Chapter 7777

A woman's scream came out of the room. Grandpa Xiaoju's gall was broken and ran away at that time.

He was afraid that if he stayed here again, he would be like the women in the room!

However, I'm sorry to go now.

And he also wants to see the end of things.

Therefore, it is estimated that they left, and he came to Zhong er's house again.

As expected, I smelled blood before I entered the door.

In the pool of blood, the wooden card he gave Ling Luoyu fell.

"As soon as I saw this wooden plate, I realized that things were bad. This is the boundary of Mohism. If others knew that Mohists had haunted here and had such a thing, I was afraid that the people in our village would be implicated... So I didn't think much about it at that time, so I took the wooden plate and hid it."

But the matter of hiding wooden cards was like a lump in his throat. He couldn't go up or down. It was choking.

Because the only thing the woman can find is the killer.

He took it and the evidence disappeared!

It's not fair to women!

After thinking about it, after hesitating for half a day, he summoned up his courage and came to Zhong er's house again with a wooden card.

His clock, but only two.

Zhong ER was cleaning the blood on the ground. He looked very unnatural when he saw him coming.

"I, um, killed a chicken and made it full of blood. Look at it... Village head, what's up?"

As soon as he said this, Grandpa Xiaoju stopped talking.

Pretending to be passing by, after chatting a few words, he asked where the woman in the room was.

Zhong Er explained that the woman checked out and left without saying more. They chatted with each other in this way. Since then, they regarded nothing as happening and never mentioned it again.

Ling Luoyu listened quietly to Grandpa Xiaoju's words and looked at the wooden card thoughtfully.

For a long time, he pretended to be very indifferent and said, "this thing is a wooden card of Mohist school, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

"If I remember correctly, many people in Mohism have this thing!"

"This is the hand card of the Mohists and their identity mark. Everyone has one!"

"Then how to distinguish the authenticity of identity?"

“……”

"Old man, if you don't know, forget it!" Ling Luoyu gave him a meaningful look and withdrew his hand: "there are so many people in the Mohist school, and someone will always know... Maybe the wives of Zhuge villa leader will know the clue!"

"Wait a minute!" Grandpa Xiaoju quickly pressed her wrist, smiled and drew the wooden card back: "after all, I'm not from the Mohist school. I don't know much about these things. I don't dare to talk nonsense..."

He didn't want to get into trouble and talk more.

But Ling Luoyu directly mentioned several wives of Zhuge Dali and immediately woke him up.

——Those women have big mouths and know a lot. They must all know about the identity token of Mohism.

Rather than let them please Ling Luoyu, he might as well kiss up to the God of wealth grandma!

"Well, girl, look here, there is a groove here, which represents the owner..."

"... owner? Isn't it Mohist?"

"Is the owner of Mohist School..."

Ling Luoyu didn't react for a moment: "yes, the boss behind the scenes of Mohism?"

Isn't the Mohist school the boss of the whole thing?

Why is there someone behind!!

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