"The little crow is dead?" The villagers were taken aback, and they all stopped and looked at Wei Xiao hesitantly.

"Why did the little crow die?" Village Chief Chen Cang stepped forward and grabbed Wei Xiao's arm tightly: "Little Brother Wei, tell me quickly, did you kill such a powerful black wolf as the little crow?"

Before Wei Xiao could answer, Huang Ding had already sneered: "He is not the only one who can kill the black wolf!"

"And who else?" asked the village chief.

"Me!" a man suddenly stepped forward.

The village chief raised his eyes and said, "Cang Ran?"

Holding a sword in his arms, his tall figure dragged a long shadow on the ground under the reflection of the early morning sun, and his long silver-white hair was lightly brushed, adding to the heroic aura.

"It's me. Cang Ran strode over and looked at the village chief: "Last night I found a little crow in the grove east of the village, so I killed him with a sword!"

"Kill with a sword?!" The village chief gasped: "Although the little crow was injured before, it is difficult to kill with a sword!"

"That's because," Cang Ran smiled, turning his body to Wei Xiao and Huang Ding, "Before I arrived, the little crow had already been beaten to death, I just went to clean up the mess!"

"Someone else, who is that?" the village chief asked.

"That's naturally-" Pale gray eyes shuttled back and forth between Wei Xiao and Huang Ding, and finally fell on the face of one of them: "It's him!"

The person he was looking at was Huang Ding.

"Huang Ding?" Not only the village chief, but also the villagers were taken aback.

Huang Ding bowed slightly, but smiled silently.

"Huang Ding is really a big hero in our village!" the villagers cast admiring glances at Huang Ding.

"Wait a minute!" the village chief said, "You said that you rushed from behind, and the little crow had been seriously injured at that time, how do you know who injured him?"

"This, naturally, was told to me by the little crow himself before he died. Cang Ran smiled slightly, his eyes not blinking.

As soon as he said this, the eyes of all the villagers focused on Wei Xiao.

There was bitter hatred and anger in everyone's eyes.

- Since the little crows were killed by Huang Ding and Cangran, then they are not werewolves, so the one who is most likely to kill the villager Uncle Scar and hope that he will leave soon, is Wei Xiao.

Wei Xiao suddenly found that since Cang Ran appeared, his situation had not improved, but worsened.

He had to find a way to get out!

But by this time, the villagers had already surrounded him.

Including Cang Ran and Huang Ding, they were eyeing each other.

At this time, it is even more difficult to get out.

Even the village chief repeatedly asked everyone to calm down, but none of the villagers present had a calm expression on their faces.

Everyone has been victimized by werewolves, and now this outsider from outside the village has to find a way to kill them, what is the difference between it and the treacherous and cunning werewolf?

"Kill him!" "Kill him!" the villagers roared angrily, waving their fists.

"Everyone, calm down," Chen Cang, the village chief, greeted everyone anxiously: "Don't forget, the first person to reveal the identity of the little crow werewolf is the white girl, the companion of the little brother Wei!"

But his voice alone was soon drowned out.

Everyone was in a state of rage.

A few pairs of fists had already greeted Wei Xiao unceremoniously.

At this moment, a thin rickety figure suddenly appeared and blocked Wei Xiao.

"Listen to me, Brother Wei, he must not be the murderer of Uncle Scar, don't wronged the good people!"

It turned out to be an old woman!

She blocked her weak body in front of Wei Xiao: "If you don't believe me, then kill my old woman!"

"Ah Zhenpo, why are you doing this?"

"Do you have any evidence?" The villagers couldn't bear to do it, so they had to persuade each other: "If you don't have evidence, don't stop us!"

"I have no proof. Ah Zhenpo's white-haired head shook her head: "But with my wife's experience of living in this world for sixty years, I believe I am not mistaken, Brother Wei is a good person!"

"Ah Zhenpo, we believe that you are a good person, but we can't believe your words without evidence!" said the villagers.

Someone shouted, "Tell a confused old woman something, don't let that outsider go!"

Immediately, several people chased after him.

"Brother Wei, Brother Wei, run away!" Ah Zhenpo pushed Wei Xiao hard.

"I'm not running," Wei Xiao didn't move: "When I run, it's even more intelligible." ”

He stood still and glanced at all the villagers.

At that glance, there seemed to be a faint majesty, and the villagers involuntarily stopped.

"This Cang Ran brother said that before the little crow died, he said that he was seriously injured by the hunter Huang Ding," Wei Xiao said slowly: "Everyone knows that the iron sword I use in my hand is an iron sword taken from the hands of low-level werewolves outside the village, and the hunter Huang Ding, what he uses with him is a hunting fork!"

Wei Xiao pointed to the hunting fork on Huang Ding's shoulder.

Huang Ding smiled proudly.

"Little Brother Wei, what do you want to explain?" said the village head, Chen Cang.

"I killed the little crow. Wei Xiao said word by word.

"What?!" Chen Cang, the village chief, was taken aback.

Wei Xiao said: "After the banquet last night, everyone went back to rest, but I suddenly heard a flute,—— which is the kind of flute that can be faintly heard every time someone dies. So I chased in the direction of the flute, until I reached the grove by the river, and then I saw the little crow and the cabbage head, and the little crow was about to kill the cabbage head, so I went forward to save the cabbage head, and started a fierce battle with the little crow, and killed him!"

"Cabbage head?" The village chief was even more surprised, and looked around in the crowd: "Where is the cabbage head?"

There was also a stir in the crowd.

After a while, a man said "yes" in a low voice and walked out of the crowd with his head down.

With braids, a red belt, green pants, and a round figure, it is the head of cabbage.

"Cabbage head," the village chief glared at him, "you were in the grove last night?"

"In. The cabbage head lowered its head, and its voice was as thin as a mosquito's humming.

"Was it this Brother Wei who saved you?" the village chief pointed at Wei Xiao.

"Yes. The cabbage head responded.

The village chief stomped his feet heavily: "Then why didn't you say it earlier?

"I ...... I," the cabbage head grinded for a long time before slowly raising his head: "I'm afraid you'll talk about me...... I went to that river in the middle of the night to look for spirit stones!"

"Alas!" The village chief sighed: "This village was originally called 'Spirit Stone Village', but now, the spirit stones in the village have almost completely disappeared, and the spirit energy has been exhausted, it may be a punishment from heaven, where can I find any spirit stones?"

"I'm afraid of ......" Cabbage Head whispered: "Everyone knows that I am looking for a spirit stone, and they will mistakenly think that I am a werewolf, and they want to absorb the spirit stone and use it for their own use." ”

"This aura is born of heaven and earth, everything can be used, people can be used, werewolves can also be used, how can we blame you?" The village leader stroked him and turned his head to Wei Xiao: "Little brother Wei, with this cabbage head as a witness, we have indeed wronged you, please don't be surprised!"

"Where," Wei Xiao said: "The most important thing at the moment is to find out the werewolf hidden in the villagers, as long as the village chief and the villagers do not misunderstand Wei, Wei will be at ease!"

He bowed.

"If it's the little crow killed by Brother Wei," the village chief Chen Cang turned his face to Cang Ran, his expression serious: "Then someone must be lying! Cang Ran, I want to hear your explanation of this matter." ”

"What do I have to explain?" Cang Ran shrugged: "I just retold the words of the little crow as it was, as for why he said that Huang Ding killed him, I think he may want to protect Huang Ding, and by the way, blame Wei Xiao." ”

"I can understand the blame for Wei Xiao," the village chief touched his beard: "But you said that the little crow wants to protect Huang Ding?"

Cang Ran smiled, and there was a hint of cunning on his handsome face: "That's naturally because, Huang Ding is very likely to be the werewolf companion of the little crow!"