Chapter 163 Good Luck

"But did your father give anything of special importance to others during this period?"

Mu Li asked.

A Zuo shook his head blankly: "My father and I don't communicate much, and I don't know if he would give anything to others."

"I looked at your father's situation, and it is likely that he used the art of resurrection. There must be a blood relationship between the two, and he must give him something of special importance to himself, otherwise the two cannot establish a connection."

After hearing this, the expression on A Zuo's face was ambiguous, and it was completely unknown what he was thinking.

After a long while, he said, "I don't have much communication with my father's relatives. The relationship between my family and relatives is not very good. My father will never give them anything that is particularly important to him."

Azuo's father came from a small mountain village. There were six sons in the family. Azuo's father was the third and the least valued one.

He usually worked at home. Even the opportunity to go to school was because his elder brother was unwilling to go to school. Azuo's father took advantage of the opportunity to go to school.

After he was admitted to university and made money, Azuo's father became more and more indifferent to his family. He even didn't take people from his family to visit relatives.

A Zuo still doesn't recognize those uncles and aunts. He had an experience of visiting them once before, but it was not very pleasant.

Here, the matter has reached a bottleneck.

A Zuo has no idea whether his father has given things to those people, and he doesn't know those uncles and aunts.

Mu Li sighed, and then said: "Do you want to buy a talisman paper? I can help you make your father sober for 10 minutes, but it only takes 10 minutes. If your father doesn't know who took his life, then I can't bring it back."

The distance was too far and Mu Li's cultivation was not high, which led to many things that he couldn't do.

A Zuo hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Will it be very expensive? If it is, can I give you the money later? I only have more than 200,000 yuan on me now."

Mu Li quickly shook his head: "1,000 yuan a piece, how can it be so expensive."

A Zuo swiped two big rockets very neatly.

Mu Li took out the tools for drawing talismans from under his desk.

In the eyes of everyone in the live broadcast room, the yellow paper flew into the air. Mu Li used his fingers to stick cinnabar and drew a few strokes in the air.

A blood-red mark appeared on the yellow paper, and then it burned out of thin air.

After burning, Mu Li silently recited the formula in his mouth, and soon A Zuo's father, who had been sleeping in the bed, opened his eyes in confusion.

Looking at the situation around him, he was obviously a little dazed.

Mu Li sat weakly on the stool: "Hurry up, you only have 10 minutes, I'll take a break first."

Then he sat there and closed his eyes. It was indeed a huge challenge for cultivation to use talisman paper in vain, and to have it work from such a long distance.

If the cultivation level could be higher, it would not be so difficult. It

is too troublesome to advance in cultivation in the Dharma Ending Age.

A Zuo quickly explained the matter briefly, and then asked his father: "Dad, did you give your special and important things to anyone when you attended the funeral this time?"

A Zuo's father only reacted at this moment and realized that he had been in a coma for more than 10 days.

In his opinion, he just took a nap, but he didn't expect such a big thing to happen in the middle. He

sat there and thought for a while and then said, "This time I went to attend my great aunt's funeral. During the meal, I met a young man about your age, but he didn't look well."

A Zuo's father briefly explained what happened that day.

Originally, his relationship with his relatives in the family has always been not very good, and this time he came to attend the funeral just to go through the formalities.

After all, the great aunt was still good to him, and going to her funeral was also a way to repay him for giving him a sweet potato.

Unexpectedly, he saw the great aunt's great-grandson, who looked about the same age as his own son, but sitting in a wheelchair and looked unwell.

Seeing this, I felt really distressed, and then I unconsciously said a few more words.

Azuo's father found that this nephew had a good personality and good grades, but his health was too poor.

He expressed his regret and thought about giving him something, but he didn't bring much money with him this time. Unexpectedly, this young man actually fell in love with the necklace he had been wearing.

There is nothing special about this necklace, I just wore it for many years.

Many years ago, it was very popular to braid hair into a red rope, and the red rope of this necklace also has his hair.

I thought it was not important. Although I have been here for so many years, it doesn't have any special meaning.

I just gave it to the nephew and stayed in my hometown for one night. The next day, I always felt very tired.

Later, I thought that maybe my body couldn't stand the change of environment, so I thought about going back as soon as possible.

I didn't see my nephew until I got back, and I didn't take it too seriously.

After all, he was not my son. After returning home, I hurriedly finished my meal and fell asleep on the bed.

When I woke up, I knew the news.

After listening to what Zuo's father said, Mu Li opened his eyes and asked, "What's the name of your nephew?"

Zuo's father thought for a moment, then said, "It seems to be Jiang Tianyou. I heard from the adults in his family that it was to bless him with good health. This name is quite special. I have some impression of it."

Hearing this name, Mu Li pinched the formula with one hand and figured it out quickly.

"If I'm not mistaken, the person who took your life was your nephew."

Zuo's father's face turned pale.

I didn't expect that the good-natured boy would have such thoughts.

Zuo was also very angry after hearing this, and then looked at the screen begging: "Little God, save my dad, please, save him!"

As he said this, he was about to kneel down. Seeing his son like this, Zuo's father felt very uncomfortable. If he could be more careful, would this not have happened?

Mu Li continued, "And I just figured out that the man's original target was not you, but your son. But your son didn't go, so his target became you!"

Suddenly, Azuo's father's expression became very complicated, and he looked at his son with a hint of relief.

Fortunately, it was he who went, not his son. If something happened to his son, he would never forgive him.