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Chapter 113: Chapter 109: Midnight Updates are the Deadliest!

The mechanism for activating the Character Card really is bizarre and varied.

More importantly, the Character Card that Hong Rao considered as rare as the Resurrection Card, he activated again.

Having endured the memories from his Second Level Script's Character Card, now dealing with the memories from a first level script barely phased him; he was momentarily confused before he quickly recovered.

In an instant, his expression became very odd.

Upon activating the Character Card task, one could obtain all the memories of the character, which was essentially like having half the script in hand.

Then Xu Shuo realized that this time he might probably possibly perhaps still... couldn't escape the identity of the murderer.

Although he hadn't committed arson or murder, the other things he did were pretty much the same.

Fortunately, his mindset had already settled; as long as the script didn't collapse, that was fine. This time it was a disguise script chosen by Hong Rao; it couldn't fall apart no matter what! Enjoy more content from mvl

For a moment Xu Shuo's eyes flashed fiercely, but he quickly hid the expression as the little girl came over.

"Uncle Dai, what are you looking at?" the little girl asked curiously, sticking her head out.

"Nothing," Xu Shuo patted her on the head and smiled. "You can take a nap now. Uncle will pick you up for dinner at my place tonight."

According to the memories, the little girl had visited almost every household, essentially growing up on others' cooking. Bringing her home wouldn't raise any suspicions.

The little girl wasn't actually sleepy, but upon hearing his suggestion, she obediently nodded.

...

After leaving the ancestral hall, Xu Shuo went straight back to his own home.

He wasn't hungry as he had already eaten before coming, so he didn't cook at noon. However, farmers are experts at stockpiling grain and food; Xu Shuo found a bag of wheat flour cakes from the cupboard.

He packed the food in his sack along with a large pot of water filled from a thermos, bringing enough provisions for several days.

Then, he remembered a box of chess stored in a drawer and also tossed it into his bag.

In the afternoon, not many people moved around in the village; they were all busy in the fields.

The village chief's land was being worked on by hired help, so there was no need for Xu Shuo to be concerned about it. After preparing his things, he didn't need to use the front door and simply headed towards the mountains through the back yard.

The mountainous area was covered with a bamboo forest, belonging to the Village Chief's House; further back, the land was divided with different fruit trees planted.

Continuing deeper, it gradually became unexplored territory.

Xu Shuo, carrying a stick he had picked up at random, nonchalantly knocked against the underbrush, cautiously made his way past a path filled with thorny branches, and carefully slid down a slope covered with loose stones and clods of earth to stand at the bottom.

In front of him was a dense thicket, but in fact, if one pushed aside the outer disguising plants, a cave entrance could be seen.

The dingy and dry passageway of the cave started narrow, and after stooping for a while, it opened up; inside, it was pitch black, and even the light at the cave entrance was reduced to a mere speck.

"Who's there?" Suddenly, a faint voice echoed in the deathly still darkness of the cave.

"It's me," Xu Shuo said.

After he responded, the voice went silent.

Xu Shuo's vision wasn't hindered by the darkness; he walked straight to the wall and lit a candle with a match, brightening the small cave somewhat.

After lighting two candles, the whole small cave was finally illuminated.

In a corner of the rough and uneven cave, an old man clad in a gray cloth robe sat on the ground. His complexion was wan, his expression dazed, and his whole being appeared utterly listless.

After all, he had not eaten for a day, and he was an old man.

The cave was cluttered with various objects, faintly wafting the stench of metabolism. In this unventilated space, the odor was suffocatingly nauseating.

In the uneven cave, there were protruding rocks, and one of those rocks was chained to the old man's right foot, binding him to this place.

This was the missing Old Village Chief.

After lighting the candle, Xu Shuo walked over, placing his travel bag next to the old man, opened it, and took out some water and food.

Seeing him approach, the old man's murky gaze sharpened, anger and disappointment crossed his face, and he trembled with rage, about to curse out, "You this—"

"Eat first, curse after you're done," Xu Shuo said as he stuffed a white bread bun into the old man's open mouth.

The old man bit into the bun instinctively. The food he had brought last time had run out yesterday, but the Acting Village Chief hadn't delivered any food yet. Indeed, he had been hungry for a whole day.

No matter how filled with anger and resentment he was, he couldn't let his body collapse.

So, as the old man ate and cursed, Xu Shuo stood up, dragged out the chamber pot from the cave, carried it a distance away, and dumped it in the bushes.

Upon returning, he dutifully tidied up the chaotically messy cave.

But due to the lack of ventilation, that faint, lingering stench couldn't be dispelled, which made Xu Shuo reluctant to even yawn, feeling slightly nauseated with each breath.

The old man didn't have such reservations. Perhaps because of his extreme hunger, he could still eat despite the foul air.

After all, he had been living like this for several months now; no matter how unacceptable it at first seemed, one could get used to it.

Xu Shuo silently watched him, casually handing him water when he choked and waiting until he was almost finished eating before speaking, "A few more days."

"Hm?" The old man didn't grasp the meaning at first.

"All those matters will be over in a few days, and then I'll let you out," Xu Shuo continued.

Hearing this, the old man's thoughts churned for a moment before he realized what was being said, and he asked in a flurry, "What are you planning to do? I'm telling you, you'd better not mess around, this whole village is the foundation of our ancestors, you start these things, ain't you afraid of shaming your lineage!"

By the end of his tirade, the old man was furiously cursing again.

Xu Shuo listened calmly to his tirade and, once the old man took a break for breath, said again, "That's why I won't be coming over for the next few days, not until everything is over. There's enough food there for you for a week. Also, if you get bored, you can play chess by yourself."

As he spoke, Xu Shuo took out the chess set.

Look how considerate he was. Although the old man wasn't his real father, Xu Shuo had gone out of his way to prepare an entertaining activity, in order to fulfil his role dutifully.

Infuriated, the old man knocked over the chess set!

"You unfilial child!"

He trembled with rage again, his gaunt face full of fury, "You have to complicate things, don't you, you have to be the laughingstock of the outside world, can't you walk the straight and narrow!"

"You've misunderstood," Xu Shuo said, picking up the chess set. "These next few days, I plan to deal with the 'Green-Faced Fangs' issue. But there are too many eyes outside, so I must handle it secretly. That's why you can't go back yet."

If the Old Village Chief appeared now, given the old man's temperament, there would undoubtedly be an explosion and Xu Shuo's identity would be exposed, and it would also hinder his actions.

At the moment, he not only needed to complete the main mission and retrieve the Character Card, but he also had to fill the "Acting Village Chief" card slot.

So, since the Old Village Chief had been living here for several months already, it wouldn't hurt to continue for a few more days.