After transmigrating into cannon fodder in the cultivation world [Transmigration Book]

Jiang Henting watched Shen Muzhe sink into deep thought in the flickering candlelight, without making a sound, as if he was sure that the person in front of him would give the answer.

This is indeed the case.

Shen Muzhe raised his head in the dim candlelight, and the sparkling light reflected small clusters in his clear eyes, making him appear to be focused and serious, "I understand." As he spoke, he clapped his palms and turned towards Jiang Henting. Continue: "I actually overlooked this point. In fact, I can think of it from the beginning. Old man Li has always been very strange, but the inn has been nailed very closed by him. It can be seen from this point, regardless of whether it is effective or not. , but deep in his heart, old man Li does not want the inn to be invaded by monsters, so even though he has been sewn up, his behavior still reveals his intention to guard against monsters." Finally, he frowned slightly and closed his hand Quan: "He may be saving us in a way he thinks is appropriate."

After hearing this, Jiang Henting pondered for a while and said, "If you say that, Old Man Li is different from the rest of the townspeople who were stitched together."

Shen Muzhe nodded: "Well, that's right, just talking about Chang Cui, she exposed Old Man Li's death and made us the target of public criticism."

Jiang Henting's fingers slightly bent, lightly tapped the tabletop he was holding on to, and suddenly chuckled: "Perhaps it can also be understood as wanting to drive us away."

"Brother, have you forgotten the scene where we were besieged by the townspeople? I don't think she wants to drive us away, but rather wants the townspeople to beat us to pieces." He chuckled lightly, but he didn't know that Jiang Henting actually had a cold and humorous side. "There are also those people who were stitched among the townspeople at that time, all of whom were making trouble. Compared with them, old man Li is simply a friendly and kind old man."

Wu Huai on the bed turned over and continued to sleep, the conversation between the two had not woken him up until now, he smacked his lips and seemed to sleep more soundly.

Shen Muzhe really envied him that he could sleep for another three days and three nights after the sky fell, glanced at him, then suddenly remembered something and said to Jiang Henting: "It just so happens that I can't sleep either, I'm going to look for clues."

Jiang Henting came to his bed at some point, and stretched out his hand to touch his shoulder. Shen Muzhe didn't have the strength to get up, and looked at Jiang Henting suspiciously.

"What time is it? It's too late. You're tired today, go to bed early, and we'll go outside the town together tomorrow morning." After saying this, he didn't give Shen Muzhe a chance to think or regret. Raising his hand, he extinguished the bean fire.

The room returned to darkness, and Shen Muzhe lay back on the floor. I don't know if it was the exhaustion of the day, but it was also the relief after figuring out some things. Not long after, he also fell asleep.

The second day was quite refreshed. In the room, Jiang Henting woke up and was already practicing self-discipline. Half of the quilt was hanging on Wu Huai’s body, and the other side was dragging on the ground as expected. Shen Muzhe went to pull the quilt for him. I got up, and after washing up, I went downstairs to look for something to eat. Some townspeople were watching over the time-limited townspeople with sad faces, and some townspeople had spontaneously made breakfast with the ingredients in the kitchen. When they saw Shen Mu covering up, Greeting him to have breakfast, Shen Muzhe just wanted to walk over when he saw Xiao Li who wanted to leave with a cold face and Yu Yunzhi who didn't know how to dissuade him.

The porridge and side dishes in front of the two of them didn't seem to have moved at all. Shen Muzhe had rarely seen Xiao Li showing such an expression. He paused, waved to the townspeople who greeted him, and then walked towards Xiao Li. .

"If you don't want to drink this porridge, you can give it to me." Shen Muzhe sat down in front of Xiao Li and joked.

Unexpectedly, with a push of his mouth, Yu Yunzhi actually pushed the dishes in front of Xiao Li toward him, and said, "Eat, eat, let him have nothing to eat if he eats up."

Shen Muzhe naturally sensed something was wrong, and then blinked at Yu Yunzhi.

Yu Yunzhi didn't hold back, sighed and said: "Last night Wuhuai went to the kitchen to get a few wild fruits, Xiao Li went out overnight and didn't see these fruits in Fengjiao Town, so I guessed It was old man Li who planted it, so Xiao Li concluded that the place where old man Li planted his crops was not right, we originally planned to discuss with you today and see if we can go around the place you found.”

Shen Muzhe nodded: "There's nothing wrong with it. I also talked about it with my brother last night, but we felt that it was necessary to go around the whole town." Possibly, then turned his gaze to Xiao Li, and said: "I would like to know what happened to Mr. Xiao."

Yu Yunzhi handed him a note, pursed his lips and said, "Here, look."

Shen Muzhe took the note and opened it, frowned, and said to Yu Yunzhi, "Who is this Yuanyan?"

Yu Yunzhi looked around, then put his hands together his mouth and lowered his voice to Shen Muzhe, "It's the monk who accidentally killed old man Li."

Shen Muzhe nodded, then glanced at the note again: "Oh, he said he wanted to make amends, I know the crime, what is he going to do?"

"Xiao Li felt that he might be able to find something from the things that old man Li planted. Originally, after the discussion last night, he wanted to wait for you to discuss it together, but he didn't expect to see such a note left by Yuan Yan this morning. Xiao Li again Worried and angry, but fortunately you came down, otherwise I don't know what to do."

Shen Muzhe figured out what happened, and then he said puzzled: "I went there with my senior brother last night. I don't know if the monk can find it. It's a bit off the beaten track."

"Someone has been sent out to look for it. I don't know where he went."

Shen Muzhe thought about it, and felt that the monk might not be able to accept the matter of Jiping's friend for a while, and after killing old man Li by mistake, so many townspeople were killed one after another. After the "guessing" that Xiao Li said, on the one hand, he was thinking of avenging his former friends, and on the other hand, he was thinking of making up for his wrongful killing of innocent people.

"What nonsense." Xiao Li slammed his fist on the table, and finally said Shen Muzhe's first words when he came downstairs.

Shen Muzhe understood what he was thinking, Ji Ping had already been killed, so he naturally didn't want to see Yuan Yan suffer another accident like him.

Shen Muzhe said: "Let's get ready to go now, I'm familiar with the place where the crops are grown."

Song Moxue saw Shen Muzhe not far away, carefully brought over a bowl of porridge, pushed it to Shen Muzhe, and Shen Muzhe drank the porridge upside down.When he saw Song Moxue, he thought of Song Moyang. He couldn't show it, so he could only pretend to be natural and patted Song Moxue on the shoulder and asked, "How is Moyang recovering?"

When Song Moyang was mentioned, Song Moxue's expression also loosened a lot. She smiled slightly and said, "It's fine." Then she tilted her head and asked curiously, "Brother Shen, where are you going to go later? Can you take it with you?" Me and Ayang?" Shen Muzhe was about to disagree, but Song Moxue came over, tugged at his sleeve, and then said softly to Shen Muzhe, "Brother Shen, I don't want to stay here, I dare not Seeing everyone like this, when I think that everyone will... I just... I just... I think it's too depressing here, so when you go out, can you take me and Ayang? I promise, Ayang and I will never It's going to be messy."

The author has something to say: Old time... hungry.But I was so sleepy that I couldn't keep my eyes open, so I still fell asleep.Good night, little cuties!Ah no, my draft box is good morning