Chapter 179: Herb Basket

Tears dripped onto the snake tail of the sculpture. The dust was washed away, and the tail revealed the black color that looked originally oily and shiny.

Her lover was contradictory, yet full of vitality—the terrifying Arbitration God, and also a little snake with a rough fate.

Su Mian's chest ached, her breathing was uncomfortable. She kissed until she lost strength and fell onto the altar.

Her head was dizzy, seemingly a sequela of driving away the living dead.

Su Mian just held the snake tail like this, slowly closing her eyes. Tears were still wet at the corners of her eyes, and she had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The next day.

Qiao Yinuo sat up abruptly from the bed, getting off the bed like a corpse.

The cow tied at the door was eating grass and was startled by her, letting out a confused "Moo?". She immediately rushed upstairs and found Tiffany had just woken up too.

"When did we pass out? Where's the Ragdoll Cat? Has the Ragdoll Cat come back?"

Qiao Yinuo looked anxious. Her arms were incomparably sore, but her consciousness was very clear, which made her certain of one point: everything yesterday was not a dream.

So, where was Su Mian?

Tiffany was calmer than her. "With the DM there, nothing should happen. Let's go to the main residence to find her and see if she's there."

Qiao Yinuo nodded. "Okay."

The two didn't even eat breakfast and rushed to the main residence without stopping. Everything had returned to normal, and it was even livelier than yesterday.

People were cutting window flowers, pasting "Double Happiness" symbols, and making streamers and red lanterns.

The stove was steaming hot, and a pig had been brought over at some point, probably to be slaughtered for the wedding tomorrow.

"How is this bouquet?"

"No good, no good, too small."

"Mao Ning! You stinky kid, don't steal the wedding candy!"

Qiao Yinuo was walking by bumping into people's shoulders. The front yard of the main residence was too crowded, with friends and relatives all piled up here. As soon as everyone saw a "bride" coming, they immediately surrounded them.

"Girl, how are these embroidered shoes?"

"Don't want hers, want mine. I embroidered a big phoenix, look, is it pretty or not?"

"Tell your father-in-law, where are you planning to hide your embroidered shoes?"

The two were surrounded by a group of relatives with fanatical eyes. They looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

A hand pried open the crowd, instantly revealing a gap. Seeing this, the two hurried out. Sun Er guarded behind them, and Sun Jiu was humming a song while wearing headphones.

Tiffany: "Thank you."

Sun Er shook her head. "It's okay. Are you looking for Su Mian?"

Qiao Yinuo nodded quickly. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine, brought back by the DM. She's resting in the main residence, just sleeping until now and hasn't gotten up."

Hearing this, the two let out a sigh of relief. They hadn't fully calmed down yet when they realized someone was missing.

Qiao Yinuo looked around. "Where's Meng Yaya?"

"Dead."

"What???"

Qiao Yinuo looked incredulous. "She didn't do anything yesterday, how did she die?"

Sun Er was also a bit puzzled. She rubbed her chin. "She was too scared yesterday, so she stayed on the second floor of the main residence and never went down. The main residence has a high danger coefficient to begin with, so it's not strange that she died."

"Alright."

Tiffany didn't pursue the question anymore. She suddenly thought of something. "Then did you look at her script?"

"Looked at it, she isn't the murderer."

Once this was said, the few fell silent again.

If the blood handprint on the window of the in-laws' residence was really left by the murderer, now that Meng Yaya was dead, the only one who could match the handprint was Sun Er.

She knew she was the biggest suspect, but she also knew she wasn't the murderer, so she spoke resolutely.

"I plan to go to Ya Shan Village. Is anyone coming with me?"

Tiffany stepped forward. "I'll go."

Qiao Yinuo shook her head. "I won't go. I'm worried about Li Meili being injured, I want to go see her."

Having said that, she walked toward the main residence on her own. Tiffany and the twin sisters rushed to Ya Shan Village. Tomorrow was the day of voting, and the person most urgently wanting to find another suspect was none other than Sun Er.

So after entering the Li family's house, she started a carpet search, even digging out a few hundred yuan from under the TV cabinet. She hesitated for two seconds and tucked it into her pocket—well, just in case she really needed money.

Tiffany went to the second floor and found nothing, so she simply went to the mourning hall to take a look—to be precise, it wasn't a mourning hall.

Because there was a bed inside, it was more like the bedroom of the deceased. The moment she opened the door, something fell off the windowsill with a clatter.

Tiffany looked closely and saw it was a photo frame. An old man was holding a black snake, the snake coiled around the old man's arm, its tail tip raised.

Before she could understand what it meant, Sun Er called her back.

"I suspect this is the murderer's room."

Tiffany looked over. That room was on the left side of the living room, with a kang and an eight-immortal table.

The two walked in. Sun Er saw a pile of red things in the trash can at a glance. She squatted down to rummage and found a pile of paper-cut "Double Happiness" symbols.

Tiffany's eyes lit up. "When we first started, didn't we cut 'Double Happiness' symbols? That means this murderer knows how to cut them. At that time, Li Meili, Meng Yaya, and Qiao Fugui couldn't cut window flowers, so we can exclude those three."

Sun Er frowned. "At that time, Qiao Fugui's window flower was learned from someone else, so she really doesn't seem to know how to cut them. So, who did she learn from?"

After she finished speaking, Tiffany was also stunned. To be honest, she was very nervous at the time, afraid that if she cut it wrong, she would lose her life, so she had no time to observe others. But then she shook her head again.

"It doesn't matter, we'll ask Qiao Fugui when we go back."

"Okay."

The younger sister wearing headphones called out to the two, seemingly having discovered something.

"I found a basket under the bed."

It contained some herbs. Sun Er picked it up and smelled it, then immediately rushed out of the house and found the medicinal soup in the kitchen.

There wasn't much left, but the smell was pungent. One smell told her it wasn't anything good. Fortunately, Sun Er had paid attention.

"It smells exactly the same as these herbs."

Tiffany had experience as a herbalist. She picked up the medicinal soup, smelled it, and dipped a bit with her finger to rub it.

"Cinnabar, ginger... and a bit of ash. There should be another herb, it looks like something to drive away ghosts."

Sun Jiu shook the herb basket in her hand. "Is it this?"

Tiffany pondered for a moment and nodded. "It should be."

She stepped forward to observe and concluded, "It's honeysuckle."

"Then it has nothing to do with this." Sun Er looked decadent. Cinnabar, ginger, ash, honeysuckle—all were non-toxic things that couldn't cause death.

She guessed it had nothing to do with the deceased's death, and there was nothing left in this room. The clues were broken, and she felt a bit powerless.

She had also looked in the wardrobe, and there was absolutely nothing. They didn't know that Su Mian had used the rules to take away all the white cloth portraits and the grandfather's clothes and pants. ===== CHAPTER 180 =====