Meng Li raised his eyebrows: "Oh? So magical."
The villagers nodded, and Meng Li said, "Then their mysterious doctors don't have any way to harm people?"
"A way to harm people? I heard there is one." The villagers looked at Meng Li mysteriously, and Meng Li looked back indifferently.
Then the villagers refused to say anything.
This made Meng Li laugh. This man was a bit funny.
That’s all.
She gave another 100 yuan to the villagers, but the villagers refused twice, pretending not to accept it, saying that they didn't mean it. When Meng Li was about to collect the money, he said thank you to Meng Li again and accepted the money.
He praised Meng Li for his kindness and generosity.
Meng Li just laughed.
The villager said: "There was a mysterious doctor in their clan who harmed people. He made enemies outside, and then his enemy fell off a cliff and died. It was a coincidence. Everyone said they were the cause of death, but no one dared to show it in front of them. They talked to each other, and they were all afraid of getting into trouble."
Meng Li asked: "Did they leave any books behind?"
These should be inheritances, and you can also find out whether there are spells in them. At least you can find some evidence to prove that it is from their family. Although what Tang's mother said is close to ten, there is no conclusive evidence.
The villager said: "After Old Man Jiang died, the village chief brought people to their house to pack things. It is said that there were several boxes of books left by Old Man Jiang. Some people wanted to learn from them, but they couldn't understand them."
"Where's the book?" Meng Li asked.
The villager said: "The village chief took it away, but later it was burned by the village chief's grandson. He accidentally burned it all while playing with fire, and the house was almost gone."
Meng Li nodded and said nothing. It was God's will. If God wanted to destroy these things, he couldn't keep them.
The inheritance has ended.
The evidence stopped there.
Now that everyone is dead, it is even harder to find evidence. It seems that the only way to reply to the client is to take the answer. Mother Tang knows best who will do something to her child.
However, Meng Li still kept an extra thought in mind, in case the village chief hid these books and burned them as an excuse.
She asked the villagers about the location of the village chief's house, what the village chief's house looked like and what color the wall tiles were. The villagers told them one by one. Meng Li searched with his mental power and found the village chief's house. I looked hard enough, but I really couldn't find those cabinets of books.
They are all children's textbooks, books that his grandson needs to study.
"By the way, is his grandson great?" Meng Li asked.
The villager said: "His grandson? He seems to have been dead for a few years. If he is still alive, he is about the same age as me? Not as old as me."
Meng Li hummed.
The villager frowned and thought for a while, then said:
"His grandson didn't want to stay in the mountain village and promised his grandpa not to use those things when he went out, but he still died unexpectedly. I heard that his grandson was very talented. His grandpa often said with emotion that if God could tolerate them, his grandson would be able to Create greater success.”
"What is his grandson like?" Meng Li asked.
The villager hesitated: "As a person?"
"I have little contact with them, but I feel like they are pretty good people."
Meng Li said oh.
That’s all, don’t ask anymore.
"Thank you, there's nothing more I want to know." She said politely to the villagers.
The villager laughed, with yellow teeth showing on his dark face, and said to Meng Li, "Why are you getting out? Do you want me to see you off?"
Meng Li: "Can you send me off?"
"I have a tricycle. I can go down the mountain road, take the main road, and take a little detour." The villager said.
Meng Li took another look at the Jiang family's house. If a heavy rain comes, it will be destroyed. Time will sooner or later completely bury the traces of their existence. It can only be said that their fate is such that it is not tolerated by heaven.
"Then I'll trouble you." Meng Li was too lazy to walk down and asked the villagers to go home to get the tricycle while he walked around the Jiang family's house.
She was about to leave, thinking that she wouldn't find anything more, but she didn't expect to use her mental power to scan it carefully, and found something. She found a red cloth package under the tattered and collapsed wooden bed in the bedroom.
Enduring the pungent musty smell, she took out the thing. It was wrapped in layers of thick red cloth. The outermost cloth was chewed by mice. There was a book wrapped inside. This book It was wrapped in many plastic bags on the outside, but it was still rotten on the inside, or it might have rotted before it was wrapped.
This thing was originally placed under the mattress, but because the bed collapsed and the mattress was rotten, it fell under the bed.
Meng Li turned over the rotten pages of the book. There were even many bugs inside. It was impossible to read all the fonts on it. There were only a handful of words that could be read clearly on one page, but even so, Meng Li could guess what this was based on those words. What a book.
This is the professional book in their field, there are ways to harm people and there are ways to save them.
And I also found an introduction that was suspected to be a spell. There are many kinds of spells, so I am just talking about them in general terms. Meng Li hesitated, this book can be considered as evidence.
At least it proves that Tang’s mother’s first love really knows these things, and his family is good at them.
To further confirm Tang’s mother’s judgment.
Meng Li shook the book, shaking off all the bugs inside, and then took out a clean plastic bag from his bag. This was brought with him when he set off from home. It was originally intended to be used to store snacks and garbage on the road. , but she really wasn't interested in food, so she didn't eat anything along the way, so she kept the bag on her body, which is now useful.
Meng Li wrapped the book in a plastic bag and put it in his bag. Then he kicked the red cloth and other garbage he pulled out back under the bed.
She used her mental power to scan around, hoping to find other discoveries, and finally found a book written by someone. There was nothing important in the book. From the only remaining words, it could be seen that it was all about complaining that God would not tolerate him. It must be Tang It was written by my mother’s first love, my grandfather.
She didn't take this thing with her because it had no meaning to her. Then she heard the noise and looked over mentally to see villagers riding tricycles clanking over on the muddy road.
Before she walked out of the house, she raised her eyes and glanced at the top of her head. The tile was placed on it, and the surrounding tiles had fallen down. It was teetering on it at the moment, as if a gust of wind could blow the tiles off and hit her on top of her head. This urged Meng Li He walked faster, walked out of the door faster, stood under the eaves, and looked at the villagers.
The tricycle could no longer drive over, so Meng Li walked out and sat next to the villagers. Two people could sit in front of him. Perhaps he was worried that Meng Li would think his car was dirty, so he specially found a new towel to lay it there. , Meng Li smiled, quite satisfied with this detail of the villagers.
It's just that the towels were not neatly padded, maybe it was caused by the bumps on the road. He said to Meng Li, "Please help me get it. It's specially for you to sit on."
Meng Li smiled: "Thank you."
She pulled the towel and sat on it.