"Yes, village chief, you might as well say anything. Not only can you eliminate each other's misunderstandings, maybe we can also help you."

"You have seen the skills of three thousand just now."

Mo Yang and others also agreed at this time.

The old village chief raised his eyes and looked at the old men next to him.

Several old men also nodded. Obviously, Mo Yang and others' words were not unreasonable.

"Okay." The old village chief nodded slightly, then stood up slightly, looked at Han Sanqian, and said, "The person in the coffin you saw is Yin'er!"

"Nian Fang is my daughter-in-law at twenty years old!"

"Daughter-in-law?" When everyone, including Han Sanqian, was shocked and could not help but say something strange.

Obviously, the words of the old village chief are almost a fantasy for everyone.

You should know that the village chief’s son and the body were witnessed by everyone.

But now, the living person in the coffin has emerged and become his daughter-in-law. How can this not be surprising?!

Wang Simin suddenly frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean is that your son has a wife, but you are locked in a coffin by you, and then with that corpse... Damn, you are too disgusting, right?"

"So your daughter-in-law opposed it, and you were locked in a coffin? Not only did she restrict her freedom, but she also humiliated him in this way?"

Both women, and Wang Simin's character of fighting for justice, she was quite angry on the spot.

Han Sanqian glanced at Wang Simin slightly and signaled her not to be too excited. If such a thing happened, it would be natural for both humans and gods to indignate. But looking at the expressions of the old village chief and other villagers, Han Sanqian felt that things were not that simple.

"Actually...my daughter-in-law Yin'er, I'll pass by today." The old village chief said slowly.

"Cross the door?" Han Sanqian frowned. What does this mean?!

How could you lie in the coffin when you pass the door?!

Who would marry someone in a coffin?

How infiltrating is this?!

How unlucky it is!

As long as you are a normal person, I am afraid no one is willing to get started in this unlucky way, right?!

"Is it possible to buy one get one free?" Mo Yang said softly next to Han Sanqian.

Buy one get one get one free?!

"What do you mean is that someone forced the village chief's family to deal with the body, and also attached the living woman in the coffin?" Liu Fangqi said.

Mo Yang nodded slightly, and this can also explain why the village chief sent his own son to such a cheating situation.

This situation seems to be the best explanation at the moment, and even Han Sanqian himself vaguely agrees with this view.

Only the old village chief shook his head slightly: "My Jiang family has only one daughter-in-law, that is Yin'er, that is the person in the coffin."

"That corpse?" Han Sanqian frowned.

"Stand-in." The old village chief said softly.

"Stand-in?" Han Sanqian frowned. He had seen a living person who was a scapegoat for a dead person, but this was the first time he had heard of him.

"Old village chief, what do you mean?" Jianghu Bai Xiaosheng also frowned.

"Yin'er wants to pass the door, but he must not let it know. So, I used the corpse as a substitute, and placed Yin'er in a coffin to send the funeral, and played a trick of stealing dragons and turning phoenixes. In the past, this move was almost unsatisfactory, but I didn't expect it to happen this time..." When I said this, the old village elder's eyes were filled with tears, and he was very sad and regretful.

Stealing a dragon and turning a phoenix?!

It's a long time to try again!?

Han Sanqian couldn't help frowning even tighter, and his whole body became even more confused: "Village chief, is it again? You have mentioned it many times. Who is it sacred?"

"Yes!" Mo Yang nodded: "It can be seen that you seem to be afraid of it and hate it very much, but you even make a substitute for it?"

"It?" The old village chief slowly looked up, muttering his eyes to the dark sky outside the house. He pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, unable to tell whether to cry or laugh, but only knowing that his eyes were full of bitterness.

"It is the god of our place." The man named Thunder King before spoke dullly.

"God?" Han Sanqian was puzzled.

Shouldn’t a person who is worshipped by the local people to protect the local people? How could it scare the villagers? And it also made such a scene that makes people feel cold on their backs??

The village chief slowly stood up and spoke...
Chapter completed!