Finally, after finishing preparation, Zhang Qiang stood in the room, closed his eyes, and his expression began to be serious. He imagined the appearance of the mute room last night, and suddenly, his figure disappeared in the room.

The next moment, there was one more person in the mute room. It was Zhang Qiang who was easy to look forward to. Everything was the same as last night, but the smell of blood here was full of blood, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

There was a rope on two nails in the room, and there were mute clothes on it. Zhang Qiang had already seen it last night, so he took off his coat, took out the plastic bag for breakfast from his pocket, put it under the bed, then pinched his nose and changed into the mute and dirty clothes. Then he gently pressed the dusty table again, wiped it on his face, and looked around. He saw a hat, which was the blue front-line single hat that rural people used to wear, oily, and Zhang Qiang messed up his hair and covered it randomly.

"Haha, this should be almost done. It's a pity that there is not even a mirror here," Zhang Qiang sniffed, handed his hands in his cuffs, and walked out with a haha.

The village was foggy, and there was a white light in the distance, but it was still clear from the nearest place. There were no dogs, no chickens, and no cattle and sheep in the village. Zhang Qiang could imagine that even people had eaten, so where could there be a foothold for those livestock?

The village is not very similar to the night. Zhang Qiang has no time to observe carefully at night, and it is not clear. It is daytime now, Zhang Qiang is wandering around the village. There are very few people on the street. Some people only look at Zhang Qiang, but they don’t pay attention to him at all. "It seems that this mute bachelor is not very popular in the village," Zhang Qiang thought depressedly, but this is just his wish. So Zhang Qiang wanders around inside and outside the village, in front and behind the village, and occasionally there are several families with grandmad smoke rising from cooking smoke. When the others met, some even greeted each other, looking intimate. All this seemed normal to ordinary villages. Did everything I saw last night be illusions? Zhang Qiang really couldn’t understand. **

However, Zhang Qiang quickly saw the difference. Although some of these people greeted each other, the violent hostility in their eyes did not disappear. They were guarding against each other and were very alert.

"China, come here," Zhang Qiang was walking, and suddenly a voice sounded behind him. Qiang was slightly stunned, but did not look back, and was still walking staggeringly.

"Damn it, your mouth is not good, and your ears are deaf?" The person behind him walked a few steps and came behind Zhang Qiang for a moment.

Only then did Zhang Qiang realize that he was called him, "Damn, this mute guy actually has such a famous name," Zhang Qiang cursed inwardly, so he turned around, took his hand, sniffed, bent, um, um, silly smiled.

I was stunned when I saw the person opposite. This person looked a little familiar. He was about sixty years old. "Damn it, isn't this the old guy I had with my daughter-in-law last night? That dirty old guy wearing ordinary black clothes, looked at Zhang Qiang with a little confusion, "Damn it, when did my hair grow so long? Did you finish the meat I gave you last night?" The net didn't jump. The old guy just wondered, but he didn't doubt it. After all, Zhang Qiang's disguise technique could not be seen like this. It's just that Zhang Qiang's hair was a bit long, which was a lot longer than the real mute yesterday, so the old guy asked, but he quickly turned to the topic.

"Hmm? Well, ummm," Zhang Qiang knew that the flesh he was talking about must be the human leg of yesterday, so he nodded again, shook his head, and gave the old guy a model and a model-like answer.

"Hmph, damn, I can't ask anything even if I know. Come, come with me." The old guy glared at Zhang Qiang with a violent look. Although this guy seemed to be sixty years old, he was full of violence.

Zhang Qiang followed him, thinking that he didn't know what to say to him. The old guy looked around and looked sneaky, afraid that others would see him.

When I came to the yard, it was the yard where Zhang Qiang went to last night. The yard was in chaos. A woman in her thirties was digging a pit in the yard. There was a sack next to it. The sack was dyed red with blood. Several bones were exposed from the sack. It was the thigh bones of some people. Zhang Qiang even saw a ball-like thing, white and Zhang Qiang knew what it was without thinking.

The woman saw Zhang Qiang's arrival, no, now she should be called Mute Zhonghua. A trace of excitement flashed in her eyes. Zhang Qiang was very familiar with that gaze. It was the gaze that women and men only had after they had sex with each other. "Is this woman and herself, not, with Mute?"

Before Zhang Qiang finished his thoughts, he was pulled into the house by the tyrannical old guy. The woman withdrew her gaze at the mute and continued to work hard.

"Come on, I haven't eaten breakfast yet, have some food first, this is specially prepared for you." After entering the house, the old man changed his face and said with a smile, but he still couldn't hide the ferocity in his eyes. He pointed to the meat in the porcelain basin that was still steaming on the small table, which was white and red. Zhang Qiang suddenly retching. He didn't have to think about what kind of meat it was, the unique fragrance, the rare half-moon-shaped oil flower

"Yeah ah ah" Zhang Qiang shook his head quickly, pointed to his stomach again, and then laughed, never daring to look at the bowl of meat again.

"Oh, I've eaten it, then okay, China, you know that there are fewer and fewer people in our village, and there are fewer people who can eat. Only those who are unable to work can share it. You are single, which is very unsafe. I am old again, Xiuhua is a woman, so do we know that we have to cooperate in the village? I am the village chief, and some things are working so well," the old guy's hoarse voice slowly rang.

"Damn, this old guy is still a village chief." It seems that after the matter is settled, this person must not be kept. A cold light flashed in Zhang Qiang's eyes.

Zhang Qiang was stunned. Damn, this mute is still an accomplice. It seems that this person is still a death.

"Yeah," Zhang Qiang nodded with complicated eyes. It seemed that this village was hopeless. Zhang Qiang was not a killer person, but was still a kind man. He decided that he had to understand the village's dragon's meridians. As for Wu's tomb, let it be put first.

In the fourth update, please ask for flowers! Are there really no flowers, brothers? I haven’t moved for a day, and the night is really sad! Where is the passion of the princelings? At least let the flowers move, and the night is no longer passionate. [
Chapter completed!