"I'm sure I'm here to ask for your help." Lingdang said seriously, "When you were getting me admitted to the hospital, I used a fake ID. My original name is Shi Wanling, and I come from the Corpse Control Sect. My father is Shi Tu, the leader of the Three Heroes of the Corpse Control Sect, second only to Shi Hui, the young master of the Corpse Control Sect. He is a rare master in the Corpse Control Sect and the second in line to inherit the position of Sect Leader.

If Shi Hui cannot inherit the position of Sect Leader for some reason, then my father will be the next Sect Leader.

Also, because my father is far more talented than Shi Hui in corpse control, cultivation, and dealing with people, many of the younger generation in the Corpse Control Sect hope that my father can become the next Sect Leader, hoping that Shi Hui can give up on his own or have some accident.

However, Shi Hui has no intention of giving up the position of Sect Leader. Seeing that the old Sect Leader is getting old, there are many rumors within the sect. I left the sect temporarily to avoid the turmoil.

Yesterday, I received news that Young Master Shi Hui died abnormally. Because my father was the biggest beneficiary and had no alibi, he became the number one suspect and has now been taken into custody. I need your help to find the real culprit, or use other methods to prove that my father did not kill Shi Hui."

I looked at Lingdang in surprise. Her eyes were clear, her thoughts were clear, and her expression was serious. She was no longer the crying,闹闹, unreasonable young lady she had been before.

"You, are you really the Lingdang I met last time?"

"People always change."

"But you've changed too quickly, right? Even if something happened to your father, you couldn't have grown up so much overnight, right?"

"People can't suddenly grow up overnight, but people who have already grown up can pretend to be crazy for certain reasons. My father is already eye-catching enough. Before I get a safe environment to grow up in, it's not suitable for me to show myself as a genius. Can you understand what I'm saying?"

I nodded, "I understand. A big tree attracts the wind. In order to grow up smoothly, it's normal for you to bide your time, keep a low profile, and even pretend to be crazy and get yourself fractured."

Shi Wanling glanced at her arms and legs in casts, "That's right, only in this way will they feel at ease with me, and I can secretly do some things.

The internal struggle of a sect is far more cruel than you can imagine. My father realized the danger and let me hide out in advance. On the one hand, he hoped that I could be safe, and on the other hand, he hoped that I could help him at the appropriate time.

Before confirming my father's safety, I have to continue pretending to be crazy for a while, so I have no way to investigate the cause of the young master's death myself. I can only entrust you."

I looked seriously at Lingdang in the wheelchair. After looking for a while, I smiled, "Everything you just said is very reasonable, but how do I know this isn't a trap? After all, we didn't have a pleasant time when we met last time. You ended up like this because of me.

And if I want to investigate the death of the Corpse Control Sect's young master, I'll have to go deep into the Corpse Control Sect. How do I know you won't ambush me? Once I get to your base camp, whether I live or die is up to you."

"I have no way to prove that what I said is true, but I know that even if you know it might be a trap, you will definitely help me investigate." Lingdang said word by word.

"Oh, why?"

Lingdang didn't speak, but turned her head and signaled to the caregiver behind her with her eyes.

The caregiver immediately took out an envelope from her pocket and handed it to me.

The envelope was not sealed. Lingdang motioned for me to open it and see what was inside.

I squeezed the envelope and found that there was only a piece of paper inside, so I took it out. Before I could even look at the contents of the paper, a gust of demonic wind suddenly rushed down from upstairs. The demonic wind was so strong that it blew off the caregiver's hat, and even the wheelchair was blown back several steps.

I quickly reached out to hold the wheelchair, but the caregiver had already collapsed to the ground in fright.

At the same time, the half of the letter paper in my hand was already firmly grasped by Eighth Sister.

"It was drawn by that man, this talisman was also drawn by that man. Although this is a fox clan talisman, it wasn't drawn by a fox, but by that person imitating the fox clan's technique. Tell me! Where did this talisman come from! Tell me!" Eighth Sister grabbed the caregiver's hand and directly revealed her hideous fox face covered in scars.

The caregiver was an ordinary woman with a large birthmark on her face. She usually lowered the brim of her hat when she walked. When had she ever seen such a scene? Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

"Eighth Sister, Eighth Sister, calm down, calm down!" I quickly pulled the caregiver's hand out of Eighth Sister's fox claws.

Eighth Sister also realized that her reaction just now was a bit too much and handed me the paper with half a talisman drawn on it, "Fortunately, this talisman is only half complete. If it were a complete talisman, something bad would have happened again. This matter is no small matter, Wanqian, you must investigate it clearly."

"Okay, I'll investigate it. Eighth Sister, go back upstairs first."

Eighth Sister also knew that it wasn't appropriate for her to appear downstairs like this, so she told me a few more words and then turned into a demonic wind and went back to the memorial tablet on the second floor.

Lingdang was already frightened, her face pale. If her arms and legs weren't in casts, she probably would have run away already.

"If I want to know where this half talisman came from, I have to prove that the Corpse Control Sect's young master, Shi Hui, wasn't killed by your father, right?"

"Yes." Lingdang gritted her teeth and managed to say these two words, clearly not yet recovered from her fear of Eighth Sister.

"You weren't in the Corpse Control Sect when Shi Hui died, how do you know Shi Hui wasn't killed by your father? What if your father really is the murderer?"

"No, my father isn't that kind of person. Even if Shi Hui's talent isn't as good as his, even if the Corpse Control Sect ends up in the hands of Shi Hui, that good-for-nothing, my father would never kill a fellow disciple."

Lingdang glared, her emotions suddenly becoming agitated.

The caregiver didn't know when she woke up and quickly helped Lingdang, telling her to calm down.

I looked at the caregiver's face from the side. If you ignored the large birthmark, her face was actually very pretty, much prettier than Lingdang in the wheelchair.

I asked Molihua to help the caregiver pick up her hat and looked at the half talisman in my hand again.

"Do I have a way to see your father? You don't know the specific situation at the time of the incident. I need to communicate with the person involved to determine the specific direction of the investigation."

Lingdang subconsciously looked at the caregiver behind her. The caregiver immediately understood, "I'll make arrangements and then call you."

Three hours later, I indeed received a call from the caregiver. She gave me an address and told me to go there at eleven o'clock tonight. She also told me that I could go alone and that Lingdang wasn't suitable for meeting with people from the Corpse Control Sect.