Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

"I don't know." The old woman put down the basket, her tone cold and hard, as if she had suddenly touched some sensitive line.

Yu Zhengqiu noticed Zhao Xuan's problem at this time, and his criticism was sharp and to the point.

And...he had been focusing on the cause of the ghost girl's death and ignored such an obvious problem.

"Mother-in-law, you can read, right?" Zhao Xuan changed the subject again, without any warning.

The old woman glanced at Zhao Xuan, not panicking, but indifferent, with a kind of indifference that looked down upon life and death. "I'm an old lady, how can I know any words? You're wrong."

Zhao Xuan's lips curled slightly. "If you don't know how to read, you won't have an almanac hanging in your home. And I found some words on the wall. They look like they were written recently. They are crooked, which means the person who wrote them is not good at using a pen."

Moreover, the words written on the wall were intermittent, which meant that the pen was running out of ink, so it was inevitable that the writing would be a little discontinuous.

The old woman is the only one at home. If the handwriting was not written by her, then it was written by someone else.

The old woman remained silent, neither denying nor answering the question.

"My mother-in-law can read, but the young people in the village cannot read..." Zhao Xuan smiled, and his smile was meaningful, as if it was not a smile.

The mother-in-law still did not answer, but followed Zhao Xuan's gaze and looked at the wall. The words on the wall were just as Zhao Xuan said, twisted and intermittent. It was no exaggeration to say that the words were ugly.

The three most common words written on the wall are - Muchunhua.

The three words "Mu Chunhua" almost covered the entire wall. In addition to these three words, some other words would occasionally appear, but the probability of their appearance was not as high as these three words.

Most of the names of the older generation are like Chunhua or Autumnhua. It has nothing to do with whether they are vulgar or not. It is the epitome of that era.

Obviously, this is a girl's name, either the mother-in-law's own name, or the name of someone the mother-in-law thinks is very important.

Otherwise, the wall would never be covered with writing.

Yu Zhengqiu stared at the wall with his dark eyes without blinking. The answer was getting closer and closer to them, and the old woman might... be the only breakthrough, as Zhao Xuan thought.

He discovered that beneath Zhao Xuan's flamboyant appearance, he had a mind that was more careful than anyone else and could always discover small details that others could not notice.

Zhao Xuan didn't seem to notice the old woman's distraction. He just chopped wood and said with a smile, "It's okay if you can't read. But it's a pity if you can't even write your own name."

My mother-in-law still didn't speak, her eyes fixed on a certain place, as if she was deeply immersed in memories of the past and unable to extricate herself.

Wood Spring Flower...

It seemed that the man had said something similar to her in her memory. At that time, his smile was brighter than the sun in the sky, and it made the dim Mujia Village seem brighter.

Zhao Xuan and Yu Zhengqiu both noticed her daze and they looked at each other.

I knew... this might be a good place to start.

"By the way, when I first came here I heard that the village was called Mujia Village, and that the young people in that village were all from the same clan. If they wanted to get married, they would have to find someone from another village, right?"

Zhao Xuan changed the topic again, and it seemed that every question he asked was just a casual question, and he didn't mean to test anything!

The old woman was silent for a while, then she spoke slowly in a hoarse and old voice, "More than 90% of the people in the village are from the Mu family, so many young people in the village have not married."

It’s not easy for people in big cities to get married nowadays, let alone in this remote area.

Yu Zhengqiu was not interested in this topic, but he knew that Zhao Xuan would not bring it up for no reason...

Generally speaking, there is a high possibility that everyone in a village has the same surname. When intermarriage occurs, you can just marry someone from another village.

"I see that the village chief's son is not young anymore, a few years older than I look. Why isn't he married yet?" Seeing that he had laid most of the groundwork, Zhao Xuan began to ask the main questions.

The old woman answered slowly, with a blank expression on her face, as if she was not interested in the matter at all, and her tone was very cold, "...There is no suitable girl in the village."

"Of course there is no one in the village, aren't there other villages?" Zhao Xuan raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

"..."

The mother-in-law fell silent again, and chose not to answer Zhao Xuan's increasingly sharp questions.

Zhao Xuan hit the nail on the head again, "The reason why they haven't gotten married is that, apart from those from the same clan in the village, those from other villages either don't want to marry or can't get in!"

Even if the girls in one or two villages do not want to get married, they will not wait until this age.

Unless...the women from this village can't marry in. If they do, something bad will happen!

The mother-in-law suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Xuan. Her cold eyes seemed to be on guard, but also seemed to be surprised at Zhao Xuan's intelligence and sharpness.

She knew that no one in the village would be willing to tell Zhao Xuan the truth. As outsiders, she was surprised that they were driven out of the village without warning...

Not to mention...letting the villagers talk about something that is considered a taboo by everyone!

"We are poor here, and girls from other villages are unwilling to marry here. What's so strange about that?" the mother-in-law said lightly.

Zhao Xuan didn't intend to let her get away with it so easily, and continued with his analysis, "No, remoteness and poverty are not the main reasons!"

The mother-in-law stared at Zhao Xuan steadily without interrupting him.

Zhao Xuan did not retreat in the face of her mother-in-law's expressionless indifference, and added, "There are things in the village that do not allow other girls to marry in, and do not allow the villagers of Mujia Village to leave the village!"

The mother-in-law lowered her eyes and did not deny Zhao Xuan's inference, "You guys go back, I don't want to cook anymore."

Yu Zhengqiu frowned slightly. Even though he no longer wanted to communicate with others, he could see that Zhao Xuan had hit the nail on the head about his mother-in-law, so... he was unwilling to continue the conversation.

Zhao Xuan curled his lips, "Granny, is the person who taught you to write still alive? Do you dream about her after all these years?"

The mother-in-law suddenly clenched the wooden chair. The chair was very old and looked at least twenty or thirty years old.

"I saw her last night. She was dressed in red, covered in blood, with long hair covering her face. Her resentment almost covered the entire Mujia Village. She specialized in killing men and taking out their hearts... Her hatred for men had reached the point where she could not distinguish her enemies from her own!"

"She died on the Sanpo Day. On the night of the Sanpo Day, hundreds of souls roam the night. Once someone dies on this night, her hatred and obsession can instantly turn her into a difficult-to-deal-with evil ghost. Her evil ghost is trapped in Mujia Village, unable to leave, day after day. Although she has been dead for less than fifty years, she has the cultivation of an evil ghost of a hundred years."

Zhao Xuan said solemnly, "In one night, she killed three of my colleagues and took the lives of innocent people. If she continues like this, I will have to beat her to death."

The mother-in-law's face turned pale, she couldn't bear to listen any longer, two lines of tears slid down silently, she clasped her hands together, and looked at Zhao Xuandao beggingly.

"...She is innocent, please don't beat her to death, okay?"