Judging from the form, it was a person, which made Mo Neng hurry over, and sure enough, he didn't know who it was with his face down.

Mo could see that the exposed hands and feet had been eaten by the beetles, revealing only the white bones, half of his face up had been dried up, and he had been partially eaten by the beetles, and the scene was heart-wrenching.

Mo Neng hurriedly went up and turned the person over, and saw half of his face buried in the sand, isn't this the old village chief.

In an instant, as if he had been hammered, he couldn't help himself, he looked up to the sky and cried, tears flowed, and he felt that his chest was hollowed out.

Howling over and over again, cursing this terrible and desolate situation, why did such a kind and amiable old man suffer such a terrible encounter.

"Who is it, who is ......"

"Who is it, who is ......"

"Who is it, who is ......"

Mo Neng was so grief-stricken that he leaned his head on the old man's chest, muttering stubbornly, his shoulders twitching weakly, feeling that he was spinning around, and under the exposure of the rays of the golden red star, Mo Neng's fainting.

When he woke up, Mo could find that he was already lying in the village, wrapped in dim lights, and at this time, the old mule and the old witch had red and swollen eyes.

The atmosphere in the room was very oppressive.

The two saw that Mo Neng had woken up, and the old witch hurriedly replenished Mo Neng with water and food.

At this time, the three of them had nothing to say, just looked at the corpse of the village chief not far away, the three of them were immersed in the blow of losing their loved ones, and the depression in their chests was like cooking oil on fire.

The old witch broke the silence and said, "After finding you and the village chief who had fainted, and carrying you two back, we carefully checked the situation of the village chief. Then he choked up and didn't continue.

At this time, the old mule said: "The nails in the hands of the village chief have some black powder, and there is a small piece of textile silk thread, black and white, and no other clues have been found. “

"This is what the village chief withheld from his opponent and left us in the end."

"These things, analyzed by me and Lao Wu, are not our gold red star things."

"It is estimated that the village chief held it in his hand after the last confrontation with someone, hoping that we would know what happened in the end."

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