"I don't need to grow any taller or bigger. As long as I can remain a child who can talk and walk in the eyes of ordinary people, it's enough. I'm so embarrassed when I grow up. When I grow up, you will definitely not want to hug me. No, it's your family's
A man will never let you hug me. That thing in Xuehu looks so cute and is a fox, so he is even stingy and jealous."
Xiao Qian muttered.
It really means Cao Cao, Cao Cao said.
As soon as Xiao Qian was talking about Long Zhutian, Yang Zimei's cell phone rang, and it was his call.
"Hey, Zhutian——"
Yang Zimei answered the phone happily and shouted.
"Meimei——"
Long Zhutian's mellow, emotional and magnetic voice sounded, "What are you doing now?"
"Shopping. What about you?"
"I'm at my grandpa's house."
Hearing Long Zhutian's calm tone, Yang Zimei felt a little relieved, "What are you doing in the house?"
"Well, I'm looking for the traces left by my mother."
"Did you find it?"
"could not find it."
Long Zhutian's tone was filled with regret, "I hated my mother so much for abandoning me that day that I wiped out all traces of her here, except for the blue crystal bracelet on your hand."
Hearing this, Yang Zimei's heart felt sour again, and comforted: "It's okay. Whatever you should find, you will find it sooner or later. There is no rush."
"But, sister, I checked at the household registration office and found that my mother is the child adopted by my grandfather." Long Zhutian said.
"oh?"
Yang Zimei thought about what Xue Hu said that day. Since it was an adopted child, maybe the Dragon Mother was really from the fox demon clan.
"Meimei, the person behind the scenes who instigated Zhuge Mu to frame Song Xuan seems to be a fortune teller." Long Zhutian said.
"Oh? A fortune teller?"
Yang Zimei thought again of the fortune teller Li Tangyi who lived in the Jiugong Feixing house.
The living dead named Qingyun also came out of his house.
Could it be him?
It seems that I have to find an opportunity to meet in person.
After hanging up Long Zhutian, Yang Zimei called Luo Yinghao again, "Major Luo, how is your investigation of Li Tangyi going?"
"As far as I know, Li Tangyi's reputation is only famous in our B city and has little influence elsewhere. Logically speaking, it should not affect the core people in the capital." Luo Yinghao replied.
"Then you should investigate clearly. Does he know how to use voodoo?"
"There are no traces of this so far. Gu art has only been passed down to women since ancient times, not to men. Logically speaking, Li Tangyi shouldn't know this either."
"The art of Gu is only passed down to women and not to men. It's probably just a legend. It's not like men don't know it." Yang Zimei said with a smile.
"Maybe. However, there is no news that Li Tangyi learned the art of Gu. As for that Qingyun, he is really a dead man. I searched the secret files in 1937, and a strange thing happened that year. At that time, City B suffered
Japan invaded and an anti-Japanese squad was killed.
There were a total of twelve corpses, which were hung on the top of the city. At that time, the Japanese troops were guarding them with guns and live ammunition. In the middle of the night, something strange suddenly happened. The ropes that originally tied the corpses suddenly broke, and the twelve corpses were tied up.
The corpse seemed to have been resurrected and walked straight away. The Japanese soldiers guarding the body were so frightened that they quickly shot, but they could not defeat them and could only stare at them in shock.
This was the most suspenseful thing recorded in the Japanese army's secret files at that time. Qingyun was the captain of the team that died at that time. The photos left on the file were exactly the same as the man we saw that day. It seemed that
, he is indeed a living person."
Luo Yinghao thought about the situation that day and said with lingering fear that if he had not followed Yang Zimei and witnessed Sadako's resurrection in person, he would have definitely suspected that this so-called secret file was a lie.