My host is lazy again

Chapter 611 Fifteen Players 33
They chattered away.

Yu Shu and Luo Jian were full of mobility and had already gone out and walked towards the ancestral hall.

Thirteen sets of bowls and chopsticks were placed on the long table of the ancestral hall.

I met two villagers on the road, and their attitudes were also very warm and gentle, as if yesterday's conflict had never happened.The village head was still sitting on the chair facing the gate, with a calm expression on his old face.

However, when Luo Jianjian touched the statue behind him, he suddenly changed his face.

So, without hesitation, she tied him up again.

village head:"……"

He wants to kill her!
Later, when other players gathered in the courtyard of the ancestral hall, Luo Jian came up from the basement with her hands behind her back, and Yu Shu followed behind her.

Song Liansheng, who was guarding the gate outside, stood up, "How is it?"

Luo Jian: "The body is inside."

"Damn, it's really here."

Who moved Tian Li's body to the coffin in the basement?
It's really scary to think about it.

Because the players still have the last chance to vote, today they must confirm the identity of the "ghost" as soon as possible and vote him out.

Today, everyone is still collecting clues according to yesterday's grouping.

Before leaving, Luo Jian took two white-faced steamed buns from the dining table.

Seeing her actions, Yu Shu raised his eyebrows and asked her teasingly, "Aren't you afraid of being poisoned?"

She was chewing a mouthful of steamed buns and said vaguely: "No."

If the behind-the-scenes wanted to kill them, they wouldn't have spent so much time arranging this death game.

"Where are you going today?"

With a ready-made think tank next to her, she didn't bother to use her brain.

Yu Shu took out the household registration book that he found from the village chief's house, turned to one page, his eyes darkened slightly: "Let's go to the second house in the north of the village."

Luo Jian tiptoed and glanced at the booklet, without any objection: "Oh, yes."

Song Liansheng and Chen Xiqian's group followed them, and when they heard that they were going to the north of the village, they planned to go with them.

On the way, they met several villagers who were carrying hoes and sickles and were about to go to work. The villagers greeted them warmly and asked them where they were going.

Luo Jian bent her lips and smiled: "Go to An Er's house."

The faces of the villagers changed slightly.

"What are you doing there?"

"Girls and boys, listen to us, don't go, it's bad luck there."

She looked innocent: "Why?"

"Then An Er's wife is sick..."

Just as the uncle was about to say something, the aunt next to him gently tugged him, and warned in a low voice: "What are you talking about with the guests about the affairs of the village? Hurry up and go to the field."

As she said that, she looked at the four of them and said with a smile: "Okay, we're leaving first, you listen to us, don't come near there."

"Hehe, thank you, auntie." Song Liansheng smiled unnaturally.

When the villagers left, Chen Xiqian looked at them, thinking in her eyes: "Do you think that the more they insist on not letting us go..."

Luo Jian answered with a smile: "The more curious we are, the more we want to go."

Song Liansheng: "You mean, they said that on purpose? Why?"

"Go and see."

There is a tall locust tree at the entrance of An'er's house in the north of the village. There is a farmland in front of the house and a hill behind the house. It is a relatively remote family in Anlu Zhongcun.

According to the household registration book, there are four members in An'er's family.

But at this time, there was only an old lady with gray hair in the room.

Seeing the four of them coming in, she was a little surprised: "Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)