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Chapter 8 Who is the Liar?
After making the judgment, Jiang Xing didn't show any reaction on his face, but he was genuinely relieved.
Song Juexiao waited a few seconds, and seeing that Jiang Xingni only lowered her eyes and did not give a response, she did not urge her.
She simply tapped Jiang Xingni's wrist lightly with her fingertips once more.
Her emerald green eyes gazed at Jiang Xingni quietly and silently.
She remembered Jiang Xingni saying "see," so maybe Jiang Xingni is using her superpowers to see something right now.
Jiang Xingni didn't know the answer to this question—she didn't even know what the letter "B" meant to Song Juexiao and the others.
But the little girl tilted her head and then nodded without hesitation.
System: [?? You reacted like that?]
The system is exasperated: [But you have no idea what that means!! What if it goes wrong?! Can't you be a little more careful?!]
Jiang Xing glanced at it in his heart and answered in a very calm tone: "Ah, no."
"You know, gambling has always been my biggest passion in the world."
From the very beginning, when he deduced the location of the main characters, until now, Jiang Xingni has never liked to take the perfect, risk-free path.
She really enjoys putting herself and her future on the table, gambling on even the slightest possibility of winning.
In the short time it took Jiang Xingni to react, Xiao Jiming had already chatted with the child opposite him for several minutes.
"Make it quick, okay?" Xiao Jiming squatted down to be at eye level with the young child, his voice still carrying a smile.
"I assure you, your grandfather will be saved," he promised.
The moment those words left his mouth, Jiang Xingni keenly noticed Pei Zhaoye rolling his eyes in the children's blind spot.
Noticing her gaze, the purple-eyed boy gave her a smile and silently uttered two words: "Liar."
fraud……?
Who is the liar? Jiang Xingni turned her gaze to Xiao Jiming with great interest.
Pei Zhaoye was clearly not talking about her, so the candidate can be confirmed—Xiao Jiming.
However, the group of children clearly did not understand Xiao Jiming as well as Pei Zhaoye did. They looked at each other, tears still on their faces, and nodded to Xiao Jiming with a pitiful expression.
"Please, please don't hurt the grandfathers."
Xiao Jiming nodded with a smile, seemingly unconcerned.
Then, without prior arrangement, the group of people began to pay attention to the children's story.
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At first, there was nothing special about it; it was just like any other village, where only the elderly and children remained because the young people had left.
The boy who spoke was named Xie Yangping. His grandfather was the village chief of this small village and also a renowned inheritor of shadow puppetry.
"Grandpa's shadow puppetry has always been amazing," Xie Yangping said softly, his eyes still misty.
"Grandpa Jie always puts on shadow puppet shows for us, although..." a girl next to me added, pausing strangely halfway through her sentence before continuing, "...although compared to using a cell phone, it's definitely a bit boring..."
shadow play?
Jiang Xingni recalled the shadow puppet show video she had seen in the mall a few hours earlier.
Is it impressive? She could admit that, but is this kind of thing suitable for children? Jiang Xingni disagreed.
Or perhaps the problem lies in age?
Jiang Xing lowered his eyes, thoughtfully observing the group of children huddled together in front of him.
His height was roughly up to Xiao Jiming's back, around 1.3 meters.
The fingertips were stained with fountain pen ink, and the clothes were reasonably neat and clean. One of the children squeezed in behind was even wearing a school uniform with "Nanshan Elementary School" clearly written on it.
The children didn't notice Jiang Xingni's analysis; they just continued to tell their story, one sentence after another.
This is a typical remote mountain village with a severe outflow of population. Most of the elderly people in the village are skilled in shadow puppetry, but under the current circumstances, not many people are willing to inherit their craft.
The children who remain are also left-behind children, who spend all day glued to their phones. Even if the elderly want to teach them, they simply don't know where to begin.
Not long ago, the village chief—Jie Yangping's grandfather—obtained a wordless book.
The old man seemed to have received a priceless treasure, hugging and kissing his grandson repeatedly, and then confidently declared, "The good days of revival are coming."
Xie Yangping hadn't realized anything was wrong at the time. It was another girl—the one who had just helped him—Zhou Shengnan, who rolled her eyes and quietly nudged Xie Yangping.
The girl was straightforward and asked without any hesitation, "Is your grandfather possessed? Should we get someone to take a look at him?"
Xie Yangping shook his head in alarm, but Zhou Shengnan was right.
Their village wasn't a big one, just a few dozen families. No matter how withdrawn a child was, the adults wouldn't allow them to stay at home all day.
So, as long as one child is perceptive enough, the rest of the children will realize that there seem to be fewer and fewer adults in the village.
At this point, the group of children were only suspicious, without any substantial evidence.
Until a few days ago, a slightly older girl from the village came running over breathlessly, found them, and gave them a cell phone.
"Don't stay here," the girl gasped, then solemnly warned them. "These old bastards are all crazy! You have to run, I've found you a car—"
Before she could finish speaking, the door to the small hut they used as a secret base was pushed open a crack.
With a creaking sound, the girl nervously pushed them all away and turned around to face her originally kind uncles and relatives.
Even if they are slow to realize things, they should have noticed something was wrong.
Zhou Shengnan instinctively wanted to cry out, but she tightly covered her mouth the moment she opened it.
Tears streamed down her face, and she bit her tongue to keep herself from making a sound.
Xie Yangping was calmer than her at this time, and even managed to keep the group of children behind them, who were even smaller than the two of them, from seeing or making a sound.
She was the oldest of the children who stayed in the village. She didn't even glance at them before being dragged away by her uncles.
The struggling legs left crooked tracks on the ground, stained with dust and blood.
Only after the door to the secret base was completely closed did Zhou Shengnan release his hand in a daze.
"What happened?" the girl asked, her voice trembling.
No one could answer her question, and they also wanted to know the answer.