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Then Li De changed the subject, with a look of indignation on his face, and continued: "The eldest son of the Li family died on his bed in the middle of the night, what does it have to do with me, an old man! He said that I climbed into the wall of Li’s house in the middle of the night and burned him to death.” Li De couldn’t help breathing quickly when he thought of this, and he took several deep breaths before he managed to suppress the anger in his heart, regained control of his tongue, and said harshly: “ I don’t even look at the old man. At my age, I have to breathe for a long time to move a ladder. How could this old bone climb the high wall of the Li family! The eyes of these people are all gone!"

Song Zhen suddenly glanced at Zhuang Yin with his eyes, and then nodded at Li De with his eyes. For some reason, Zhuang Yin understood his meaning in an instant, walked over and pulled a stool to help Li De sit down.

Li Deben was in a fit of anger, he squinted and saw that the baby was full of milk and looked very cute, his anger subsided a little, he sat down, patted Zhuang Yin on the head, and said to Song Zhen: "Your son is very smart."

Song Zhen laughed, "He's not my son, he's that apprentice, yes, ha, apprentice." Zhuang Yin, who was inexplicably promoted as an apprentice, froze his little hands at his sides, looking back at Song Zhen innocently, not understanding What is an apprentice? Can I eat it?Thinking of food, his eyes turned uncontrollably to the hawthorn in the basket by the door, which was red and round, and the unique sweet and sour taste of hawthorn seemed to appear in his mouth.

When Li De was interrupted by such an interruption, he retreated a lot, briefly put aside the disaster of the Li family's Zhu Rong, and worried about Song Zhenren's life events: "You don't look too young, why haven't you got married yet?" The little Li next door is not half your age, and the child is three years old."

Song Zhen sighed, "Old man, do you think I can get married? I am a Taoist priest."

Only then did Li De stretch his neck to look at Song Zhen again. He had an ordinary appearance, but a tall figure, with an old Taoist robe, and a simple mahogany sword stuck in his waist. Fuchen looked a little dirty and gray. Qiu's, with a few small knots at the end, really looks like a Taoist priest, and a rough Taoist priest, so I replied: "Oh."

Seeing that Huatou was running thousands of miles away like a runaway wild horse, Song Zhen took the initiative to forcibly pull Huatou back, and asked, "Old man, continue to talk about the Li family and tell me everything you know." Not only arresting criminals requires countermeasures In order to catch ghosts and monsters, you have to ask all the details carefully before you can prescribe the right medicine.

Li De frowned and hesitated for a while, his whole body became still, as if he had fallen into a thorny place, and if he moved, his skin would be pierced by the thorns.Song Zhen was not in a hurry, what Li De said was almost the same as what he heard from Li Lianggong. He also knew that if Li Lianggong's youngest son, eldest daughter and second daughter hadn't died suddenly one after another, and another witness had been replaced, Li De might have arrived. Now he couldn't get rid of the suspicion, so he quietly waited for him to speak.

Song Zhen's eyes wandered inadvertently, and seeing Zhuang Yin staring straight at the door, he looked suspiciously along the line of sight. There was a basket of fresh hawthorn lying there, jumping and moving in the afternoon sun, which looked very special. Xianmei, he smiled knowingly, and then he heard Li De let out a few rough breaths from his nose, and said: "Old man, I have lived most of my life, and I have never seen such a weird thing. In my opinion, it was Li Lianggong who made it himself." His sin! It is his retribution!"

As soon as he said the words, Li De regretted it, and his eyeballs moved restlessly from side to side, as if he was eager to escape the shackles of the eye sockets. Li De's doubts were too obvious, and Song Zhen immediately knew that the old man knew some little-known inside stories How could he let him go, and follow his words: "How do you say this? What is 'Li Lianggong's own crime'?"

"This... this, you heard it wrong. I was just short of breath and said a few random words." Li De's eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at Song Zhen directly.

Song Zhen put his left hand across his chest, supported his left hand with his right hand and clenched his fist to rest his chin—this is his habitual action when he thinks about something. Judging from Li De's reaction, it is conceivable that Li Lianggong is hiding something out of ten. What, and it is certain that the concealment is not good for him, maybe it is so rare that only Li De knows, otherwise he would have known everything when his wife and children died tragically.

However, Li De seemed to be determined, and kept silent all the time, talking about him from left to right.

Song Zhen smiled, and sighed as if giving up: "It's fine if the old man doesn't want to say it, but I have something to ask."

"What's the matter?" Li De asked without knowing why, his heart dropped.

Song Zhen put down his hands, "Borrow the old man's memory."