Chapter 293

Girl, are you telling the truth?

The Village Head's action of raising his cup froze mid-air; hearing Lin Meng's words, he became very excited.

If he could really find work here, it would definitely be a good thing for him.

He had spent his whole life here; now the village is gone, his position as Village Head is useless, and he's not used to idling away even for a short while.

As for his eldest grandson, if he could work hard at this base, that wouldn't be bad either.

Lin Meng nodded at the Village Head; she felt she still had this bit of face, and Yang Chairman would give her this face.

"It's true; I have some connection with the chairman developing this place, and you and Zhang Yu Fan are clean‑slated, so as long as you're willing, I will definitely be able to help you."

Upon hearing this, the Village Head's tightly knit brows relaxed considerably, and he said to Zhang Yu Fan:

"Did you hear that, little Fan? From now on work hard; Lin Meng will get your job settled, so you must not drag your feet and cause her trouble."

Zhang Yu Fan wanted to speak but held back, finally nodding.

Lin Meng left the Village Head's home already past ten at night.

The whole village had sunk into dead silence, growing even quieter.

Lin Meng tiptoed to the old residence, intending to sit and cultivate there for the night, then return to Jing Shi the next day.

Just as she reached the gate, she sensed someone inside the residence, and seemed to hear the sound of an iron shovel prying at the earth.

Lin Meng focused her hearing and heard several people whispering inside.

"Could there really be anything? Lin Meng isn't a fool; after she left, would she have dropped something valuable for us to find?"

"Who knows? Stop the chatter and dig fast; even if we have to turn the old residence upside down, we must search—maybe there really is something."

"I just feel that little brat is off; earlier we never saw her with money, yet suddenly she paid off her debts and even got a big Benz. Wang Fang and her wife say she's being kept outside, but I don't buy it—Lin Meng doesn't look like the type to sweet‑talk men into being her lover; I don't believe she'd be someone's mistress."

"Exactly, only Wang Fang and her wife would do such disgusting things; we're not saying Lin Meng is good, just that her personality would never allow her to do that—she probably just came into a windfall. Earlier I felt something was off about her at the old master's grave; maybe the old master left a treasure that she dug up."

Inside, heads were gathered; Lin Meng climbed over the wall to look in and saw Second Uncle Fourth Uncle's couple present, plus two village women; from their backs they appeared to be Eldest Aunt and Second Aunt.

They came to dig in the middle of the night—could they think there's gold buried under the old residence?

However, they did guess about right: Lin Meng's life turnaround really did rely on the treasure given by her grandfather.

But this treasure was sent by her grandfather in a dream; ordinary people really don't get such a chance.

Lin Meng did not reveal herself; she wanted to see how long this lot intended to keep digging.

After thinking, Lin Meng simply took out her flying sword, rode it up into mid‑air, hovered behind the old residence, and watched at leisure.

The village's streetlights were all off, the old residence was pitch black, tonight many clouds covered the moon and stars, the whole village was pitch dark, Lin Meng floated in mid‑air dressed all in black, making her hard to spot.

Below, six people each wielding a shovel dug hard at the courtyard, especially turning over the soil around the trees; they were drenched in sweat yet found nothing.

Second Brother's wife, exhausted, flung down her shovel and plopped onto a stool, cursing.

"That bitch Lin Meng, even though she's living well she doesn't think of us elders—totally outrageous!"

"No way, I heard she's living in a mansion in Jing Shi; I have to go find her."

Second Uncle Lin Jianyang frowned upon hearing that.

"I warn you not to act recklessly—even the eldest brother's family has been dealt with by Lin Meng like that; do you think you can beat her? Don't bring more trouble to the family, think of your two kids!"

Li Qiaohui felt resentful hearing that, but her mind remained active.

Her husband, afraid of trouble, hadn't even managed to snag a share of the eldest branch's property; the village reclaimed it to sell off and make up for the eldest.

Now that sum of money has been taken by Lin Qianqian, yet they still have to look after the good‑for‑nothings Lin Haoxuan and Lin Jianyang—what right do they have?

After all, they all bear the Lin surname, blood is thicker than water, but Li Qiaohui cares nothing for such kin; she simply can't swallow this anger.

As for Jing Shi, she's decided to go there!

Lin Meng saw that Second Aunt's expression was off; this person seems to be plotting something.

After thinking, Lin Meng raised her hand and flicked a burst of qi at Li Qiaohui, striking her in the back.

"Ow, who threw a stone at me?"

Li Qiaohui winced in pain, sprang to her feet, but found no gravel nearby; everyone else was busy digging, no one paid her any heed.

She sat down suspiciously, but soon felt pain again, being hit twice in a row.

She rolled up her sleeve and saw a large bruise on her arm.

Li Qiaohui instantly felt a chill down her back, frightened she retreated several steps, hiding against the wall and staring fixedly at the other five.

But just then, her shoulder flared with sharp pain; this time she saw clearly that none of the five had thrown anything at her, yet the solid ache proved someone was striking her!

"Stop digging, stop digging—I just got hit several times; could someone be watching us from the dark?"

Li Qiaohui's words found no believers, but when she displayed the bruises on her arm and shoulder, the others exchanged bewildered glances.

Their midnight digging would surely sound bad if it got out.

The two men immediately rushed out of the gate, each searching a side; they found no one around the old residence.

Lin Jianyang furiously turned back to the old residence's courtyard and unleashed a torrent of abuse at Li Qiaohui.

"You shameless woman, if you want to slack off just say so; why make up nonsense to scare people? Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death!"

Li Qiaohui looked aggrieved, about to retort, when suddenly Zhang Guilan beside her also cried out in pain.

Immediately, everyone else jumped up, discovering they too had been struck.

They lifted their clothes and indeed saw a bruise.

"What's going on? This isn't right."

Lin Meng's hand movements didn't stop; she was enjoying herself.

Just then, her eldest aunt suddenly cried out in alarm.

"Ghosts! It must be a haunting!"

Lin Meng's eyes lit up; "Ghosts? Haunting? Perfect—let's arrange it!"

She mobilized her spiritual power, activated the art, using telekinesis to lift the shovel Li Qiaohui had cast aside, and in an instant sent it flying toward the crowd.

In the dead of night, the shovel moved by itself, scaring the group into successive shouts and wails, which naturally roused the rest of the villagers.

Shortly, sporadic lights flickered on in the village, and some people rushed over here.

Seeing this, Lin Meng chuckled, then she controlled her flying sword to lift herself high into the sky, stopping only when she was sure those below could no longer see her.

Soon, the old residence was surrounded; the crowd broke in, saw the place in disarray, and also saw Lin Jingxiang's group all holding shovels, instantly understanding what had happened.

These people probably think that Lin Meng's drastic change is entirely because there's treasure buried beneath the old residence, right?