Chapter: 133

The sheep's gaze froze for a moment.

Lumian smiled:

"It's very spiritual, you know what I'm talking about?"

The sheep's eyes returned to normal, and it turned its head to the side, eating the hay.

"Ignore me?" Lumian rubbed his chin, "I'll find Pierre Berry to buy you back later, and I'll eat it tonight!"

The sheep didn't respond.

It bit some hay and pulled it hard.

The haystack collapsed suddenly, and Lumian, who was a "hunter", saw something sharply.

His expression sank, he walked over, and squatted down to take a closer look.

It was a few pieces of nails wrapped around black hair, the kind that were cut off.

"Why is this outside the house?" Lumian whispered in surprise.

As a Kordu, he certainly understands the funeral customs in the Darliege area. He knows that after the death of a family member, some of the hair and nails of the deceased will be cut off, and they will be hidden somewhere in the house secretly, so as not to affect the constellations and keep good memories. luck effect.

How did something like this end up in a haystack outside a house?

Lumian picked up the nails that were entwined with hair, and began to observe while weighing them.

It looks very new, as if it was cut not long ago... He quickly made a judgment.

But the entire Kordu village has not died recently!

Lumian could only suspect that this was a kind of witchcraft similar to funeral customs, and planned to go back and ask his sister for advice.

In order not to arouse suspicion, he stuffed those few nails and black hair back into the haystack, restoring the messy scene.

Having done all this, he walked towards the wooden fence.

After a few steps forward, he looked back at the three sheep again, and with the mentality of giving it a try and nothing to lose, he sighed in a soliloquy:

"Pierre Berry is really a little bit wrong. He rushed back to the village before May...

"Has he committed a crime outside?

"As a good citizen of Intis and a devout follower of God, should I go to Darliege and find out?"

The three sheep just looked at him, did not move, and their eyes did not change.

There is nothing special about IQ either... Lumian sighed secretly, disappointed for a while.

He immediately raised his hands, thumbs up, index fingers down, and made a contemptuous gesture.

What's wrong with mocking sheep when you're in a bad mood?

In the next second, the sheep whose body had been checked by Lumian suddenly took a few steps forward, and there seemed to be a little more brilliance called hope in its eyes.

It raised its front hooves and drew on the dirt.

Lumian was dazed and confused, and was momentarily stunned.