After rejecting the marriage, the head of the Qin family was crushed by me.

Chapter 141 Funeral
"Well, in our place, only members of the leader's family are eligible to be buried for seven days after death and be memorialized by all the civilians." Carlo nodded, "This is the rule of the tribe."

"That's it." Qianzhe Mian nodded with understanding, "You guys wait for me a moment, I'll go get something."

She turned around and entered the room, seemingly not caring whether the two men would barge in at the door.

In fact, the two people at the door had no intention of barging in. They were just discussing what exactly Mr. Anton would give them.

Qianzhe Mian didn't keep them waiting for too long.

She walked out of the house and handed the wooden box in her hand to Marshall solemnly: "This is a photo of my mother-in-law. In addition, there is a black and white one that can be used as a posthumous photo."

"Mr. Anton..." Marshall took the wooden box blankly, "Really... thank you so much... I am an orphan, my mother-in-law raised me... I don't know how to repay her in this life... … She has always wanted a photo, and now… she got her wish.”

"You're welcome." Qian Zhemian shook his head, "By the way, if I attend the funeral tomorrow, is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

"There's nothing to worry about." Carlo replied hurriedly, "As long as you're here."

"Okay, then I'm going to have a rest first. You should also rest early." Qian Zhemian nodded politely to them and closed the door.

She returned to the table, took off the mask used to disguise herself, and changed back into her own clothes. Under the dim light, the paper also reflected a soft light, reflecting the back of the girl's hand, which was white and tender, as if her whole body had been plated. Added a soft glow.

She drew the fields she saw today on the paper word by word, stroke by stroke, marking the entrances and exits and the types of crops.

When it was all over, she turned off the lights, lay on the bed, and fell asleep.

The next day, at nine o'clock in the morning, the sky was gloomy. Qianzhe Mian got out of bed and picked out a black shirt and a pair of black pants. Together with the face she wore now, it made her look low-key and stern.

She randomly stuffed two mouthfuls of bread, hugged her camera, and left the house early.

It felt good to have no entourage behind me, Qianzhe Mian thought, walking to the edge of the farmland where poppies were grown, and took a few pictures of poppies.

This crop blooms in April...

Qianzhe Mian secretly calculated the time.

It seems that her speed is still faster.

With this in mind, she wandered to a place close to the center of the tribe. There was a canteen here and a very grand room next to it.

Qianzhe Mian quietly took photos and asked the locals where that house was.

The locals babbling in the extremely non-standard A country dialect said: "That is where the leader keeps confidential documents. If ordinary people go in, they will pay with their lives!"

Qianzhe Mian thanked them and left quietly.

It turned out to be a confidential document...

She just doesn't know if there is any information she wants to know in this confidential document?
Thinking like this, she walked towards the funeral site.

The deceased old man seemed to have a high prestige among the common people. Most of the people in the tribe arrived. They were wearing various clothes and crying heartily.

Qianzhe Mian stood aside and took photos of the crowd.

Such solemn and solemn moments are rare, and even for a person as indifferent as she is, it is difficult not to be affected.

Marshall knelt at the front of the team and kowtowed three times.

Qianzhe Mian silently placed the wild flowers she picked from the roadside in front of the old man's grave.

Carlo didn't cry, but judging from his expression, he was trying his best to hold back his tears. "Didn't you just come here in recent years?" Qianzhe Mian was a little curious and asked quietly after finishing.

"I am also an orphan, and it is indeed a coincidence that I came here... The person who takes care of me the most here is my mother-in-law." Carlo lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, "Her grandson is being hunted by me. It was time to fall off the cliff..."

"Why are you chasing her grandson?" Qianzhe Mian became even more "curious".

"No comment." Carlo suddenly calmed down and said coldly.

Qianzhe Mian shrugged: "It doesn't matter, this is your secret."

Carlo looked at her suspiciously, but said nothing after all.

Qianzhe Mian put away her camera, ran all the way back to her residence, and once again drew today's harvest. At this time, an extremely detailed tribal map appeared on her paper.

She looked at her results with satisfaction, but suddenly remembered that there was still a map to the north that she had not drawn.

Qianzhe Mian frowned, the north side... seemed... to be a factory?
Looks like I have to find a way to sneak in.

Wait, the north side of the tribe?

Something is wrong...this is wrong...this is very wrong!

Qianzhe Mian stopped holding the object.

She suddenly remembered that members of the Killer Alliance also had a factory nearby!
Shouldn't...

Her eyes were full of murderous intent. It seemed that she needed to reshuffle the killer alliance. No one who tried to challenge her bottom line would survive!
Qianzhe Mian put all the developed photos into his pocket and walked out like nothing happened.

On the way, although the residents were depressed, they still cheered up and greeted her when they saw her.

Chizuri Mian responded one by one and distributed the photos in his pocket.

Walking all the way to the leader's house, she knocked gently on the door twice.

"Mr. Anton, are you here to see the leader?" It was the woman who opened the door. She was obviously very embarrassed. "The leader went out early in the morning and didn't take me with him...I...rarely have leisure time..."

"Oh, that's it. Do you mind if I come in and sit for a while?" Qian Zhemian smiled brightly, kindly and respectfully.

"Please, I can still do this." The woman smiled gently and turned sideways to let Qian Zhemian into the house.

"First of all, this is it." Qianzhe Mian sat on the sofa and handed the two wooden boxes in his pocket to the woman, "Here are your photos."

She handed the box with a flower engraved on it to the woman and placed the other box on the coffee table: "This is the leader's photo."

"Thank you..." The woman lowered her head and hesitated for a few seconds before she said in a low voice, "Mr. Anton, you are actually not from country A, but from country D..."

"Why do you ask?" Qianzhe Mian calmly took a sip of the tea served by the woman and leaned back on the sofa calmly, not at all nervous about having his identity exposed.

"You tell me first, right?" The woman was unusually persistent, her black eyes fixed on Qian Zhemian.

"My current nationality is indeed country A. As for blood... I vaguely remember that my father's generation is of mixed blood from country D." Qianzhe Mian sighed, "But it's a pity..."

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