Back in his room, Zheng Li saved the game first.
Even if those bugs appeared again, at least he wouldn't have to start from the beginning.
He touched the notebook in his pocket. A thought that combined curiosity with a death wish surfaced in his mind.
Zheng Li decided to open the notebook and take a look.
His heart pounded wildly, loud enough for him to hear.
As the storm outside gradually roared louder, accompanied by flashes of lightning and peals of thunder, Zheng Li slowly opened the notebook.
The writing in the notebook hadn't changed. It still lay obediently on the paper.
Zheng Li looked at the words. They recorded the various miraculous deeds of Daoist He Ming, and one entry happened to describe how he had healed the sick and saved lives.
It was a collection of several newspaper clippings pieced together. It said that, in the past, the mayor of a certain town had died of illness. Since he had always treated people well and led the townsfolk to a decent life, everyone was deeply grieved and decided to hold a funeral for him.
Because too many people had come to pay their respects, the mayor's remains stayed in the mourning hall. He could only be buried on the ninth day. That day, Daoist He Ming happened to pass through the town with his disciples. After hearing what had happened, he decided to pay his respects to the mayor.
But while making the offering, Daoist He Ming glanced at the mayor's corpse and noticed something unusual. He said that the mayor hadn't died of illness but had been poisoned by someone. Everyone was shocked and hurriedly asked Daoist He Ming who had killed the mayor. Daoist He Ming didn't tell them the answer. Instead, he said, "Why