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To be honest, Zhang Wenjie, who had repeatedly failed to strike up a conversation, didn't have much hope for Yan Shaoqing's proposal.

When the villagers saw him speak, they would turn their heads and leave. Every time they put on enthusiastic smiles, they would put on indifferent buttocks. After working for a long time, they didn't get any useful information from the NPC.

Yan Shaoqing seemed unaware of Zhang Wenjie's bitterness, and said with a relaxed tone, "If we really want to talk about it, who else knows more than the head of Xuancoffin Village?"

The wrinkled old face appeared in his mind, and it was time to reap the bonus of the overwhelming favorability of this old pervert.

"Village head?!" Yan Shaoqing opened his mouth and picked the most difficult old bone. Zhang Wenjie's desperate brows were almost twisted into Tianjin flowers, and he asked in a low voice without confidence, "Can he tell Us?"

Yan Shaoqing smiled calmly, "Try it and you'll know."

Zhou Zeyan's creative inspiration and desire erupted, and when he entered the door, he locked himself in the room on the first floor, obviously putting on a look of avoiding strangers, and Yan Shaoqing did not interrupt the other party ignorantly.

Just asking a question, the battle should not be too big.

He took Mu Chenlong and Zhang Wenjie out together, and walked towards the village chief's house, while the other players went to the village to find other clues.

Yan Shaoqing knew the way and walked in front of the few people.

Occasionally, I would meet one or two villagers wandering outside on the road. When they saw him, they would greet him with a smile, and even nodded and waved politely.

If it weren't for those people with haggard faces and dull complexions, who looked like wandering zombies, he would have mistakenly thought this was a friendly and hospitable ordinary village.

Behind Yan Shaoqing walked by, the expressions of those NPCs changed suddenly, the eyes looking at Mu Chenlong and Zhang Wenjie were indifferent and numb, and their gray faces were all stretched into white boards.

Especially Zhang Wenjie, whose favorability with all the villagers had dropped to a negative value, clearly felt the malice coming from all directions, and the sharp gazes falling on him seemed to want to tear him alive.

Zhang Wenjie felt aggrieved to be rejected even after losing one hand, and sighed dejectedly in his heart.

Could this be the gap between peerless beauties and ordinary people?The NPCs in the game really look at their faces.

When Yan Shaoqing arrived at the village chief's house, the dilapidated two-storey house locked the door tightly.

He walked to the door and tapped twice on the rotten wooden door.

"Dong dong!"

The room was silent and the light was dim. Just when they thought there was no one in the room, a half-distorted terrifying human figure suddenly appeared on the side window.

Mu Chenlong was the closest to the window, thinking that he had encountered a ghost in broad daylight, he was startled, and after looking carefully, he found that the person was the village head with a donkey face.

The village chief floated to the window soundlessly like a ghost, with one withered palm pressed against the transparent glass window, and a gleaming silver hogweed knife in the other hand, the wrinkles on his face Because of the gloomy expression twisted into a ball, he squinted his two deep-set eyes and looked out.

Sensei's eyes flicked past Mu Chenlong and Zhang Wenjie, and finally fell on Yan Shaoqing who was standing at the door, his eyes covered with black silk thread shone slightly, and his daisy-wrinkled face gradually stretched out.

"It's you." The old and deep voice of the village chief squeezed out from his throat, with a trace of unconcealable excitement, he coughed lightly, put the pig grass knife behind his back, walked sideways to the door, opened the door, He waved enthusiastically to the people outside, "Stop standing outside, come in quickly.

Yan Shaoqing entered the door with the village chief's permission, and Mu Chenlong and Zhang Wenjie followed Yan Shaoqing like thieves, and slipped in shyly under the pressure of the village chief's sharp gaze.

The village chief closed the door, staggered and leaped in front of Mu Chenlong and Zhang Wenjie, like a kind old man who cared for the younger generation, he held Yan Shaoqing's back shoulder with one hand, and invited him into the hall.

There is an old bamboo chair on the main seat in the main hall, and there are several wooden chairs for receiving guests on the side.

The village chief brought Yan Shaoqing to the wooden chair closest to the main seat, and patted Yan Shaoqing on the buttocks with lightning speed, pointed to the chair and said in a kind voice as if nothing had happened: "When you enter the door, you are a guest. You are welcome to sit down wherever you want."

Yan Shaoqing clearly felt the "snap", his body stiffened slightly, and he sat down on the chair calmly.

Yan Shaoqing, who had another purpose, didn't bother to argue with the old man who was over fifty years old for this kind of behavior of blatantly mopping up money and being disrespectful to the elderly.

Due to the angle problem, Mu Chenlong and Zhang Wenjie didn't notice the little tricks of the old pervert of the village chief.

Seeing Yan Shaoqing sit down, Mu Chenlong also hurriedly sat on another chair next to Yan Shaoqing.

Unexpectedly, just as the buttocks were seated, they heard the village chief let out an angry shout.

"Get up!" The village chief stared at Mu Chenlong, and shouted hoarsely, "It's impolite, did I let you sit?"

Mu Chenlong was frightened by the cannibalistic expression of the village chief, and his heart stopped suddenly. He jumped up and retreated two meters away from the chair.

The village chief snorted coldly, took a feather duster from the wall with few feathers left, and swept the surface of the chair twice in disgust.

Mu Chenlong teased in his heart, there was no dust on his ass, and he didn't know what to do with it, why is this old pervert so obviously double-standard?

After sweeping the chairs, the village chief still ignored Mu Chenlong and the others, but went straight to the center of the living room, sat on the old-fashioned bamboo chair, and shook it comfortably.

He stroked his gray beard, looked at Yan Shaoqing, like a leisurely and kind old man, and asked with concern: "You came here to find me, did you encounter any trouble?" He gestured generously With a hand like a dead wood, "You're welcome, just open your mouth. You have a lot of fate with Hanging Coffin Village. As long as I can do it, I will naturally do my best."

Zhang Wenjie, who was watching from the back, was so startled that he was speechless. Every time the village chief saw him, he would obviously blow his beard and stare. When did he become so talkative?

"It's not difficult." Yan Shaoqing smiled calmly, "I just want to ask if you know the weakness of Master Jin Chan."

"Master Jin Chan's weakness?" The village chief seemed to be shocked when he heard the words, his face tightened, and the rocking chair stopped instantly. He stared at Yan Shaoqing, his face became a little more serious, "You What is this asking for?"

Yan Shaoqing's expression remained unchanged, and he continued unhurriedly: "The last time in the temple, didn't you say that Master Jin Chan's mortal enemy had lifted the seal and wanted to attack secretly? We know in advance, and we can also help in advance Be careful."

The village chief looked at Yan Shaoqing's sincere face, thought about it seriously, nodded slightly and said, "It makes sense."

Zhang Wenjie was very surprised that the village chief actually believed the reason why he couldn't bear to scrutinize it.

I thought the other party was an old fox with a cautious mind, but I didn't expect that the pattern was broken.

Just as Zhang Wenjie was sighing, the village head suddenly stood up, walked up to Yan Shaoqing excitedly, grabbed the other's wrist, and gently stroked the two sides of Yan Shaoqing's white and jade-like hand with a few dry fingers. Next, he smiled appreciatively and said, "Good boy, Master Jinchan will be very pleased to know that you are so caring."

Yan Shaoqing's heart twitched for a while, but his smile didn't fade, he slowly withdrew his hand, and replied politely: "It should."

The village chief pressed Yu Xiang's still-existing fingers to his chapped lips, coughed pretendingly, and said with a serious face: "If you want to talk about Master Jinchan's weakness, there is one.

"Master Jin Chan and the Thousand-Year Corpse King are born to counteract each other. The magic weapon in hand is a sharp weapon against the Thousand-Year Corpse King, and the spirit coin that the Thousand-Year Corpse King puts in his mouth is the nemesis of Master Jin Chan." The village head couldn't help looking at Yan. Shaoqing said with great sincerity in the red kit bag around his waist, "While preserving the body of the thousand-year-old corpse king, the spirit coin also absorbed the thousand-year-old resentment, let alone the flesh/body, even the soul has a great killing effect. Just keep it carefully.”

Although Yan Shaoqing took Jiang Nali's silver coin to plate his weapon, but before he came to see the village chief, he put in the silver coin that the thousand-year corpse king lived in, so he didn't see anything unusual.

"Spiritual coins." Mu Chenlong couldn't help but grabbed the kit hanging on his body. He was always paying attention to Yan Shaoqing's movements. He followed Yan Shaoqing's example and used an ordinary coin as a disguise, "It's the kit The silver coins in it."

As soon as Mu Chenlong finished speaking, he knew that he had slipped his tongue. If he hadn't opened the bag to have a look, how would he know whether the coins inside were gold or silver.

Facing the gaze turned stiffly by the head of the upper village, Mu Chenlong's face turned pale immediately, wishing he could slap himself.

The village head glared at Mu Chenlong viciously, with a suspicious expression on his face, but he didn't make a move directly, but turned his eyes back to Yan Shaoqing again, with a tangled expression, as if hesitant to speak.

"I've already told you everything I can say." The village chief suddenly picked up a red kit with half a golden cicada embroidered in the basket on the table next to him, threaded the thin golden thread with a needle, and lowered his head to sew carefully. Get up, "I can't take care of the rest."

Although the village chief is lustful and not a fool, he obviously guessed that Mu Chenlong, who didn't tell himself, was related to the millennium corpse king's breaking of the seal, and Yan Shaoqing, who had a close relationship with Mu Chenlong, naturally couldn't get away with it.

Mu Chenlong originally thought that he would be able to deal with this pig grass knife, but he didn't expect that he was lucky enough to escape under the influence of Yan Shaoqing, and he almost let out a breath.

Hearing Mu Chenlong's panting, the village chief raised his cold eyes and flung him over again.

[System warning: The favorability of the village head NPC towards the player Mu Chenlong has dropped below negative value and is still declining rapidly. Please keep the player away from the NPC's sight as soon as possible, otherwise life may be in danger. 】

Mu Chenlong knew that he was already on the village chief's blacklist, and if he was not careful, his head would be in a different place, so he quickly puffed up his chest and held his breath, not even daring to say a fart.