Memories from his childhood and the door in his memory guided him to arrange the feng shui of his home into this state.
This is cause and effect, and it is also caused by fate.
At this moment, the little thing suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a half-dead locust tree in front of the girl's house. That was many years ago.
I quickly picked up my cell phone and called my parents first, asking if I could contact anyone in the village.
Then call some people in the village.
This series of processes sounds simple, but it actually takes a lot of trouble.
Tang Sanmu did not interrupt, but waited silently.
It's already past eleven o'clock at night, but the little thing can't wait for dawn to get a phone call.
"Hello, third uncle, I am Zhang Shulin's grandson. I would like to ask, how is the little girl I went home to play with now?"
"Mom, I'm sorry for disturbing your rest in the middle of the night. I am Zhang Shulin's grandson. I want to ask..."
"Hello, Brother Zhang, I am grandson..."
After making many phone calls, Xiaodao returned to the live broadcast room again.
"I asked around and people in the village said that the girl ran away from the village ten years ago and is no longer in the village.
She also said that she suffered too much in the first half of her life, and maybe she could enjoy some happiness or something by running away." The little thing muttered.
Then he took a few deep breaths: "Master Tang, I'm going to tell you her name and birthday.
It turns out that it’s not that I don’t remember her name, but that she has never been embarrassed to tell me her name..."
At this time, the little thing had already sent the girl's name and birthday. Tang Sanmu took a look at the girl's name - Zhao Paiqian.
Sigh and mourn for this name.
The horoscope of a dead person means nothing, but Tang Sanmu can use the method of observing the soul.
Eyes penetrate the ghostly past, and one word tells the story of past and present lives.
The method of soul viewing is somewhat similar to asking rice, maybe you can find out what the girl's soul went through before she died.
A bowl of clear water, a stick of fragrance, and a yellow paper talisman jingling.
The incense was inserted into the water, but it did not fall down, but stood in the bowl.
The water rippled and the bell rang, Tang Sanmu waved the drawn talisman twice in his hand.
"The wandering soul does not go to the netherworld, and the grievances in the heart can never be cleared. Today, the edict is here to welcome the spirit, and the copper bells welcome the enlightenment of the heart!"
As soon as he said this, Tang Sanmu threw the talisman high in his hand, and the talisman burned quickly in the void.
Then it turned into paper ashes and fell like a goddess scattering flowers.
Then the shadow in front of the little thing suddenly disappeared, and instead it was behind Tang Sanmu. As the bell rang, other bells hanging on the wall also swayed gently.
There was a gentle breeze, and another black shadow had appeared behind him.
At first glance, it seems that Tang Sanmu has two shadows.
"I'll go! Is this summoning spirits? Master Tang is really amazing!"
"Haha, can such a long distance be passed in a single thought? This wave really belongs to the shuttle space."
"Trivia, the spirit body itself is a kind of energy, and it can be temporarily made to appear in other places through magic."
Tang Sanmu nodded: "That's right, the spell I cast just showed a phantom.
But the real spirit body is actually still trapped in the little thing’s friend’s home.”
After finishing speaking, Tang Sanmu closed his eyes slightly and muttered something softly in his mouth. The bell still swayed gently, and his voice was neither urgent nor sharp, rising melodiously.
He seemed to be talking to the figure, but no one could hear him.
The process was long, but the friends were not impatient.
The anchor seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed, and there was no movement. The friends were discussing among themselves, guessing in which direction things would develop.
Maybe looking at all the live broadcast rooms of Internet celebrities, none of them will show such a scene, right?
A full ten minutes passed, except for the occasional voice of impatience or questioning, which was quickly suppressed.
The moment Tang Sanmu opened his eyes again, the ringing stopped suddenly and the incense in the water bowl slowly fell.
The figure behind him disappeared directly, and everything ended so abruptly.
At the same time, the black shadow on the other side of the little thing started to shake again, walked up to the wall, bumped gently, and made another thumping sound.
But this time the little thing no longer felt scary, only felt a burst of sadness.
"Master Tang, have you asked clearly?" the little thing asked cautiously.
Tang Sanmu nodded: "The deceased's father lied.
Ten years ago, the girl did have the intention to run away because life in the village was too hard.
She wanted to go to that dream-like city, experience the happiness even for just one day, and see those colorful things.
Unfortunately, his father dragged him back halfway and beat him severely again.
The girl failed to survive in the end, and all the dreams and colors stayed in the dream.
Her body was buried under the locust tree."
Nether Maniac: Damn, my blood pressure soared when I heard this. How could there be such a father in this world?
I am Little Pineapple: I really shed tears. I am so sad, so sad!
Dark Angel: Well, in that kind of environment, isn't this a relief?
Looking at the little thing with empty eyes, Tang Sanmu said: "Everything has cause and effect, and everything is caused by cause and effect.
If you hadn't outlined such a dream for her, she wouldn't be so persistent.
Although the promise you made in the past has not been fulfilled, now you have another chance to protect her.
The evil man is fine, but he has the hatred of the underworld.
Uneasy in the earth, trapped in a ghostly figure.
Since you promised to protect her, now you know what to do, right?"
The little thing's originally empty eyes suddenly showed some aura, and he stood up suddenly: "Let the bad guys get the punishment they deserve, and then bury the girl's body somewhere else!
Thank you Master Tang! I really don’t know how to thank you!”
Tang Sanmu shook his head: "It's all God's will. I'm just a passer-by in fate, no need to thank you.
Behind the girl's house, there is a hammer buried. It is the murder weapon, and everyone in the village can recognize it. The hammer is a tool that her father often used in the past."
After the little thing gave Tang Sanmu a wave of rewards, he hung up Lian Mai and prepared to set off overnight.
Now that we have the evidence and know the murderer, it is easy for the bad guys to receive the punishment they deserve.
After hanging up the microphone, Tang Sanmu also said good night and turned off the live broadcast under a burst of sighs from everyone.
He was also very depressed.
Two years after the girl was buried under the locust tree, the locust tree died and was broken at the waist.
Some of the dead branches were not used as matches, but were accumulated under a pile of junk.
By some strange combination of circumstances, he was put on a truck delivering agricultural and sideline products to the city, and was used to press the plastic sheet to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.
I have gone through so many setbacks and twists and turns before I can come to the front of the little thing.
She traveled across the ocean and traveled thousands of miles just for the little thing's words, "I will protect you."
…
Do you ever remember the heroic words of your childhood?
Have all the promises made to friends in the past been fulfilled?
A casual child's words became that person's lifelong thoughts. Whether he was alive or dead, he was chasing and longing for...
It's a pity that the mottled colors and cheerful smile can no longer be seen.
Tang Sanmu tossed and turned on the bed for a while before falling asleep.
When I woke up the next morning, a piece of news came into view——
Two famous mukbang celebrities were actually coerced. Where is the bottom line for practitioners?
The comments are even more exciting:
"I have long said that we should put an end to the trend of these magic arts. You see, there are more and more ghosts and snake gods on the Internet."
"There is no other way. The only thing I can do is that the threshold for magic is getting lower and lower, and any character can be tested."
"You can't beat him to death with a stick, don't you know how this matter was found out? It was the anchor named Tang Sanmu who saw it! That Tang Sanmu is very popular now!"
"Haha, who knows if he will do something outrageous one day? These are all aliens, and they have done too much harm to ordinary people."
Everyone expressed their opinions. After reading a few pieces, Tang Sanmu rubbed his face and put his phone aside.
After washing up and eating, I saw another piece of news——
A young man chases a murderer thousands of miles away. Can a murder case ten years ago be vindicated?
The gloom in Tang Sanmu's heart had just dissipated a little, and he showed a faint smile.
This little thing is very fast and very smart. Instead of going directly to the enemy to fight, he first went to find a helper.
There is also a person whose ID is God's Key Holder who made up a story about Tang Sanmu and Little Thing's Lianmai and published it everywhere.
Some people find it ridiculous and say that everything is too coincidental. There are some things in this world that if you make a mistake, you will miss it.
There are also people who firmly believe that as long as the expectations in their hearts are strong enough, they can push the wheel of destiny.
After reading for a while, Jiang Feng called and muttered anxiously: "Miki, have you seen the news about two mukbang being coerced, and now more than a dozen people have been arrested?"
Tang Sanmu smiled: "Brother Feng actually pays attention to these things?
But you don’t seem to be very well informed, otherwise you would know that this matter has a lot to do with me.”
Over there, Jiang Feng patted his forehead: "Oh, look, I'm confused!
I have a pretty good relationship with the policeman handling the case there, and I learned some inside information from him!
This group of people is actually related to Boss Wolf! I will send you some videos now, you can take a look!"
After Tang Sanmu heard this, he agreed.
However, Jiang Feng's video was not sent over for a long time. On the contrary, more than ten minutes later, Jiang Feng himself rushed in furiously.
Panting heavily, he entered the room and kept mumbling: "Miki, it's so shocking, so shocking.
Let me tell you, after reading this, I guarantee your jaw will drop!"
Tang Sanmu asked: "Didn't you say you would send it to me? Why did you go there in person?"
"No, no, the Internet cannot express the shock in my heart. I have to convey it to you face to face." Jiang Feng waved his hands, sat down calmly, and took out a laptop.
Who would have thought that this was Brother Feng who was so cold in everyone's eyes that no one dared to offend him.
Clicking on one of the videos, the screen flashed a few times, and a thin man appeared under the moonlight, surrounded by dancing candlelight.
He was holding a dry skull in his hand, and the eye sockets of the skull were full of black insects.
A woman's mouth was opened, and the skull slowly came closer.