The owner of the village, Mao Dahu, chatted a few words, and then turned his gaze to the bloody package on the shaking table.

Although it was a night, but in the deep mountains, the sky was not very hot, and there was no sign of stinking, and a hand slowly rubbed on the package for a long time, and Mao Dahu slowly opened it.

Just showed the grinning face, and the small and small minions standing next to him were a light "huh", and all kinds of expressions floated on their faces.

But there is also a lack of some strong people, and there are more bloody scenes, and the relative ones are relatively calm, among which the most experienced ones are Qiao Shan, except for the master of the village.

"Oh, it's a human head, it looks interesting!"

Gently lifting the head cloth, the smile of the village master became even stronger, and he looked at Qiao Shan while looking, as if he was also seeking his reply.

"Heh, it's rare for the master of the village to look at a human head alone, but from the humble point of view, this person is really innocent!"

Qiao Shan's sudden interjection was very frightening, especially for Jing Chong, but it was even more important, although he was still young, but he still had some knowledge of this observation, especially when he paid attention to it from time to time, he could hear Qiao Shan's extraneous voice.

These two must not be as simple as celebrating Nie Haiyuan's "single-knife killing".

"Oh, what does Captain Joe think?"

Mao Dahu was very curious, staring at Qiao Shan opposite with a pair of eyes, and asked with interest, and unconsciously the two of them chatted happily as if they were chatting after tea and dinner.

First of all, Qiao Shan took a few steps forward, took out the steel knife on his waist and stirred it under the head, looked at the fracture on the neck, and analyzed it from the overturned flesh, "Lord of the village, please see, this person's knife wound is smooth and neat, and it is undeniable that the knife caster hated it and beheaded it with a knife, since he is to hate it to the extreme, isn't this person innocent of death?"

These words were a bit strong, but even so, as soon as Qiao Shan's words fell, there was still a commotion in the crowd.

Especially Jing Chong, who was always paying attention to the master of the village, shook his body, and the corners of his mouth twitched, he knew that this time he had met a real master, but he didn't expect that the other party could identify the murderer's state of mind just by the blade at the time of killing, such a situation really made his spine chill and cold sweat.

"Hahaha, Captain Qiao can really laugh, this murderer must have rushed out to the limit when he kills someone, so he can take advantage of the impulsive power to kill the enemy with one move, where is there still a reason for people to be as thin as no one to make people slowly cut!"

The master of the village suddenly laughed, and frequently stared at Nie Haiyuan's body as he spoke, even if he spoke like this, he still suspected that there was someone else who killed the head this time.

"The analysis of the master of the village is all reasonable, but it's a pity that with the strength of the little fat man, it seems that he can't be so ruthless!"

As soon as these words came out, Nie Haiyuan's face beside him suddenly turned pale, and he rushed to Qiao Shan's face, he pulled the steel knife in the other party's hand away from the table, raised his arm and gently put it on Qiao Shan's shoulder, Nie Haiyuan immediately said with a calm face, "Uncle Qiao, are you ruining me?"

Such a subtle move had already made the master of the village look at it, but he turned his face directly and simply ignored the whispers of the two.

"Little fat man, don't worry, don't worry, when did Uncle Qiao hurt you? The master of the village is just curious, aren't we kidding? Wait a while, Uncle Qiao will personally send you to the Gathering Hall, how about making your tenth team make a fortune?"

When Qiao Shan said this, it was extremely useful, and soon saw Nie Haiyuan squint his eyes, smiled, and slowly pointed at Qiao Shan with one hand, grinning and playing, "Uncle Qiao, you are really bad!"

With that, the two of them smiled again and slowly turned their heads.

"Master of the village, this person really wasn't killed by Nie Haiyuan!"

As soon as he turned his face, Qiao Shan changed his face, although it was the same smile, but the content of his words unconsciously changed one hundred and eighty degrees, such a change was unexpected, and for a while, Nie Haiyuan and Jing Chong stood on the spot at the same time.

"Old Joe, you ......"

Before Nie Haiyuan could accuse the other party of being inauthentic, he soon noticed that the master of the village was also full of smiles, but seeing that he was not angry and arrogant, even talking and laughing was enough to make people feel a kind of indescribable emptiness

"What's going on? Didn't Hai Yuan kill him?"

Instead of saying that this was to ask Qiao Shan, it was better to say that he was aimed at Nie Haiyuan, hearing this, Nie Haiyuan couldn't bear it anymore, and fell to his knees with a thud, and he hurriedly kowtowed.

"Master Mingjian, this person was indeed killed by me, Xiao Niezi is full of enthusiasm and can be learned!"

Nie Haiyuan's crying and mourning face made people laugh, especially this kind of desperate appearance of crawling on the ground, which made people laugh even more.

"Where's the murderous knife?"

A few words were asked to the point, Mao Dahu's face sank, and he stretched out his hand to Jing Chong beside him coldly, and the meaning of his words was not expressed.

"It's... Well, Xiaojing, don't you hurry up and present my knife to the master of the village!"

Hearing Mao Dahu's sudden words, Jing Chong suddenly froze there, no matter how ghostly they were, they were just two children, and in front of this old and refined village master, they couldn't afford to do any tricks at all.

This was not under the other party's sudden attack, he immediately lost his proportion, and after hesitating for a long time, he suddenly understood under Nie Haiyuan's shout

But when he thought that this knife was the most important thing left by his father, he still failed to show the speed that a knife should have, so all the movements he showed immediately came into the attention of the master of the village.

"How's it going?"

It can't be concealed that Mao Dahu was a little displeased, and when he was speaking, a pair of tiger eyes were round, and his rough face was straightened.

"She's willing, she's willing, what is Xiaojing doing there? Why don't you hurry up and present the knife to the master of the village!"

Nie Haiyuan kept frowning at Jing Chong, trying to get by.

However, after a long time, he understood it, but he also knelt on the ground when he heard a plop, and Jing Chong reluctantly offered the knife.

"Please watch the knife master!"

That's why people have to bow their heads under the low eaves.

Besides, Mao Dahu, the owner of the village, took the steel knife handed by Jing Chong casually, and slowly untied the wrapped animal skin cloth, and the wooden house suddenly rendered a strong bloody atmosphere, and the rich breath swept away, and the cold made Mao Dahu frown, but after a little delay, he saw that he quickly frowned, and couldn't help but light up, and he actually stroked his palms happily and laughed.

"A good knife, it's a good knife!

A pair of questioning eyes stared directly at Jing Chong, who was kneeling on his knees, as if he wanted to hollow out all his thoughts from his eyes, which was not to be violated.

But even Jing Chong's heart was determined and stoic, and he couldn't stand the deep eyes of the master of the village, and it didn't take long for him to bow his head like a weak heart.

"This is my father's knife!"

Jing Chong is not good at expressing himself, and he is not good at lying, so under this aggressive questioning, he can only use the most calm way to cover his heart, but no matter how he hides it, he always covers up the heart of revenge that fluctuates up and down.

"Oh, your father's knife?"

I have to admit that in the face of Jing Chong's answer, Mao Dahu was very surprised, and his amazement aroused his curiosity for no reason.

But after all, this person has a seven-trick exquisite heart, even from the direct gaze, Mao Dahu can still see Jing Chong's hidden wounds in the depths of his heart, so when he got here, he didn't ask again urgently, just waited slowly, waiting for Jing Chong's answer.

"It's my father's knife, but I don't know where it really came from!"

Jing Chong was as calm as ever, even if he was already worried in his heart, he still managed to hold out this calm because he didn't want people to see his vulnerability, so he was wary of everyone.

"The knife is indeed a good knife, and such a fast knife really matches your restrained temperament, and your original knife is returned, I hope you can give full play to the value of the treasure knife!"

But what surprised Jing Chong was that he thought that the master of the village would definitely take it for himself at all costs when he saw this treasure knife, but the other party praised it and returned it again.

And from the other party's ambiguous words, Jing Chong couldn't guess what kind of medicine the other party was selling in the gourd, and he didn't clearly see what he thought of himself, let alone figure out the other party's final position on his slaughter of the "blood wolf killing".

"Take your head and go to the Information Hall of the Righteous Hall to receive the reward!"

But at this moment, the master of the village suddenly stood up, turned around and strode towards the wooden door.

"You're good!"

However, as soon as he took two steps, Leng Buding had a sentence in his ears, this sentence was completely said to Jing Chong, although there were not many words, if there was a deep meaning, it would be even more confusing and incomprehensible.

After this toss, Jing Chong became even more uneasy, the words of the master of the village were ambiguous, but there were some extraneous sounds, could it be that he found something?

What the hell is going on? I couldn't help but feel a big pimple in Jing Chong's heart.