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Chapter 1840 Don’t slander the village chief

After Chen Changli comforted Wan Shufang, he began to check the villagers' wounds and found that their wounds did not look like those caused by swords or knives, but more like those caused by scimitars.

Frowning and thinking for a while, Chen Changli came to Yang Afu and asked, "Did those people run after you? What kind of weapons did they have?"

Yang Afu ignored him and just looked at the bodies of the villagers and cried.

Wan Shufang felt very uncomfortable seeing this.

She felt that Chen Changli must have discovered something when asking this question, but Yang Afu suspected the couple and was unwilling to answer the question.

If she pressed the issue further, wouldn't that make Yang Afu's impression of them even worse?

Biting her lip, Wan Shufang tentatively said, "Did anything special happen on the day the villagers were attacked? If so, perhaps we can find the murderer through this incident."

"Who else could be the murderer except you?" Yang Afu's eyes were almost spitting fire, as if he had bitten Chen Changli and his wife to death.

Seeing how stubborn he was, Wan Shufang wanted to lose her temper, but she kept her composure.

She said nothing, but took Chen Changli to check on the villagers, and then checked the village.

Yang Afu was watching nearby, and his heart began to beat wildly when he saw that the couple was really determined to get to the bottom of the matter.

Should he trust them?

The people of Wuming Village had lived here for decades and had led a very peaceful life. It was only after this couple came that such a terrible thing happened.

Even if the murderers were not brought by the couple, they were probably related to them.

Yang Afu thought so in his heart, but his eyes couldn't help but follow Chen Changli and his wife.

Seeing their sad faces and the people they brought with them looking as if they were eager to dig up the Wuming Village to find the truth, Yang Afu's heart was greatly shaken.

He couldn't help but walk up to Chen Changli and his wife and asked, "Didn't you and your wife get into trouble before? Is it possible that the people who were chasing you came here and harmed the villagers?"

Wan Shufang did have such a guess before, but she denied it because she didn't think those people would go to so much trouble.

Now that Yang Afu asked, she felt that she had to make this issue clear, otherwise if Yang Afu kept dwelling on it, things would only get worse.

"I admit that this is a high possibility, but they won't do it because their real purpose is to kill my husband and me."

Wan Shufang's tone was so calm that it was impossible to discern her emotions.

"And this place is very hidden. If your people hadn't taken the initiative to tell us the way out, we would never have been able to leave here. So even if those people think we are not dead, you can't find us here."

When Yang Afu heard this, he wanted to refute.

Chen Changli quickly spoke up: "Your Majesty and our family brought hundreds of people to look for us at the bottom of the cliff. They searched for several days and nights, but they couldn't find us. This shows that the cliff where my husband and I fell is not connected to this place."

Lin Zhen echoed, "This is indeed true. If you don't believe it, we can take you to walk on that cliff."

"I am willing to believe you." Yang Afu was silent for a long time and suddenly spoke.

The three people in front of him were too sincere, and the village chief was willing to let them go, which showed that he also felt that Chen Changli and his wife were trustworthy.

Yang Afu thought so in his heart, wiped away his tears, and said in a choked voice: "I want to know the truth, and I also want to avenge the villagers."

Chen Changli heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. He was afraid that Yang Afu would get stuck in a rut and be unwilling to tell them some details.

"What exactly happened that night? Did the murderer's clothing and weapons make you feel uncomfortable?"

When Yang Afu heard this, he suddenly remembered something and quickly said, "The murderer broke in just when the villagers were going to sleep. I had to distribute medicinal herbs, so I didn't go home, but went to the village chief's house."

"Before we even walked in, we heard people talking, but their voices were strange, like a dialect, I couldn't understand them, but the village chief seemed to understand them and kept asking them not to ask, because he knew nothing."

"I felt it was strange and was worried about the village chief, so I was about to go in, but I didn't expect a group of people to be killing the villagers."

Thinking back to what happened that night, Yang Afu felt as if the villagers' screams were ringing in his ears, which made his eyes turn red unconsciously.

"I wanted to save them, but I didn't expect to alert the village chief's family. They rushed out to kill me. It was the village chief who tried his best to protect me, so I survived."

"But they chased me relentlessly, so I had no choice but to flee. I couldn't get rid of them after several days. I thought I would die in their hands, but I didn't expect you to save me."

When Yang Afu said this, he suddenly felt that the matter was very subtle.

He clearly hated Chen Changli and his wife so much and regarded them as enemies, yet he was saved by them.

Could it be that God didn't want him to wrongly accuse others, so he made him meet Chen Changli and his wife under such circumstances?

When Yang Afu thought of this, he became more inclined towards Chen Changli and his wife.

"In fact, after seeing the wounds of the villagers, I had a suspicion in my mind." After hearing what Yang Afu said, Chen Changli felt that the situation was stable.

"Who do you suspect?" Yang Afu asked immediately.

"People from foreign countries." Chen Changli emphasized, "Quanrong and Hehe could be the murderers who broke into Wuming Village."

"How is this possible?" Yang Afu was shocked.

Chen Changli immediately took him to observe the villagers' wounds. "This is a wound caused by a machete, so the injured people will bleed profusely."

Wan Shufang gasped: "I was wondering why the river was dyed red with blood? So that's what's going on. Aren't those people torturing people by doing this? They are so abominable."

When Wan Shufang thought about the torture the villagers suffered before their death, she wanted to find the murderers and torture them as well.

Chen Changli was also in a heavy mood, but he remained calm and continued, "As far as I know, this kind of scimitar usually appears on the grassland. It is impossible for us Han people to come into contact with this kind of knife. The most important thing is that you can't understand their language."

He said this while looking at Yang Afu, "Your village has been isolated from the outside world for so many years, but you can understand what my husband and I say. This shows that no matter where we are, even across time, we can still share the same language, but foreigners can't do that."

Upon hearing this, Wan Shufang quickly said, "Their language is not systematic. If you don't deal with them for many years, no one will understand what they say."

"But the village chief understood it." Yang Afu spoke subconsciously, and when he finished speaking, he was stunned.

Chen Changli nodded: "So I think the village chief knows these people, but I don't know why they massacred the village."

Yang Afu found it hard to accept this, and raised his voice, "It's impossible for the village chief to know them, so don't slander him."