Xia Yubing's hand was still in the man's hand, and Xia Yubing was about to raise her legs. There may be only one best way to deal with a man.

However, the pavilion leader flashed between Xia Yubing and the man with a more agile movement that was completely unsuitable for his age.

"This, this is, the long-time workers in our charity village call him Lao Zhao." Although the pavilion leader flashed quickly, he was only this action but it made him panting: "Lao Zhao was almost responsible for all the charity village affairs, including coffins and clothes for the deceased."

"Although the girl's hands are a little more skillful, they are still a little more delicate." Lao Zhao's voice was very low, hoarse and unpleasant.

After hearing this, Xia Yubing snorted, then shook Lao Zhao's hand away, but Lao Zhao did not hold on tightly and let go.

"Do you know Zhou Da?" Zhou Sheng said quickly. He was usually dull, so he spoke a little strange in his tone: "It was the one who was the only one left in the family who died three years ago."

"Oh, that widower." Lao Zhao nodded: "I'll take you there. No one in their family came to pay for the burial of him, so we need to queue up to wait for the poor who died before him and who were also poor to be buried, so he can get close to the coffin." His expressionless expression almost engraved the words "Don't enter the new person," and when Lao Zhao looked at the pavilion leader's expression, Xia Yubing even felt that there were a few more words on Lao Zhao's face: "Don't enter even if you acquaintances."

"Old Zhao just speaks badly and is usually a good person." The pavilion chief explained to Xia Yubing in a low voice.

At the same time, Tang Qian almost stood

In Yizhuang, a place where Xia Yubing and the others stood, but he neither saw Xia Yubing nor Lao Zhao, the head of the pavilion, and Zhou Sheng - just as if they had not seen Tang Qian.

Twenty-three corpses were already following him, shaking their heads with their heads down.

"Zhou Da, in front." This is what the twenty-fourth corpse stood up and said, and Tang Qian could see from a distance that there was only one corpse in front.

On the side of Zhou Sheng and Xia Yubing who could not see Tang Qian, Lao Zhao's finger also pointed at the location of the corpse that Tang Qian saw.

It's like the same house, two different worlds.

Tang Qian was already standing in front of the corpse.

"These behind you are going to kill you, after all, you called them up." The body said directly without getting up.

"This doesn't matter. Are you Zhou Da?" Tang Qian asked directly.

The corpse was lying on his side. He slowly turned around and looked at Tang Qian.

Even Tang Qian's eyelids twitched, and he saw Zhou Da's face.

This face is very flat. Compared with ordinary faces, it lacks a nose, lips, and eyes, and it is not the kind of dry-shrunk eyes that are dry, but it is a pair of bloodshot eyes, clearly black and white eyes.

"I am."

"Isn't it difficult to build such a flower in the mirror?" Tang Qian asked suddenly.

He was not asking Zhou Sheng or Zhoujia Village, but a question that was inconsistent with the foreword.

But Zhou Da really answered him: "It should be very troublesome, and this Zhou Da and the real Zhou Da should be half true and half false-"

At the same time, Xia Yubing finally thought of a strange place: "Peace Chief, Blood Rain killed many people. In addition to the monks, are there villagers? As a pavilion chief, why can you chat and laugh so hard?"

The pavilion chief pondered for a moment: "Maybe this is a strange place, but the real situation is that there are only a few people in Zhoujia Village, so it shouldn't be that you are lucky, maybe I am unlucky."

Xia Yubing finally pulled out her knife. She felt that she could not beat Lao Zhao, but she still had to give it a try.
Chapter completed!