CIATB Page 656
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Thinking about it, I am afraid that his adopted daughter will be moved away.
"and many more……"
Mu Mie's expression froze for a moment.
Adopted daughter?
If the old man really had an adopted daughter, why was it not mentioned in the letter to the old village head.
If it was mentioned, there is no reason for the old village head not to tell him before leaving.
Damn, when I think about it this way, I suddenly feel creepy.
Baiyu Village is getting weirder and weirder.
"Hey, maybe it was adopted recently, maybe I was thinking too much." Mu Mie shook his head.
I'm not thinking about this issue anymore, but I just kept an eye on it secretly.
Walking into the yard behind the house, you can see a well.
Mu Mie stepped forward and looked down.
It was pitch black, but with his eyesight he could still see the water below.
Use the rocker next to it to shake up the bucket inside, and there is turbid water full of sediment inside.
And exudes a foul smell.
This made him frown.
Even if this place has been deserted for half a year, the water here will not be like this.
It doesn't seem to be used to drink from the well, but more like a place to throw garbage.
Suddenly, Mu Mie felt that there was something in the barrel.
Holding his breath, Mu Mie poured the water in the barrel on the ground.
A small parcel wrapped in oiled paper rolled out of the barrel to the ground.
The oil paper was covered with mud. Fortunately, it may have been soaked for too long, and the mud on it had fallen off.
Expose the part of the oiled paper.
Open it, inside is a piece of old yellow paper wrapped on a stone.
There was only a strange sentence written on the paper.
"How many years have you lived?"
Mu Mie couldn't understand it.
What this meant, he had no idea.
Is it the meaning of the old man to live an extra year for his own lifespan?
He always felt that it was not that simple.
Reminiscent of the weirdness of Baiyu Village, Taoist Dan Xinzi's method of controlling monsters.
All show that Baiyu Village is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface.
"In other words, this should be regarded as a relic."
Mu Mie looked at the yellow paper strangely, imagining the old village head's reaction after handing it over.
There was no big gain, when Mu Mie was just about to put the barrel back into the well.
Accidents happen suddenly.
Under the sunlight, he vaguely saw something engraved on the bottom of the barrel.
Take a closer look, and there are a few words engraved crookedly on it.
Looking at the scratch, it should be a mark made with some kind of sharp knife.
It read: Don't trust the people in Baiyu Village.
Not to mention Mu Mie's discovery.
On the other side, in a hidden hut.
Two commoner red-haired girls walked in one after another.
"Why, can you see which family he is from?" A big green-haired man asked.
"I don't know, but it sure doesn't look like a disciple of the Tianyan Yang family."
The red-haired girl replied.
If Mu Mie were here, he would definitely recognize the red-haired girl, who he met at the door, the adopted daughter of Old Mu Mu.
Surprisingly, the two red-haired girls look so much alike.
As if they were twins.
"I said Dan Xinzi, just a little doll, are we all called here?"
The strong green-haired man sneered.
"Little baby?" Dan Xinzi said coldly: "You haven't seen him, his magic power is probably even worse than mine."
"Damn it, I wanted to send him away, but I didn't expect that old grandson to want to keep his opponent's leech essence."
Dan Xinzi snorted coldly.
Obviously very unhappy about this.
A white-haired old man leaned against the pillar, holding a sword in both hands, and opened his eyes.
It turned out to be a pair of pale white eyes.
The old man's name is Kuteng Taoist Priest, and he draws a sword in one hand. He can be regarded as a number one figure in this Jianghu.
"I looked at this person from a distance, and he almost noticed him. Young people with this level of cultivation, not to mention listening to the Yang family, even in the Yiqi Dao League, they are all famous people."
The green-haired man said: "Where does the devil know where this kid came from?"