The scene was quiet at first.

The quiet needle drop can be heard.

Although they had known for a long time that the great chief was in danger, everyone at the scene still couldn't accept it when they heard that he was going to prepare for his funeral.

Therefore, everyone who couldn't accept it for a moment stared blankly at the person who announced the funeral arrangements, and no one at all reacted.

quiet.

The silence lasted for five seconds before someone broke the silence and said, "I'm going to prepare the cattle and sheep for sacrifice."

"I'm going to prepare the leaves for burial."

Yu Se didn't understand the language of the people on the island at first, but she just asked for an instant translator from Xue Na and put it on her ears when she got off the car, so she understood it.

"Why do we need to prepare leaves?" Yu Se asked curiously after hearing this.

As a result, when she asked this question, everyone at the scene looked at Yu Se as if they were monsters.

Then one of them frowned and said, "Miss Yu, I know you are Young Master Mo's woman, but our chiefs have already...already...can't you act sad for Young Master Mo's sake? You

This is too much."

"Yes, it's really too much. Scattering leaves means reluctance and sadness. She actually dared to ask." Another person also agreed, and started crying as he spoke.

Wiping her eyes with her hands, she cried very sadly.

Yu Se glanced at the wooden house facing him. There was an older man lying on the wooden board in front of the door, and then pointed, "Are you just planning for his funeral?"

She wasn't sure, so she asked.

"You're going too far, Mr. Yu." As soon as Yu Se finished asking, an older woman rushed over and stretched out her hand to deduce Yu Se.

But before her hand touched Yu Se, she saw a figure flash in front of Yu Se and said, "Back away."

When Mo Jingyao shouted coldly, the elderly woman was frightened, and her hand that was waving in the air suddenly fell down.

Then when he saw it was Mo Jingyao, he immediately started crying, "Young Master Mo, this is too outrageous. The chief is dead, can't this woman say something auspicious?"

"Yes, even if you don't say auspicious words, then you shouldn't say such emotionless and cold words, can't you?"

"Okay, stop arguing and notify every household quickly. First, pay attention to whose house the escaped assassin quietly sneaked into to continue killing people. Second, the indigenous people on the island are preparing to mourn the great chief." The person who had previously notified the funeral preparations again

He rushed to the scene and said anxiously.

The great chief is dead, and the people who can guard the door of his house should all be people of some status on this small island.

Everyone looked at Yu Se and wanted to say something more, but when they looked at Mo Jingyao, they didn't dare to say anything.

But there was resentment in his eyes towards Yu Se.

They turned around with resentment and went to prepare for the funeral of the great chief.

Seeing that everyone was about to leave, Yu Se couldn't help but speak again, "Who is the other one who is going to die?"

Since you are here with Mo Jingyao, you must pay some attention to him.

"You are the one who is going to die, he is not dead." The person who originally turned to leave turned around again when he heard Yu Se ask this, and became even angrier this time.

He was panting so hard that he almost rushed over and tore Yu Se into pieces.

But their eyes definitely showed that they wanted to tear the metaphor into pieces.

"Where is he?" Yu Se was too lazy to pay attention to these people, turned around and asked Bisangro.

Now she just wants to see how that person is doing. As for what other people think of her or say about her, she doesn't care at all.

"In the next room." Bisanluo responded to Yu Se in a low voice, otherwise he would have felt that the anger of everyone at the scene towards Yu Se would be transferred to him.

But even though he was very quiet, because Yu Se only asked him at the scene with a trusting look on his face, everyone else stared at him, "Bisangluo, who asked you to tell her?"

"She is not sad when someone dies, but looks indifferent. The woman that Mr. Mo is looking for disappoints us so much. It's a shame that in order to make her happy, we collectively responded to Mr. Mo's call tonight, and every household ordered it.

She held a torch without turning on the light, yet she did this to our chief."

Yu Se followed the direction of Bisangluo's finger and walked to another wooden house. After seeing the man lying on the wooden board, he said: "Stop, everyone, there is no need to prepare."

Her volume was neither high nor low, but for some reason, everyone present could hear her clearly.

The man who had appeared twice before, the first time to notify the chief to prepare for the funeral, and the second time to come to her rescue, was also angry at this moment, and turned to Yu Se angrily, "Miss Yu, what do you mean?"

He informed the chief to pay his respects, but this woman who had just arrived on the island today dared to stop her.

Although she is Young Master Mo's woman, she doesn't care about him.

Young Master Mo didn't even stop him. This woman had no right at all. She had gone too far.

"Drive her away."

"let her go."

"Walk."

"Must go."

There were repeated calls to drive away the metaphors.

Bisanluo couldn't stand listening anymore, so he felt that Yu Se was not an unreasonable person, "Everyone, calm down, maybe this is not..."

"How can you be so calm? Everyone is gone. She actually doesn't let us prepare for the great chief's funeral. What does she want? I think she might be with the killer and she's just here to cause trouble."

"That's right, she is part of a group of killers. Let's go together and kill her."

"Kill her."

"Kill her."

The crowd was furious. They had gone from wanting to drive Yu Se out of the island to wanting to kill her at this moment.

The conversion is extremely fast.

After all, someone died.

Therefore, it is particularly easy to create an atmosphere of common hatred and hatred.

Yu Se was really speechless. Seeing that everyone was angry with the informer, she couldn't help but look at him, "You are..."

"He is the adopted son of the chief." Bisanluo was afraid that the two of them would quarrel, so he quickly told Yu Se to reduce the friction between the two of them, and whispered.

"Oh, it turns out he is an adopted son, so if the chief dies, can he inherit the position of chief?" There seem to be quite a lot of aborigines on this small island, so the position of chief is also very popular.

of.

Xiao thought there must be many people in this position.

When he heard that he was an adopted son, Yu Se's eyes turned cold when he looked at this man.

Just because this person dared to provoke everyone's anger towards her, she had no good impression of this person.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I just want to hold a funeral for my father." The man explained.

Yu Se ignored him and turned to look at Mo Jingyao, "I know medical skills. Does this person know?"

"Mengmi knows." Mo Jingyao glanced at the man and told the truth.

At the same time, I also instantly understood why Yu Se asked herself.
Chapter completed!