"Thank you, Master Jiang."
Li Panchuan and Li Panyi thanked them together, followed their mother Qian Motu and entered the house.
Li Aru wiped the teardrops on his face, and followed behind me as I said.
The villagers knew that we had to discuss countermeasures, and they cooperated very sensibly.
The largest room of Li Wushu's family was filled.
Niu Hong and Xuanyong stay in the yard as I want, and if anyone goes crazy, they can take care of them in time.
Two thousand gold and Jiang Qiba, who were invisible to the villagers, followed me.
I found a place to sit down and wiped my face with the towel handed by the village chief, and then slowly shook my head towards the village chief who was looking forward, meaning that I didn't find Yulong Yujue.
The village chief was disappointed, but I nodded again. Li Wushu was stunned and looked at me puzzledly.
I blinked, but he didn't ask, he walked back to his original position, thinking about it.
I looked at the people in the room, and finally my eyes fell on Qian Motu, and said softly: "Sister, in order to speak smoothly, I have to talk about the details of Yulong Yujue in public. I don't know...?"
I looked at Qian Motu inquiringly.
Qian Motu's face was white, but after all he nodded.
Everyone looked at this scene curiously. You must know that the villagers must not know much about the details of Li Pan'er's death, so they were very curious.
When Li Panchuan and Li Panyi heard this, their faces became sad. After all, the deceased was their eldest sister.
I coughed slightly, and slowly repeated the message I received from Qian Motu and Li Wushu not long ago.
The expressions of the people in the room changed again and again.
Not only did I repeat the matter, but also the analysis afterwards, including the handwriting of the suicide note.
The expressions of everyone are wonderful, because, according to what I said, everyone understands that Li Pan'er's death didn't seem to be suicide, it is more likely that he was lowered.
"Woo, elder sister, I know that you have always been so noble and perfect, and you will never behave like apostasy. I know, who is it, who killed my eldest sister?"
Li Panyi was already crying.
Li Panchuan is a man after all, with a lot of mental firmness, but his eye circles are red.
He patted the third sister on the back comfortingly, and his eyes were angry except for sadness.
Angry that his eldest sister Li Pan'er was actually murdered to that point. If the demon was present, would this young man be afraid that he would be beaten to death by a bench
Everyone whispered
When I got up, I felt that this matter was suspicious and weird.
Qian Motu cried again, uncovering the scars several times in a day, before everyone else, her spirit was about to collapse.
The old man with white beard and hair sighed and said, "Let's just talk about it. Although Pan'er is a strange and peculiar child, she has been very principled since she was a child. How can she come back to the village with a big belly for unknown reasons? Persuaded to give birth to the child?"
"At that time, we old guys were puzzled, but now I finally figured it out. It turned out that it was not from Pan'er's original intention. Alas, what a pity, such a good baby."
"Not really." A group of villagers whispered and sighed.
I sneered and suddenly said, "Why do you say that? Back then, it was indeed Li Baohu's nonsense to release the rumors, but if the rumors spread so quickly to ten miles and eight villages, everyone here has a contribution, right?"
"You...?" The old man with white beard flushed, raised his cane and pointed at me.
"Could it be that I was wrong?"
I stared at the old man without retreat, and my eyes were warning him: "In front of me, no one should want to lean on the old man, that won't work!"
"Cough, cough, cough." The old man's pissed chest rose and fell rapidly, but he didn't dare to break out.
He knows that he has also suffered a life-killing sorcery. Whether he can live depends on whether Niu Hong and I can contribute. In this case, even if you usually say that you are indifferent and arrogant, you don't dare to really happen.
The consequences of offending our masters are no different from digging their own graves.
"Uncle Qi, don't you want to say a few words when you are old, isn't it your home where Baohu first spread the rumors?"
Li Wushu held back for a long time, did not hold back at all, and said such a sentence.
"You bastard, did you talk to your Seventh Uncle like this? It's great to be a village head, isn't it? You, the head of the Li family, don't put my old bones in your eyes? I killed him. You!"
Old man Li was furious, and he lifted his cane to hit Li Wushu.
"You hit him, I won't save you!" I said coldly.
The crutches stopped in the middle of the way. Uncle Li Wushu's seventh uncle's face was cloudy for a long time. After all, he retracted the crutches, sat back in his original position, and said nothing.
Who said that living to seventy and eighty is enough? The old man of the Li family explained very well what it means to cherish life like gold.
"I asked the big guy to come into the room and talk, not because you guys are fighting. If you have a temper, wait for your life to survive this catastrophe.
It's not too late to lose your temper. "
I glanced at the old thing coldly, knowing that this man is usually domineering under the name of the village head Qishushu, and he likes to spread rumors. To be honest, there is no respect for such an old man.
Everyone's faces became more and more ugly, because my words were too rude. But Uncle Qi was frustrated, who would dare to confront me? Don't kill me
Li Panchuan and Li Panyi glared at Uncle Qi for several times, and the old guy pretended not to see them.
Three years ago, Li Pan'er didn't know how many rumors and rumors had been endured. Could her second brother and third sister not hate these villagers who spread the rumors
An old lady who is very old and about to lose her teeth said: "Master Jiang, don't be familiar with them. They are all country folks, uneducated, and usually like chasing after the wind, Zhang's parents, Li Jiadan, and I don’t know that rumors can kill people. , You guys, it's really..."
The old lady seemed to be over ninety years old. She criticized her, including Li Qishu, all bowed their heads and dared not say anything.
"Grandma, I panic with guilt."
After Li Wushu said this, I understood, feelings, this is the mother of Uncle Seven? No wonder the dead old man is like a rabbit.
The old lady waved her hand, but looked at me, her words leaked a bit.
"Master Jiang, you said you went to search for the corpses of Yulong Yujue and Li Paner, dare to ask, what can you find?"
She asked the point.
I took a deep look at the old lady at such an age, took a sigh of relief, and said in a condensed voice, "I didn't explore the tiankeng, so I didn't find Yulong Yujue."
"what?"
Everyone was shocked, puzzled, and talked about it again.
When I raised my hand, the big guy was surprised, and the room returned to quiet. But a pair of puzzled eyes were staring at me.
They don’t understand why I didn’t do things as planned
"Sister Qian, didn't you tell me the truth?"
I suddenly looked at Qian Motu and asked this abruptly.
Qian Motu was so sad that he wiped his tears. He was taken aback.
"Master Jiang, I don't understand what you said. Where do you start?"
"From here." I took out my phone, turned on the screen, and called up the video.
Pass the phone to Qian Motu.
She stared at the screen, her eyes widened suddenly, and her body trembled! It can be seen how horrified his heart is!
The people behind Sister Qian all squeezed to look at the screen and saw clearly, "Chichichi!" Inspiratory voices sounded one after another.
(End of this chapter)