When Shi Chun led everyone to the village hall, the village chief happened to be chatting with a Taoist priest inside.

Guan Zu did not rush in, but looked at the Taoist priest outside for a while.

He wanted to deal with Zulong, but felt that he was not able to do it on his own, so he would never act as a helper.

Unfortunately, after watching for a long time and listening to the conversation between the Taoist priest and the village chief, he could only sigh helplessly.

This Taoist priest has some skills, but not many. He can do rituals and show off, but he is not even qualified to be cannon fodder when dealing with such a big thing as Zulong.

Besides, this era is no longer the same as the previous world.

Human life is very valuable nowadays. No ordinary person would dare to charge at zombies without hesitation for a few taels of silver.

At this time, the village chief inside also noticed Guan Zu and others outside, and walked out of the office with a frown.

He was very disdainful of Shi Chun, a police chief whose head was full of fantasies, but who was slovenly and slovenly all day long and was always causing trouble to the village. In fact, the village chief didn't like him at all.

However, after coming out, seeing Guan Zu and his party still made the village chief's heart involuntarily lift.

Shi Chun always thought that the village was in the flour business and the village chief knew about it, but he was too lazy to explain.

But he never expected that Shi Chun would be so heartbroken that he would find Guan Zu without any evidence.

Guan Zu's popularity in Hong Kong Island is still very high now. Major cases have been solved every three days and he has almost become a regular guest in the news.

Therefore, even though Xiaodong Village has little contact with the outside world, the village chief still knows Guan Zu's reputation.

Seeing Guan Zu coming, he immediately adjusted himself and greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Welcome, welcome, I didn't expect Sir Guan to come to our Xiaodong Village!" He said and looked at Shi Chun with a complaining look on his face, "Sir, it's true, Sir Guan finally came here, but you didn't inform me in advance.

.

I am the village chief of Xiaodong Village. Everyone calls me Uncle Qian. I wonder what big case Sir Guan is here to investigate this time? We in Xiaodong Village will definitely cooperate fully!"

Hearing that the village chief's surname was Qian, Guan Zu felt quite friendly for a while.

Although the village chief is not too young, Guan Zu still has a loving look on his face and looks at the village chief with caring eyes: "It's nothing important. I came here today to see Sir Shi's working environment. I heard that the village is going to sing today."

It’s a big drama, so let Sir Shi take us to see it.”

Guan Zu's words did not dispel the village chief's doubts, especially the look in Guan Zu's eyes, which made him feel hairy all over.

Just at this time, some villagers came and said that someone was making trouble in the theater troupe.

Guan Zu took advantage of the situation and arranged for Shi Chun to go see the situation, but he dragged the village chief into the office.

"Village Chief Qian, did you know that the secrets of your village have been known to outsiders?"

"Sir Guan, I don't understand what you are talking about. Our village is just an ordinary small fishing village. What secrets can it have?"

Village Chief Qian has a good psychological quality. Not only does he answer questions fluently, but he even performs his expressions perfectly.

Guan Zu saw that most of his men had followed Shi Chun to the troupe, and only Pang Ling was still with him.

I have no intention of hiding it from her. After all, she is already my own. She will know some things sooner or later. It will be good for her to tell her everything in advance now.

So he went straight to the point, "Many years ago, your ancestor Qian Zhenren, in order to escape the war in China, brought his people to this small island to settle and avoid trouble. Am I right?"

"Sir Guan is joking. Aren't these all written in the family tree of our Xiaodong Village? There is also an inscription engraved on it and it is erected at the entrance of the village."

Village Chief Qian smiled and explained while pouring tea for Guan Zu Pang Ling.

"The real Qian you are talking about is my grandfather. He was indeed a Taoist priest back then. He later gave birth to my father after he settled here."

"Has the village chief seen your grandpa?" Guan Zu also missed his master a little when he heard the village chief Qian mentioned his master.

"Of course I have, but my grandfather got married late. I still remember that I was just seven years old when he left."

Village Chief Qian also seemed to be lost in memories, with a look of vicissitudes of life on his face.

But what Guan Zu said next made him stunned.

"Seven years old! You are already in elementary school now, so you should be able to remember things.

So, do you still remember, did your grandfather ever mention to you that he had an apprentice whose surname was also Guan?"

Village Chief Qian was stunned, and Pang Ling also looked up at Guan Zu curiously, wondering how her man managed to become a relative.

Village Chief Qian looked at Guan Zu blankly and asked, "Sir Guan, are you...?"

"You are right. What I just said was not a joke to you. News about the island has been spread, and as far as I know, someone has quietly come to the island. I came here today just for this reason.

thing.

If the news spreads, you must know what the consequences will be. Or maybe the people who came to the island did not know the importance and destroyed the seal, how are you going to deal with it? "

The last sentence was actually Guan Zu's test. After all, he didn't know if Master and Taoist Master Ji had any backup plans after they sealed the ancestral dragon.

After all, the corpse-killing money, Zhong Kui sword, etc. in the original story are not reliable in Guan Zu's opinion.

Those may sound arrogant, but in the eyes of professionals, they are just street stalls.

Besides, he was also present when the meeting was held to discuss the matter. He knew exactly what magical weapons Maoshan would use to move the tomb of Zulong. He had never heard of corpse-killing coins or Zhongkui swords at all.

"This...!" Village Chief Qian also became a little panicked for a moment.

When he was a child, he actually heard his grandfather talk about someone like Zu. He still remembered that every time his grandfather mentioned this, he would be depressed for a long time.

I just didn't expect that the Guan family would come to my door now, and as soon as they came, they would bring me very bad news.

He didn't have much doubt about Guan Zu's identity. After all, Guan Zu's surname was Guan, which was already common knowledge in Hong Kong Island.

And my grandfather passed away decades ago. After his grandfather passed away, no one mentioned it for decades. There is no possibility of fraud.

"Village Chief Qian, don't panic yet! What you have to do now is to quickly find the guy who sneaked onto the island. If you let them break the seal, you will be guilty."

Following Guan Zu's words, Village Chief Qian began to sweat on his forehead. Without saying a word, he stood up to greet people, preparing to start the investigation.

Watching the village chief leave the office, Pang Ling, who had been silent until now, asked curiously.

"What are you and the village chief talking about? Why can't I understand a word? What seal? And what secrets does this village have? Is it really like what Shi Chun said, that they have some shady industry?

Also, who is Zhenren Qian? Why are you related to them again?"

Pang Ling asked questions one after another, instantly transforming into a curious baby, which made Guan Zu really not know where to start.

I had to think about it a little bit and choose something that was not so unacceptable. I talked about it half-jokingly, which could be regarded as an enlightenment for Pang Ling.

"My ancestors are from the same hometown as everyone in this village, so we have to recognize relatives! It doesn't matter.

But I am older, strictly speaking, I should be one generation older than the village chief Qian just now."

"Haha, do you have to ask people to kowtow to you and salute you?" Pang Ling rolled her eyes at Guan Zu. "You haven't said yet, what secrets does this village hide?"

"Actually, Master Qian didn't come here to escape the war." When Guan Zu said this, he carefully organized his words and tried to make what he said sound more credible.

"As you know back then, China was in turmoil and the people were in dire straits. They were afraid something might happen to something, so they simply thought of transporting that thing here and hiding it.

As for Master Qian and the ancestors of this village, they are responsible for keeping an eye on that thing here to prevent accidents from happening."

"Something? What thing? Is it worth so much trouble? Are you making up a story to deceive me?"

Pang Ling always felt that something was wrong, but for a while she really couldn't find the loophole in Guan Zu's words. "Since you know that this village exists, and what Shi Chun said, the income and wealth of this village are completely unequal, you must also understand this."

Do you know?"

"You know, when Mr. Qian and his friends came here, they brought a lot of antiques with them. You also know that the north was in troubled times at the time. In fact, antiques were not valuable at all, but it was different when they arrived on Hong Kong Island."

After Guan Zu finished speaking, he picked up the tea cup and took a sip. But in his heart, he was thinking about where to find help.

Because judging from the appearance of the village chief, he does not have any Maoshan heritage in him, and it is even more conceivable for others.

The people in the village basically have no hope.

So he began to think hard about whether there were any stories that could happen in this world, and he couldn't say that he would take the initiative to join those stories.

"So, this village's source of wealth is reselling antiques. Poor Shi Chun, he can still think of flour."

Pang Ling muttered something, and suddenly felt that it was boring. It had nothing to do with the big conspiracy she expected. "But you said they brought something over and they are still guarding it here. Do you know what it is?"

Guan Zu nodded, with a serious look on his face. "I know that what was transported here was actually a corpse. Zu Long's corpse!"

"Impossible!" Pang Ling stood up in surprise, but seeing Guan Zu's serious face, she slowly sat back down and confirmed in a low voice.

"Are you talking about that Zulong?" After finishing speaking, he slowly went through Guan Zu's words from beginning to end, thinking that he had discovered something. "You lied to me again, what you and the village chief just said was about a seal.

.

If I guessed correctly, the seal should be a code word.

And you said that they made their money by selling antiques, so there is only one truth. The people in the village actually robbed tombs and then secretly resold the cultural relics, right?"

This time it was Guan Zu's turn to be surprised. He really didn't expect Pang Ling's association ability to be so unconstrained.

He just mentioned antiques, but he was able to connect it with tomb robbing.

But he didn't want Pang Ling to have any misunderstandings about this kind of thing. After all, in many stories, misunderstandings represented turning points, and most of them were tragic turning points.

"It is indeed the corpse of Zulong, and there is something wrong with this corpse, so it must be sealed!"

"Just make it up! So, Sir Guan is still an exorcism policeman, hahaha!"

Pang Ling said, she was amused! But Guan Zu's eyes lit up, he quickly took out his phone and dialed Liu Jianming.
To be continued...