his Jin Mingzhai territory, so Shi Bo had to give up and leave.

This matter was just so unresolved. In the ethnic minority village, dying one person is not a big deal. But Wushuang was worried that there might be another master hidden in the Mingyue Village. He had an intuition that it was definitely not Liao Laosi who committed the murder, because he could see clearly just now that the pair of cloth shoes with blood-stained soles were not the ones I saw last night, which means that someone used Liao Laosi's body to transfer them.

But now there are people around you, so Wushuang is not good to tell me directly. Even if you want to catch me, I am afraid the murderer will have escaped in the chaos.

But this man is a tough guy. He can pull the head of a living person with one move. How much strength does it take? I'm afraid that it will really fight, even Xiu and Bai Su may not be his opponent. It seems that it is still unknown who will win.

Liao Laosi's funeral was very grand. At 4 o'clock in the morning, all the guests gathered in front of the mourning hall and stood solemnly. Everyone gave a bun of glutinous rice noodles one after another. Wushuang didn't know what it meant. After eating, everyone used rootless water to clean their hands, and then the most respected person in the village read the sacrificial poem, which is Liao Laosi's deeds. Naturally, this work is not allowed to be handed over to the housewarming, because there is no guwo in Mingyue Village.
Chapter completed!