"Follow me." Mo Mo took Ye Xuantian to a small town not far from the ancient street, the town was not big, and there were relatively few people.

Mo Mo came to a shop that made potato curry and stopped.

"Momo, are you hungry?" Ye Xuantian thought that Mo Mo was hungry,

"Am I worth being a foodie in your heart?" A row of crows flew over Momo's head.

"You'll find out when you go inside." Mo Mo walked in. The shop is not big, but it is very neat and tidy, and it looks very comfortable, and there are no customers inside.

"Is the boss there?" Mo Mo asked in a loud voice after entering.

"It's coming, it's coming." A man pushed open the door and walked out.

"What's wrong? Are you surprised to see me? Mo Mo smiled, the person who came was the old lady she met that day.

"I'm just surprised you found this place." The old man was shocked for a moment, and then quickly calmed down.

"Why don't you invite us to sit inside and have a chat?" Mo Mo raised an eyebrow and asked.

"Okay, please come in." The old man smiled helplessly, turned and went into the house.

"Let's go." Mo Mo and Ye Xuantian looked at each other and smiled, and walked in side by side.

"Looks like you've settled the matter?" The old man sat down on the stool, and Mo Mo and Ye Xuantian also sat down on the other side.

"Of course, that's done, but let's talk about your problem now." Mo Mo took a sip of tea and said leisurely.

"Oh? What questions do I have to say? The old man smiled coldly, not buying it at all.

"You must have lived in the old street when you were a child, and then moved away?" Mo Mo smiled indifferently, not caring about the old man's coldness at all.

"I know a lot, so what?" The old man said indifferently.

"No, it's just that I can't figure out what you mean by that?" Mo Mo looked directly at the old man with sharp eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, huh, that's what I mean." The old man obviously didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, but Mo Mo came this time just for this matter, how could he easily let the old man go?

"Don't sell it, I think this matter should be directly related to the tragedy a few decades ago, right?" Mo Mo broke through the mystery with a word, and sure enough, he saw that the old man's expression changed.

"Let's take a look at this." Mo Mo Bar dug something from the bottom of the well and threw it on the table, and the old man opened it and glanced at it casually.

"Nothing you want to say?" Mo Mo asked curiously.

"Nope." The old man replied angrily.

"Then do you know that what is written here is the key to these two things?" Momo's eyes are like a wolf's gaze, making it impossible to look directly.

"Okay, let's open the skylight and say something, what is your relationship with the person who wrote this?" Mo Mo leaned back, her face inquiring.