It seems that the village chief's eldest son has passed away. The old village chief went to bury his son. He's not here today, and it's not convenient for him to meet visitors these days.
Mr. Fang Maki understood and suggested, ``This time, the old village chief has been very helpful to me. Your son has passed away. Let's give some incense to him. Please don't refuse.'' Did.
Even so, the grandmother did not refuse. He nodded silently and led Fang Mu to the ancestral shrine behind the house.
When Fang Mu entered the ancestral hall and saw the black and white portrait in the dark room lit by red candlelight, all the muscles in Fang Mu's body immediately tensed, and he immediately lowered his head and looked at it. I covered it. Shock and awe. eye
that's it! Execute that mander! He... was actually the son of the old village chief!
Fang Mu’s brain was suddenly shocked, and his expression was a little uncontrollable. As if he did not know who the person in the portrait was, he suppressed his fluctuating emotions, solemnly lit the incense stick, and remained silent. All the way back to where we stayed.
By the time he returned to the room and closed the door, Juan Mu was exhausted, leaning against the door, collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily, and felt dry for a while.
He took a breath of dry air and pulled out a dark blue cloth that he had hidden in a hidden pocket inside his coat. In his head, a flashback flashed back to the scene in which he fought a frog that attacked him in the dark in a cave in a farming village. .
He remembered stabbing a hole-filled man with a nail and slamming the man's head into a puddle of mud with a hammer. The other person's blood and pale flesh splattered all over his body. During the fight, he tore the cloth from his opponent's clothes, and it has stuck to the wound ever since. No one noticed because he held it tightly due to his nervousness and never loosened it.
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