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Li Jun broke out in a cold sweat, holding the teacup in his hand, the water in the cup swayed to the table due to the trembling of his hands, and he was too slow to come to his senses.A smile appeared on Song Zhen's calm face, and he held Li Jun's trembling arm with his hand, "Brother Li, drink some tea first to calm down the shock."

Li Jun looked at Song Zhen, then looked at the tea, then stiffly raised the teacup and poured it down his throat. He, who originally planned to travel through mountains and rivers to tell the ins and outs, was so frightened that he peed in fright. He stood up abruptly, " Me, I'm off to work." Before taking a few steps, she turned back to her blunt body and added: "I invite you to have tea, you can help yourself."

Song Zhen said boldly: "Brother Li is warm-hearted in his old way, but he is disrespectful in his own way."

"Where is there." Li Jun's footsteps vainly plunged into the lively voices, lost in thought.Song Zhen watched him leave with a smile, afraid that he would fall to the ground, halfway through his gaze, he met Zhuang Yin's reserved eyes, and his smile deepened: "I suddenly thought of a way."

The restraint in the child's eyes turned to doubt.

Song Zhen: "If you can't find your home, when you grow up, I will sacrifice my mana and go to your memory to see where I live." Although spells and spiritual weapons can enter people's memory for a short time Stay and observe the "observation of the observer", but the person who is entered into the memory should not be too young, otherwise not only the memory will be damaged, but the body will also experience backlash.

Zhuang Yin seemed to understand but half understood, feeling that this verbal master was a little supernatural.

Song Zhen: "Anyway, you won't grow up anytime soon, let's deal with the current accident first."

Zhuang Yin whispered "Mmm", lowered his head and took a sip of tea lightly, not daring to reveal that his head was shaking, in fact, he couldn't remember anything.

After a pot of tea had bottomed out, Song Zhen returned to Li Lianggong's house before the sun set.

There is no trace of smoke inside and outside Li's house, and it is dazzling white. In front of the mourning hall, there are four coffins arranged in order from large to small, of which only the clothes of the deceased were placed in three of them. The ashes of the one who had an accident in his house are still there.

The last witness was none other than Li Dingling, the youngest daughter of Li Lianggong, who was under five years old.Li Lianggong mentioned in his conversation with Song Zhen that his second daughter, Li Tanglin, was playing hide and seek with Li Dingling before she died.Li Lianggong suffered disasters one after another within a month. He was busy up and down, exhausted physically and mentally, and had no intention of taking care of his two young daughters, so he entrusted them to Li Yuniang's natal family to take care of them.

Song Zhen touched Zhuang Yin's head in a slow and methodical way, looking at him clearly as looking at the little chick, took out a few hawthorns that ran over from his bosom, put them in Zhuang Yin's hands, and pointed Looking at Li Dingling who was still sitting on the threshold, he asked coaxingly, "Do you want to play with little friend Dingling?"

Zhuang Yin really wanted to say no, but he didn't dare to disobey Song Zhen. He keenly felt that there was something in Song Zhen's words, so he nodded reluctantly, agreeing. The hard way for a girl.

The young Zhuang Yin approached Li Dingling step by step and turned his head three times. Under Song Zhen's encouraging gaze, he finally mustered up the courage to sell his hawthorn: "Do you want to eat it?"

Li Dingling sucked his fingers in his mouth, as if he was eating some delicacy in the world, blinked his big eyes like copper bells, looked at Zhuang Yin who was frozen into a rock, ignored the fresh hawthorn in his hand, and pulled out a bunch of hawthorns from behind like a trick. Candied haws, I gnawed happily.

Zhuang Yin: ""

Song Zhen: "" I really like to eat gourd skewers.

The set-up almost failed, and Zhuang Yin was bored, so in the end Song Zhen got on the horse by himself. He walked over and knelt down amiably, with Zhuang Yin in the middle, "Little friend, don't eat too much sweet things, or your teeth will break."

Li Dingling was busy exchanging feelings with the crystal-clear sugar skin on the outside of the candied haws, and didn't listen to Song Zhen's words at all.

Song Zhen, who was left out, didn't care, rubbed his chin for a while, and suddenly snapped his fingers, and took out an ancestral bamboo butterfly from his bosom, chanted a spell, and the butterfly danced gracefully, but——

The set almost failed again, Li Dingling didn't get into the set at all, and even commented nonchalantly: "The butterfly is ugly."

Song Zhen roared inwardly: I don't like dealing with little girls at all!

He felt a little irritated for no reason, but she was a girl, and she was still a child under five years old, and she was definitely not allowed to enter the realm of memory, and judging from her carefree performance, whether it was stupid or smart, he wanted to pry her mouth open It is really hopeless to ask her sister Li Tanglin about her abnormal condition before her death.He looked around secretly, Li Lianggong seemed to be lighting a fire to cook, and there was a curl of smoke from the direction of the kitchen.

Since Li Lianggong was not around, he resolutely decided to try to guide Li Dingling to see if he could get some useful clues.