It was a girl with tears in her eyes. Her face was childish and she looked young.
When Shu Li opened her hood, she subconsciously shrank down and tucked her deformed legs under the wide material.
Shu Li's expression did not change, and she swallowed all her surprise.
It couldn't be called a pair of legs anymore. The short part was even thinner than Shuli's wrist, and it was covered with scars like tree bark.
But the person who was so fierce just now has become pitiable, looking particularly weak and easy to bully. This gap is a bit difficult for Shu Li to accept.
"Who are you?" Shu Li kept his distance and held the wooden stick in his hand across his chest.
"I am Rong Ge." The hooded girl raised her hand to wipe away her tears and spoke timidly.
"Are you the owner of the manor?" This name made it difficult for Shu Li not to have this idea.
The hooded girl nodded, then shook her head: "It was before, but not anymore."
"Why not?"
Rong Ge bit his lower lip, his eyes resting on the stick in Shu Li's hand for a few seconds, and then he said, "Someone exchanged things with me, and what I paid was the ownership of the manor."
Shu Li narrowed her eyes: "Who is it?"
His pitiful little eyes looked straight at Shu Li, blinking innocently.
"Speak!" Shu Li had no patience and her tone was not very gentle.
But Rong Ge still looked at her with that look and didn't speak for a long time.
Shu Li later came up with a somewhat absurd idea: "That person, is me?"
The pitiful figure nodded in panic, and then shrank back: "I've been waiting for a long time, but you didn't come. After you came, you seemed to have a good relationship with that group of people..."
Shu Li suppressed her doubts about her accusation against herself and put the following information in the front: "That group of people? Are you talking about the group of cooks?"
Rong Ge nodded.
"Aren't they people employed by you? Where are your previous housekeepers or relatives?"
"I have no relatives. My uncle, the housekeeper, raised me." Rong Ge didn't have any doubts about Shu Li's ignorance, but answered them one by one.
"After I gave you the right to own the manor, the steward uncle and I lost the right to be protected. Amid the constant fighting, the steward uncle also disappeared."
Shu Li took a deep breath and asked again: "Are you sure it was me who traded with you before? Do they look exactly the same?"
Rongge shook his head: "At that time, I couldn't see. It was you who helped me regain my sight."
"Later, you said that you would come back here to complete the deal with me." Rong Ge's lowered voice rose slightly: "You said that as long as I wait here, the special person who will notice the hydrangeas is you. .”
"Then you're still attacking me?" Shu Li raised an eyebrow.
"I already felt it when you came back, but you keep doing strange things and hanging out with that group of people. I hate you."
Shu Li looked at the other party's accusing eyes, and felt an inexplicable emotion called guilt.
But why?
It wasn't her who made the promise.
Shu Li: "Then just hate it first."
She tapped the open space on her left with the stick in her hand, and said threateningly: "Stay still, or I'll beat you!"
Seeing the other person shrinking again, Shu Li turned around with satisfaction. She didn't feel guilty at all.
Shu Li walked to the edge of the roof and looked down again. She hadn't seen the words made of hydrangeas clearly just now.
Shu Li was speechless when she recognized what they were.
Hydrangea flowers form a group of pinyin: bai tuo.
Please? get rid of?
Or some other vocabulary?
Shu Li touched her chin and turned around.
"Were you always at the manor?"
Shu Li suddenly realized that the little girl in front of him seemed to be the largest information database.
After seeing the other party nodding, Shu Li asked: "Who planted those flowers?"
"you."
"Me?" Shu Li's eyes flashed slightly: "Then what else did I say?"
"You said you might not remember anything when you come back, and you don't recognize me, but you will understand as long as you see the hydrangeas you planted."
"Is there anything else?" Shu Li strung together a story, but there was still a little information missing.
"You also said that you left important things within easy reach and that you would not take them away until the transaction was completed."
Shu Li looked at the wooden stick in his hand. Could this be the thing he was talking about?
It can only be taken away after the transaction is completed. Does this mean that you can take this thing away after helping Rong Ge?
Shu Li also saw how useful this stick was just now, and it was really hard for her to give up and not take it.
However, if you don’t help Rong Ge, I’m afraid I won’t be able to take it away.
After thinking about it this way, Shu Li made a simple decision.
She put the stick aside and stretched out her hand towards Rong Ge: "Come, I will carry you downstairs, and we can change places and have a good chat."
Rong Ge subconsciously hid, but immediately, she was afraid that Shu Li would be angry, so she quickly explained: "I'm sorry, I'm not afraid of you."
"It's hard for you to carry me down the stairs. Just tell me a place and I can go down to find you by myself."
Rongge added in a low voice: "You may have to wait a little longer, and my recovery time may be a little long."
"What do you mean?" Shu Li was confused and looked at her hood: "You mean floating like before? What's the principle of that... Oh no, what's the reason of that?"
"It was a curse imposed by those people, but because of this, they can no longer hurt me."
Rong Ge looked in one direction on the roof, his eyes not filled with fear, but with boundless disgust.
Shu Li followed her and looked over. She had not noticed just now that there was a black puppet hanging there.
The puppet looks like a shrunken version of Rong Ge, almost one-to-one reproduction.
Except for a pair of eyes, which are made of white fabric, the puppet is all black. No wonder Shu Li didn't notice.
"What is that?" Shu Li asked softly, with an answer in her heart that she didn't dare to confirm.
"It's what restricts me to move here..." Rong Ge's voice contained no negative emotions, and there was even some relief.
But how to feel relieved?
Shu Li circled the stick and smiled at Rong Ge: "Since I want to help you, I may need to show a little sincerity."
In her doubtful eyes, Shu Li stepped closer.
The puppet in front of me is suspended by a silk thread. There is a light golden color on the silk thread. If you look closely, there is also a lot of black energy wrapped around it.
The black energy was obviously different from the one surrounding Rongge just now, but extended around the puppet, forming an airtight net.
Shu Li weighed the stick in his hand and swung it hard at the thread.
