"It's you? It's you, isn't it? You're the one who killed Elder Long, it must be you. You killed Elder Long, so it has nothing to do with me, yes, that's it, Elder Long's death has nothing to do with me, nothing..." The boy in black clothes looked at Mo Jiuli and murmured to himself.
Mo Jiuli frowned slightly, very curious as to why this boy in black clothes had become like this. Could it be that the old man referred to as Elder Long had an extraordinary status?
However, right now, Mo Jiuli didn't want to bother with those things! Because she had important questions to ask this boy in black clothes, but the way he looked, it seemed impossible for her to ask anything. So, Mo Jiuli moved her fingertips slightly and then glanced at the boy in black clothes who was sitting on the ground...
Not long after, the boy in black clothes fell unconscious as his eyelids grew heavy.
"Little book, cooperate with me to search his memory!" Mo Jiuli said.
"Okay, Master!" Little book replied.
