Wang Ercai was obsessed with the heart and would definitely come from Suzhou after receiving the message. Fang Xiaomei could successfully intercept him as long as she waited on the road.

Now only Wang Er knows the truth about Xin Li's murder. Once he died, the incident that year was sank to the sea and could not be investigated.

The more Mu Changfeng thought about it, he became more and more frightened. He led the white horse, walked across the bluestone bridge, and knocked on the door of the family closest to Wang San.

The person who opened the door was an old man with white hair, kind-eyed eyes and a gentle smile. He held a pen covered with green paint in his hand and said, "Aren't you a young man who stayed in the Wangsan family? Are you having trouble with me?"

Mu Changfeng bowed respectfully and said, "Old man, I want to inquire about Wang Er's appearance."

The old man thought about it carefully and said, "He is tall and thin, with a fierce look on his face. I haven't seen him for twenty years. I don't know what Wang Er looks like now."

Mu Changfeng nodded, thinking that twenty years have passed too long and the face of a person has changed a lot. The old village chief met him during the Chinese New Year, so he had to ask him for help in this matter, saying, "Where is the old village chief's home?"

"It's at the easternmost part of the village." The old man reached out and pointed east. "There are lilies in front of his house and phoenix flowers, which is easy to find."

Mu Changfeng nodded and thanked. Just as he was about to leave, the old man grabbed her arm and said, "Brother, what is the name of the girl who is with you during the day? How old is this year? What is your relationship?"

"Her name is Fang Xiaomei, she should be eighteen years old." Mu Changfeng looked at the old man in confusion, "We are friends we met by chance. The old man knows her?"

The old man looked sad and sighed, "It turned out that he met by chance. During the day, I was shocked when I passed by Wang San's family and saw her."

Mu Changfeng accidentally glanced into the house and found that the walls were full of landscape, flowers and bird paintings, cliffs and waterfalls, magnificent, blooming peonies, national colors and heavenly fragrance, dozens of paintings of all sizes, each of which is a fine product.

"I didn't expect that there was a brilliant painting hand hidden in the deep mountains. I was disrespectful to you." Mu Changfeng's eyes shone and he praised sincerely.

The old man loved painting since he was a child, but his family had no interest in painting. He had been ignorant of his confidants for twenty years and felt sad and lonely. When he saw Mu Changfeng sincerely praised him, he immediately pulled him into the house enthusiastically, pointed to the "Cordyceps Picture" he had just drawn, and said, "Look at how my painting is like. This plant is a Kun grass that has not bloomed yet. The grasshopper is lying on the leaves, all green, and you can't see the grasshopper without looking carefully. I didn't know that this plant was called Kun grass. It grew in the fields, thinking it was a useless weed."

Mu Changfeng was anxious and did not have the mood to appreciate the paintings. He casually said a few good words and walked out. The old man was simple in nature and didn't see that he was perfunctory. He grabbed his arm again and pointed to a picture of "Canthus Sugar Zi" and said, "This is also something that grows in the fields. I grew up in the deep mountains and forests, and painted whatever I saw. Later I realized that Canthus Sugar Zi is poisonous. Its leaves and seeds can be used as medicine. If you open the branches and stems, there are Canthus Sugar Zanthus, which can also be used as medicine. Isn't it very interesting?"

Mu Changfeng said "um" and said, "It's interesting."

The old man said, "I tell you, you must know the purpose and the relevant legends of the painting. When painting, you will feel different. Look at this "Homan Hairpin Flower", and I will tell you a story. It is said that a very beautiful girl was attracted by a bully. She would rather die than follow her. The leaves of the Homan Hairpin Flower were transformed by a hunter who admired her. Look at these heart-shaped leaves surrounding the white Homan Hairpin Flower. The hunter wants to protect his beloved girl for the rest of his life. How about I make a pot of tea for you and enjoy it while drinking it? I can tell you a story for every painting."

Mu Changfeng liked the old man's insimplicity very much and was grateful for his enthusiastic invitation. He had no choice but to be troubled by his kindness and bowed respectfully, "I am worried about the urgent matters, please forgive me for not being able to accompany you to appreciate the paintings." After saying that, he left with great strides and rode on a white horse and ran away.

"I heard from the old village chief that you are Miss Alang's junior brother. I thought you were also a master of painting. Alas, for twenty years, why didn't there be a like-minded person talking about painting experience with me?" The old man was very disappointed, sat down dejectedly, poured a glass of wine and drank it dry.

Following the old man's instructions, Mu Changfeng easily found the old village chief's home.

The old village chief thought that something big happened in Wang San's family, and his face turned pale and said, "What's wrong?"

Mu Changfeng said: "Wang Er is worried about his life now, so please ask the old man to get on the horse and stop Wang Er on the road."

"Sex...Life...Worries?" The old village chief was so scared that his legs were sifted and almost collapsed on the ground.

Mu Changfeng was so anxious that he helped the old village chief half and half hugged him, got on the horse together, and embarked on the way to Suzhou City.

At dawn, a carriage came towards me, with very gorgeous decorations. Mu Changfeng stepped forward and picked up the curtain, pointed to a thin and lonely man inside and said, "Is he Wang Er?"

The old village chief shook his head and said, "No."

The coachman raised his eyebrows and cursed, and the thin man pointed at Mu Changfeng and said a few dirty words.

Mu Changfeng ignored it and led the old village chief to continue moving forward.

A tall man rode a donkey and turned around the mountain. Mu Changfeng pointed at him and said, "Is it Wang Er?"

The old village chief said: "Not it."

The tall man grinned, looked at Mu Changfeng with a look of a lunatic, and passed by him with a smile.

After passing a wooden bridge, there is a Temple of Medicine King not far away. There are men and women who believe in each other in a row, and it is very lively.

The old village chief said: "Let's go and sing a stick of incense and pray to the Medicine King to bless us without illness or disaster."

Mu Changfeng was anxious to find Wang Er, but he was not in the mood to go to the incense. The old village chief insisted on going and had to turn his horse's head.

When I was still a hundred steps away from the Yaowang Temple, I suddenly heard a scream. The crowd of people who were incense exploded. The timid one ran away with their heads in their arms, and the brave ones surrounded a crooked willow tree in front of the temple and pointed at it.

Mu Changfeng and the old village chief looked at each other, urged the horse to move forward, and squeezed in from the crowd and saw that they were stunned.

Kneeling under the tree was a fat, fat man in gorgeous clothes, with a face ashes, wanting to cry without tears, and being stupid.

Wang San's body was hung on the willow tree, with his eyes protruding, and his cheeks were already dry. A strong wind blew, and the body shook a few times. With a "click", the branches broke and the body slammed straight on the fat man.

"My mother!" The fat man screamed, kicked Wang San's body away, hugged the trunk of the willow tree, "Help, help..."

The old village chief said: "She is Wang Er."

Mu Changfeng strode forward, holding down Wang Er who was crying bitterly, and said, "Only follow me can you save your life."

"Hehehehe, hehehehehehehe..." Wang Er suddenly kept laughing strangely, turned around, reached out to remove his clothes.

Mu Changfeng was shocked and took a few steps back.

A scream came from the crowd, and they all looked at Wang Er in horror.

I saw that the flesh and blood on his chest were rapidly turning into blood, revealing his white ribs.

Wang Er seemed not to feel the pain, and walked towards Mu Changfeng with a smile, and the flesh and blood on his abdomen and limbs were quickly transformed into blood.

In a moment, Wang Er turned into a white skeleton and fell to the ground.

The old village chief was so scared that his face turned blue, he hid behind Mu Changfeng, and said, "He...he... seemed to be trapped in the corpse."

Mu Changfeng said: "What corpse dispersion?"
Chapter completed!