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Chapter 323: Let me take another look

[Some clues may not be true. As someone who has guessed the follow-up so many times, I can tell you very honestly that the ribs spirit will be so stupid as to mix fake clues with real clues, so that you continue to guess based on the fake ones, and then guess completely wrong.]

[Has she evolved to this point? ]

[I haven’t been abused to the point where I have a heart as hard as steel, but this woman has been making continuous progress. “Coroner” is only over 30,000 words long, and I’m already afraid of what it will evolve into.]

[Although it is set in ancient times, it feels like a lot of professional knowledge is universal in ancient and modern times. The heroine is completely playing the pig to eat the tiger. This level of proficiency does not seem like a small coroner who can only help. ]

[Not everyone can be a forensic doctor. When you eat while looking at a corpse, even the food you like the most will feel disgusting.]

【…】

"Coroner" has not yet entered the ancient world. After all, it takes 50,000 words to make a book available for circulation.

The small bookstore is already urging Li Wenshu to write quickly and put it on the shelves as soon as possible. No one can stop it from making money.

The three days when Li Wenshu stopped updating did not affect the ancient world, largely because it operated within it and saved the ancient readers from the pain of three days of interruption.

After all, a three-day break will affect its profitability.

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Lan Ling found it very strange.

Ever since he brought the book home to his sister, things at home seemed to become very strange.

It should be said that it’s not just his family.

First, his ladylike sister turned into a strongman and would suppress him with force at any time.

This was the way his sister treated him until she was ten years old. After she turned ten and was under the control of their mother, things got much better.

But now, it seems to have changed back and rebounded even more strongly.

Besides, her mother didn't seem to take care of her, and she became weird.

She was always nowhere to be seen, so when he wanted to see her, he had to wait outside for a long time. And she would often rush him away without saying a few words, and then go to the study excitedly.

Then there is the father.

Lan Ling used to admire her father the most, but recently her father has become a little strange.

Every day he yelled something he couldn't understand.

"Is it like this in your family too?" Lan Ling asked in a calm voice.

In the dark little room, there were seven young men sitting, crowded around a small table. Everyone's expression was extremely serious, as if they were discussing some national affairs.

Pang Xiuzhu, the fat boy from the Duke of Huguo's mansion, whispered, "My family is the same. Ever since I brought the book home and gave it to my mother, they have all changed."

"My mother never cared how long I slept. She used to kick me out of the house at dawn and told me to buy storybooks."

"And my two sisters. I went to them crying and complaining, saying that my mother had been bewitched by the evil book and scolded me for a book. The day before, they wiped my tears with distress and said they would go to check on the situation on my behalf and ask my mother to apologize to me."

"I went to find them the next day and asked them if they had destroyed the demon book and rescued my mother. They gave me a mixed doubles beating and said they wanted me to experience a complete childhood."

Pang Xiuzhu cried so hard that it sounded like a kettle boiling, and he even took out a handkerchief to blow his nose. The young man in black next to him frowned and sat away.

"Me too. The day I brought it home, my mother lectured me, saying that I should not bring good books with me, and that it was because of these messy books that I let my mind wander."

"I went to look for her later and she was watching alone. I said something sarcastic to her and she chased me around the yard with a broom."

"The elders are the most hypocritical. If they like to watch, then they like to watch, but they don't allow us to talk about it."

Pang Xiuzhu said worriedly, "If you just enjoy reading it, then it's fine, but this book has caused great pain to my father, mother, and sisters. I can often hear their heart-wrenching cries in the yard in the middle of the night."

"My dad is a grown man, but he cried his heart out. If he wasn't in so much pain, why would he cry like this?"

He started making the kettle crying sound again.

The young man in black was the eldest grandson of the Duke of Zhenguo. Wei Xu didn't have any worries about this. He took the script back and threw it into some corner.

He was brought along by chance. After all, he was a member of a small group, and not bringing him along would seem like isolating him.

Wei Xu was silent for a moment. After they finished talking about what had happened at home in recent days, he began to share the information he had obtained.

"The person who wrote this story seems to be a monster."

This sentence was like a bomb, instantly making everyone present explode.

Pang Xiuzhu said tremblingly: "Then my parents and sister, could they have been bewitched by the monster..."

Lan Ling recalled the condition of her parents and sisters. Four or five days out of seven, they appeared at the dinner table with dark circles under their eyes. Although they all looked energetic, their faces were not healthy.

Plus, there’s the occasional crying sound that can be heard in the middle of the night.

It's really no different from being haunted.

Everyone's condition is very consistent with the description in the storybook of having their energy sucked dry by the goblin.

The most important thing is that they all sexually assaulted their excrement... No, their temperaments changed drastically!

This is exactly what it looks like when someone is bewitched by a monster.

"Wow, what should we do? I'm not going to lose my parents next, right? Let's go find a Taoist priest to solve the problem. How can I live without my parents?"

Wei Xu thought for a moment and said, "My mother once consulted a Taoist priest. I do have some knowledge of this."

Lan Ling thought of the people lining up in front of the bookstore every day to buy books, and couldn't help but close her eyes in sorrow.

A sense of responsibility arises in my heart, a sense of responsibility to save the world, a sense of responsibility as a savior.

The spirit of Chuunibun was rising, and he slammed the table, "Everyone, now we are the only ones who have come into contact with monsters, but have not been deceived. We can only save our relatives by ourselves! And those ignorant people, we have to save them too!"

Pang Xiuzhu looked at Lan Ling with shining eyes, and instantly felt that he had a great responsibility. He slammed the table and others followed suit, cheering him on.

Wei Xu: “…”

Suddenly I want to quit.

Wei Xu acted very quickly and invited the Taoist priest the next day. It was said that the priest was a very powerful one who had solved many difficult and complicated diseases and was very famous among the people.

Taoist Zhang had a good relationship with the Duke of Zhenguo, and it was for the Duke of Zhenguo's sake that he agreed to Wei Xu's request.

Also, from what he said, I did find myself somewhat interested in the matter of book monsters.

He knew that it was probably just some minor misunderstanding caused by a bunch of kids, and that everything would be fine once he explained it scientifically.

Listening to a group of teenagers talking about the cause, process and outcome of an incident, as well as some puzzling situations in their own families, all happened after I bought this storybook.

After hearing this, Taoist Zhang himself began to doubt whether there really were monsters in the world.

However, many of the things he encountered among the people were often described in mysterious ways by the parties involved. In fact, after in-depth investigation, they could all be explained clearly by science.

After listening to this, Taoist Priest Zhang said to the children very seriously, "Please lend me this book for me to read. I will know whether it is good or not after reading it."

Lan Ling handed him the script, a complete set, wrapped in cloth.

Taoist Zhang opened it and found it was an ordinary storybook.

He opened the first page.

...Ten minutes passed.

Pang Xiuzhu stared at him, "Master, have you figured out anything?"

Taoist Priest Zhang: "Please allow me to take a few more glances."