About a quarter of an hour later, Pei Jitong walked into the corner with a drunk man.
Hua Wanzhao took a deep breath and stared into the man's eyes, smoke flowing.
There was a crack in Li Muhan's unchanging ice face: Is this the soul-stirring technique?! This Qi refining disciple is indeed not simple!
Soon, the man's pupils lost focus.
"Hehe...beauty..."
Pei Jitong couldn't help but frown when he heard the man's frivolous words.
Hua Wanzhao opened her red lips lightly and said in a hollow voice: "I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you have to answer them truthfully."
"Beauty...beauty, ask...ask..."
Hua Wanzhao asked: "When did people in the village start disappearing?"
"Half...half a year ago."
Hua Wanzhao then asked: "Why not report it to the government?"
"The village chief said, the government doesn't care." After saying that, the man added, "Those sons of bitches, if they take money and don't do anything, we will kill them sooner or later!"
"When did the monks from Dingzen Mountain come?"
"Yes..." The man didn't answer immediately this time. He might have been confused by drinking, "It's been a few days anyway."
Li Muhan wanted to speak out. They heard these things from the village chief yesterday. Hua Wanzhao was also present at that time. Although he didn't understand why Pei Jitong valued a Qi Refining disciple so much, wasn't it a waste of time to ask these questions?
"Now, I want to know, when did the monk from Dingzen Mountain leave?"
"Three days ago."
"So, when did Cui Shu's wife die?"
Upon hearing this question, a trace of fear flashed through the man's dull eyes, and his body trembled slightly.
Pei Jitong and Li Muhan looked at each other and knew that Hua Wanzhao's question was on point. The man's reaction said everything.
Hua Wanzhao asked again: "How did she die?"
"How did she die...how did she die..." the man kept repeating, his expression suddenly turned ferocious, "She died of illness! Yes, she died of illness!"
"Eh? Isn't this Yang Da's voice?" A voice suddenly came from the yard across the wall.
"This guy is still moaning when he comes out to put some water in the water...Yang Da, hurry up!"
Pei Jitong hurriedly urged in a low voice: "Little Master, they are out to find someone!"
The shock in Li Muhan's eyes was too obvious. He had never expected that Hua Wanzhao had such an identity.
Hua Wanzhao closed her eyes and stopped performing the spell. But she hated the disgusting look this man looked at her, so she fired a burst of spiritual power at him.
The man's head suddenly hit the wall and he fainted.
Before joining the others, Pei Jitong did not forget to remind him: "My little master is relatively low-key, so I ask fellow Taoist Li not to make any noise."
Li Muhan:......
Because of the use of the soul-obsessing technique, I didn't have enough energy to spend the night, so I had to stay in bed in the afternoon.
She was really resistant to the kang in the room, so Mu Linxiao took out a soft one from her storage bag and Hua Wanzhao reluctantly lay down on it to rest.
Pei Jitong looked at this qi-refining disciple strangely - the storage bags that qi-refining disciples can use generally don't have much space. How squeamish is he, a man, to waste so much space on a useless soft bag?
"Since there is really no clue outside, we will focus on the existing clues."
With that said, Pei Jitong ordered a few clever disciples to go to the villagers to inquire about Cui Shu.
There was no hope for Beidou Sha to inquire about this kind of thing, so Li Muhan ordered two people to see if it was possible to repair the exorcism circle outside the village or find the mole based on the damage traces.
After Mu Linxiao confirmed that Hua Wanzhao was just suffering from excessive mental energy consumption, he quietly left.
He put up an invisibility charm and found the house where the banquet was being held at noon.
The meal was over and the woman was cleaning up. Yang Da and his son were so drunk that they lay on the kang and fell asleep.
A soundproof barrier was set up, and Mu Linxiao sent a burst of spiritual energy through it, and Yang Da woke up immediately.
"Who! Who hit me!"
Yang Da looked left and right, but saw no one.
A voice asked quietly: "Is that woman at noon pretty?"
At this time, Yang Da was just woken up from the pain caused by Mu Linxiao's beating, and his consciousness had not yet recovered. He said infatuatedly: "It's beautiful... I have never seen such a beautiful woman... burp..."
"How beautiful?"
"More beautiful than Granny Cui Shu...hehe...if only..."
Mu Linxiao's eyes turned cold, and a burst of spiritual energy hit Yang Da's head, causing Yang Da to fall to the ground instantly.
After leaving Yang's house, Mu Linxiao found Cui Shu's house. He sat on the roof diagonally across from Cui Shu, resting his chin and looking at Cui Shu and Ning Chenhao, who was arranged to come in contact with Cui Shu.
He saw Ning Chenhao returning without success.
After sending Ning Chenhao away, Cui Shu stared in the direction of the Yang family, with the flames of hatred burning in his eyes.
What he expected was correct. The death of Cui Shu's wife was not that simple. I'm afraid it had something to do with the villagers.
Suddenly, Cui Shu turned his head and looked in the direction of Mu Linxiao.
At this time, the effect of Mu Linxiao's invisibility charm had not disappeared, and Cui Shu actually captured his traces. Mu Linxiao couldn't help but be curious about Cui Shu's identity.
You must know that you are now a Yuanhou monk, and Cui Shu is just a mortal.
Now that he was discovered, Mu Linxiao stopped hiding and tore off the invisibility charm and landed directly in front of Cui Shu.
"I am very curious, how did you, a mortal, discover my existence?"
Cui Shu just said lightly: "If Master Immortal wants to ask anything from me, forget it. I'm just an outsider and I don't know anything."
"If you don't want to say it, I won't force you." Mu Linxiao showed a calm demeanor, "I will only tell you my conjectures."
Cui Shu ignored Mu Linxiao and sat in the yard just like yesterday, staring at a certain place in trance.
"We have discovered that the exorcism seal outside the village has been tampered with. Is it you who did it?"
Cui Shu said nothing, looking like he didn't understand what Mu Linxiao was talking about.
Expecting this reaction from him, Mu Linxiao continued, "I heard that you and your wife have a very good relationship."
Mu Linxiao keenly noticed that Cui Shu's eyes moved, and continued: "I guess your wife should be very beautiful."
Cui Shu's breathing became rapid and his body was trembling slightly.
"The village chief said that your wife suffered from a disease when she fled and is in poor health. I'm afraid you haven't had any children in the three years since you settled here. This may be the reason."
Cui Shu clenched his hands and his eye circles were faintly red, as if he was enduring something.
"You are a good man. You don't want to see your wife suffering from illness, so you went to work in the town. You want to make more money and buy medicine at the pharmacy in the town, even if it can only relieve your wife's pain." Mu Lin smiled quietly.
Said.
Cui Shu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and whispered: "Stop talking..."
"When you first came here, the villagers helped you build a house, so you felt free to ask the villagers to take care of your sick wife..."
Tsk-
There was a harsh sound of wiping the floor, and Cui Shu stood up suddenly, staring at Mu Lin with a pair of scarlet eyes and smiled: "I told you to shut up!"
Mu Linxiao changed the topic calmly: "I think this is not the only evil in this village?"
Cui Shu still stared at Mu Lin and smiled.
Seeing his refusal to cooperate, Mu Linxiao turned and left: "That's all, although you can know what happened by directly searching souls or reading gods, but I have probably guessed it by now. Don't worry, you want to take revenge on me?
I will stop you. But...
Mu Linxiao paused deliberately, and when he spoke again, his tone was serious: "If you take action against those disciples, don't blame me for turning against you."
Long after Mu Linxiao left, Cui Shu sat down on the ground, buried his thin face in his hands, and sobbed.