The old lady's eldest son is alive and dead inside, and now her second son is also dead.

How can she live?

The old lady held her second son's head and remained silent.

There were tears on her wrinkled face, and the people around her wanted to comfort her but couldn't say anything.

The woman's family took her back, and everyone else dispersed. No one dared to wait around here for the village chief to come out.

Because the village chief probably couldn't get out because he didn't even see the thing escape.

The village chief entered the old house but did not come out.

The priest saw that everyone had dispersed and had no intention of staying here.

The priest followed a villager, intending to see what he was going to do, but she told the villager to take her hair to the old house tomorrow night.

It's just you.

The priest followed the old man who had been isolated by the villagers before. He should know most of the things about this village chief.

After all, the old man has experienced a lot, and he is not as hostile to outsiders as other villagers.

The white-haired old man held a cane and walked tremblingly toward his home.

There was no one around him, so he looked like a lonely old man.

The old man walked in a different direction than other villagers. The old man's home was some distance above the village chief's home.

The priest watched the old man walk outside a dilapidated hut and opened the door without locking it.

Unlike other villagers, the old man did not close the door immediately after entering the house, and the windows were also open.

"Ahem."

The old man pulled up a chair and sat down, coughing uncontrollably, and put the crutch next to him.

The priest saw that there was no one else living around, and the old man only had a house built on this place.

"Hello."

He felt that the light above his head was blocked, so he couldn't help but raise his head and heard the priest's words.

"You are... ahem, the foreigner who came last night."

The old man sat up straight and looked at the priest carefully.

"You'd better leave the village as soon as it breaks. You won't be able to leave at night even if you want to."

The old man's hoarse voice sounded like tree bark rubbing against each other, but his words were for his own good.

"I might not be able to leave. Didn't she mean everyone? I think that includes me."

The priest said nonsense seriously, he just wanted to complete the task, and he couldn't leave here if he didn't complete the task.

I can only find excuses to stay in this village.

Now the village chief is most likely gone, and the only person he can communicate with is this old man.

"Why……"

"You shouldn't be here."

The old man looked at the priest with cloudy eyes as if he thought of something, and sighed.

He seemed to feel sorry for the priest.

"Can you tell me about this?"

There was sincerity in the priest's eyes.

There was some curiosity on his face.

"It's okay to tell you what you want to know. This is not a glorious thing."

"Sit down, I don't have anything to entertain you here."

The old man pulled up a chair to the priest.

"You tell me."

The priest sat politely opposite the old man and listened carefully.

"This matter started five years ago. A tourist passed by here that day. He was a rich boss."

"When you come to our village, you can see the beautiful mountains and clear waters, and there is no environmental pollution. Those rich people like this kind of environment."

When the old man said this, he looked a little helpless.

"Originally, this was good, and the other party brought us a lot of benefits by coming here, but he valued the hair of a girl from their village."

"That girl has always taken great care of her hair, and no one else is allowed to touch it."

"The boss said he wanted to buy her long hair as soon as he came. The boss's wife lost all her hair due to surgery, so the boss valued that girl's hair."

The old man coughed a few more times as he said this.

"Of course this girl won't do it, even if the money provided by the big boss can make our whole village prosperous."

The priest knew the crucial point was coming.

With wealth that can make an entire village rich, some people may not be able to sit still.

Sure enough, the old man's next words confirmed this point.

"That day, the village chief called some people for a meeting. I don't know what he said specifically, but he was plotting against that girl."

"That girl also came from outside and later lived in our village."

"It is also for this reason that not many people object. They plan to give part of the money to the girl."

"But when they cut off the girl's hair, the girl collapsed, got into a fight with the villagers, and died accidentally."

The priest didn't believe all this. When he mentioned that other people were moved, couldn't this old man be moved?

And if the old man had told the girl in advance, would it be possible for the villagers to cut off the girl's long hair?

Although things are not absolute, the priest does not want to think about the worst case scenario.

What's more, he died in the process, so there is definitely something fishy about it.

But sometimes NPCs can also lie.

Looking at the old man's clothes and this house, he must be living a very poor life.

"What's her name?"

The priest asked suddenly.

"That girl's name is Lin Xiaoxi."

The old man returns.

…………

The priest walked out and looked at the other houses not far away.

He asked for all the information he could learn from the old man, and then took action.

The priest plans to visit other villagers' homes, maybe there will be clues.

"Look for an opportunity to act."

"Everyone is at home now, so it's not a good idea to go there rashly."

After the priest left, the old man stood up and walked inside.

When I walked to the innermost room, there were no windows and it was pitch dark and I couldn't see clearly.

The old man walked in. In the corner of the room was a large box similar to the one in the village chief's house.

"He's still here after all."

Boom, boom, boom.

I knocked on the wooden box with my crutch and found nothing happened, so I hooked the crutch on the iron ring on the box and opened the box.

There is no dust on the box, and there are a few cracks on the red wooden box.

Bang.

The box is opened.

There is a wooden hairpin inside, but it has been broken into two halves, and there is a big crack in the middle of the wooden hairpin.

It is true that the old man did not participate in that incident, but his youngest son did.

For the sake of his son, he didn't help the girl.

"What a sin!"

In the end, his son also had an accident a year ago, and now he is alone.

He threw away all those things, except this wooden hairpin, which he couldn't throw away no matter what, so he had to destroy it in the end.
To be continued...