After leaving the hotel, Feng Xue obviously noticed some sight, but it didn't matter. He didn't avoid anyone's idea, but walked directly to a thin man and said:

"Sir, I don't know where the village chief's home is? Can you take us to visit?"

"Uh..." It seemed that Feng Xue would suddenly come up and chat. The man was slightly stunned, and then nodded as if he had reacted:

"Okay, come with me."

The villager's answer was very straightforward, and there was no expression on his face like a skinned skeleton. Feng Xue followed in his footsteps with Hanguang, who was best at running away, while Huaying and Lingyi went to investigate the river.

Although the villagers did not prohibit the exploration of Xiaohe, Feng Xue realized something during yesterday's investigation, which allowed Huaying, who was good at magic, to go over and investigate. As for Lingyi... Well, after all, she can't be left alone in the room, right?

...

Although the location of the village chief's house had been investigated, Feng Xue and Hanguang were still pretending to be just right, looking left and right along the way, as if they wanted to record the road, and were communicating information on the Spirit Channel.

"The two people caught last night were from this house, and it seems that they were not exposed."

"It would be great if it was, but it wouldn't matter even if it was exposed. For their 'plan', even if we knew we were tampering with each other, we would pretend to know nothing."

"Maybe you're right, but do you really think there's something you want in that river?"

"Not I want it, but it should be there."

"I don't understand very much, after all, this village..."

The exchange between the two was not over yet, but the villagers who led the way suddenly spoke:

"This is the village chief of our village."

Hearing this, Feng Xue looked up and saw a thin old man who seemed to die at any time standing in front of him with a crutch. Several of his teeth had fallen off, and only a few hairs were left. The wrinkles on his face seemed to deliberately squeeze the flies to death, but in his eyes, he had a completely different look from other villagers.

To use a more comic style, there are highlights in his eyes.

The old village chief was not at his home, but appeared directly on the way to his home, as if he had known that the two of them were coming, so he waited here in advance.

"Is he the 'living person'?" Hanguang's voice sounded in the thinking network, but Feng Xue gave her a signal to be calm and then stepped forward and walked:

"Hello, Village Chief, we are travelers who got lost yesterday, but I am a student who studies history and geography. Seeing that this village is very special, I want to write a paper. I wonder if you can do it for a convenience?"

Feng Xue's acting skills are quite good, but he still feels that such places probably have to be judged by disguise or performance.

However, there is no.

Of course he would not think that the village chief believed his plan. Compared to this naive idea, he would rather believe that the village chief didn't care whether he was lying at all.

The brief silence lasted for less than a second, and the old village chief had already straightened his waist slightly and said in an old voice:

"There are few people coming to our village on weekdays. We finally had the opportunity to let other places know us, so naturally there is no reason to refuse. However, the old man also knows some laws. After you finish writing, you must let me read it before you can publish it."

"Of course." Feng Xue nodded vigorously. The old village chief seemed to agree. He raised his crutch and walked towards the long stone chair on the side of the road. There were not many such chairs in this village, even more than those who could see, just like the people here had the need to bask in the sun.

Without hesitation, Feng Xue sat directly beside the old man, like a normal young man, and spoke:

"When I entered the village, I found that the grass and trees around the village had withered, and there were no decent street trees in the village. I wonder what was going on?"

"You said this?" The old village chief leaned his hunched back on the stone backrest and replied slowly:

"Although we are not big, there are wolves in the back mountain. When we first settled, wolves often hid in the shadows of bushes or trees, and attacked people at night. I still remember one year when a widow took a child at home, but I didn't see it for a while, so the child was taken away by the wolf... A lot of hunters in the village didn't work. Later, we simply used herbicide to wipe out the surrounding plants. Although it was a bit ugly, at least since then, no one in the village has been taken away by wolves."

"That's it..." Feng Xue felt that if she continued to ask, she might have to ask a side mission like "Xianglin Sao's whereabouts" and quickly changed the topic, "Well, do you know that there is a person named Chen Shicheng? I heard him mention it when I was chatting with that professor..."

"Chen Shicheng..." The old village chief frowned, as if he had thought about it carefully before speaking:

"It seemed like there was such a person coming before, but he died decades ago. I was still a young man at that time..."

"..." Feng Xue's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sound of dice sounded in his ears-

"Bolu..."

【Psychology:??/??】(63/15(Failed))

[You think the old man is hiding something.]

...

"How could it be?" Feng Xue knew very well that the possibility of his 15-point psychological failure was greater, but if he really failed, wouldn't it mean that the old man did not lie?

In other words, for him, did Chen Shicheng really die decades ago?

But in reality, it has been more than a hundred years since the San Francisco earthquake in 1906!

But if he lies, it would be even more strange. He could say that he didn't know Chen Shicheng, or simply said that he couldn't remember it clearly. There was no need to make up a year!

"Bolu..."

【Insight: 66/69(Success)】

[You suddenly remembered that the flow of time in this village seems to be different from that in the outside world.]

...

Feng Xue raised her eyebrows. According to Feng’s father, three days have passed here in less than two days. In this way, the time flow in this world should be faster. It’s not reasonable, but it’s shorter than the time in the outside world?

Or is the time flow here completely messy?

Without enough information, Feng Xue gave up her serious idea of ​​this, pulled her attention back, and asked his next question:

"It's already the communication era, why don't the village install phones?"
Chapter completed!