Seeing Qingya come out with Deng Xin and the others, the village chief's expression was a little surprised.

"What are you going to do?"

The village chief asked with a smile, his eyes full of exploration.

The elegant expression was very calm when the village chief asked.

"They said they wanted to check the surrounding situation again, because when they were repairing the house yesterday, they found that a strange plant appeared on many roofs."

The village chief's expression changed a little, especially when he heard the word "plant".

But he didn't say anything, nodded and let them leave.

Just when Qingya thought she had passed the pass successfully, the village chief suddenly asked behind them: "Why didn't I see other people? Are you the only ones?"

What comes out now is Qingya, Deng Xin and Nan Huguyuan.

As a left-behind person, Ding Xiaoyu was left in the house.

The biggest purpose is to prevent the village chief and others from entering the room and discovering Wang Chen's disappearance.

Hearing the village chief’s words, Deng Xin responded: “When the house was repaired yesterday, our companion was accidentally injured, and another person was taking care of him.”

The village chief nodded thoughtfully and finally didn't ask anything more.

After staying away from the village chief's sight, Deng Xin immediately asked Qingya.

“Where are we going now?”

"If your guess is true, then we have to go to the altar to take a look, because every year the sacrifices are placed on the altar and will basically disappear by the morning of the second day."

If all the sacrifices are strangers, or they are dead, there is very strong evidence that the entire village can be included in the investigation.

Originally, Ding Xiaoyu was proposing to report to the inspection bureau, but Deng Xin always opposed it.

If the inspection bureau participates, Wang Chen's chance of escaping and ascension will be even more slim. Although Deng Xin doesn't know what his boss is facing now, he still hopes to create a good environment.

"You don't know what they will look like after death. If they change into bones, how could they recognize them as strangers?" This is the question Deng Xin wants to know the most.

Hearing Deng Xin’s question, Qingya shook her head.

"You don't have to worry about this. As long as I go over, I can recognize those dead people, whether they are from the village."

Deng Xin's eyes were all exploring, and he didn't know why Qingya was so confident.

Moreover, her elegant self-confidence made her a little worried.

Nan Hu Gu shook his head at Wang Chen: "I think the people in this village should have certain characteristics. Qingya will definitely understand the trends in the village after living here for so long, so we can try to believe him."

Deng Xin raised his eyebrows slightly, and he felt that Nan Hugu must have been confused by Qingya's mind, otherwise why would he be facing a stranger in his words and outside.

Could it be that Qingya and Nan Huguzhen had known each other before, but the gap between these two people was too big.

But now there is no choice but to follow what Qingya described.

While Deng Xin nodded, his hand was also placed in his pocket and silently made a phone call.

After feeling the phone vibrated, Deng Xin immediately hung up.

Deng Xin's method was not discovered, they were still heading to the altar.

The altar was not in the center of the village, but on the side of the village, where they repaired the old man's house before.

The distance between here and the altar is not far away, so we arrived in just a few minutes.

When Deng Xin stood here, he could see overgrown weeds in the distance.

"Didn't you say this is a place for sacrificial rituals? Why don't you even clean the altar? The grass around it grows half a person tall."

Moreover, the grass here is extremely sharp. Deng Xin just wanted to push them aside, but accidentally scratched his palm.

Looking at the deep and shallow wound in his hand, Deng Xin frowned slightly.

Qingya noticed Deng Xin's movements and specifically reminded her.

"This is not because no one has cleaned up, but because the result is after cleaning up. All the grass here is born to protect the altar, because the overall material of the altar is honey and soil."

"And these grasses can effectively prevent the altar from being damaged"

Deng Xin was a little surprised when he heard Qingya's explanation.

He thought the composition of this altar was too strange, why was it honey and soil?

Just as Deng Xin wanted to ask, Qingya stopped to a certain point ahead.

Nan Hugu also seemed to find something that put his hands on the grass leaves, and his eyes were full of thoughts.

Deng Xin approached them with deep and shallow feet, but found that the mud pits under his feet were bumpy, and there were always various kinds of stones.

Just when Deng Xin was a little impatient, he accidentally saw the composition of the soil under his feet, which was intertwined with bones and grass.

After discovering this problem, Deng Xin's expression immediately became the same as Nan Hugu's.

Qingya's eyes kept scanning the side, and as she looked around, her expression became more gloomy.

Finally, Qingya came to a conclusion: "Most of this place are not people from the village."

It was at this moment that Qingya finally said how he could tell the difference between inside and outsiders.

"Since people in the village make a living by fishing, they are always on the sea. There is a special herb in the sea that allows us to breathe better in the sea. If you take it all year round, your bones will appear a faint blue color after death."

However, the white bones here were dyed green by the grass leaves, and there was no faint blue at all.

That proves that all the people who have died in the sacrificial rituals over the years have been strangers.

After this discovery, the elegant expression became more and more strange.

Because in his subconscious, he has always lived in the village, but now he realizes that his memories seem to have been tampered with because he doesn't remember them at all.

His memory only stayed at the moment of opening his eyes, and then he lived day after day.

I don’t know how long it took, but when I finally saw Nan Gougu, I felt that familiar.

"What do you want to say?" Nangou noticed Qingya's complicated eyes.

When Qingya heard Nan Hugu's question, she shook her head slowly.

He needed time to sort out his thoughts. What happened now always gave people a strange feeling, as if something was becoming something he had never contacted before.

As for what state it is, it is still unknown.

Deng Xin was just about to speak, but was stopped by the pain in his hand. The pain that was acceptable turned into a vertebrae pain in this moment.

Before he could send a signal, Deng Xin fell into the grass.

The grass was pressed against a piece by Deng Xin, and the fine blades of grass slid past his clothes.
Chapter completed!