My vampire princess wants to repay a debt of gratitude.

Lin Mo readily agreed to Jiang Chatu's request. In any case, Jiang Chatu wouldn't ask him for money, and money was exactly what he needed most.

Jiang Chatu was surprised that Lin Mo agreed so quickly. She paused for a moment before saying, "Okay, I'll send it to you by express delivery. Just wait."

Lin Mo hung up the phone happily.

Soon, a strange cool breeze blew into Lin Mo's room, and the spirit world courier reappeared in front of Lin Mo. This time, it wasn't a sunny doll, but a gloomy doll with a mournful face.

Two tears hung on the face of the cloudy doll, which looked at Lin Mo with a sobbing expression. It opened its mouth but made no sound. However, Lin Mo understood that it was asking him if it was Lin Mo.

Lin Mo nodded, and it handed an envelope to Lin Mo.

Then the cool breeze disappeared, and Lin Mo returned to the real world.

He left the room and knocked on Ye Zimo's door next door.

Xiaoju opened the door, made sure Lin Xuan hadn't followed, then let Lin Mo in and closed the door.

This time, Lin Mo did not use the Rewind talisman directly, but instead opened the Wizarding Encyclopedia.

He remembered that the Wizarding Encyclopedia recorded a copying talisman that could temporarily copy the power of other talismans. Although the copied talisman might only have one-tenth the power of the original, this copying talisman was considered a high-level talisman and was very complicated to make.

Chapter 157 Copying Talisman

"Dragon bone grass, twin flowers, ghost mint... I have no idea where to buy these materials."

Lin Mo complained somewhat in frustration, almost giving up on making the replication talisman.

Ye Zimo leaned closer and glanced at them: "I have all these things at home. I'll have the wizard in my family send them over by express delivery."

Lin Mo then remembered that the vampire family also had contracted wizards, and was even a wizarding family. These big families must have these strange and unusual materials.

Before long, the wizards from Ye Zimo's family delivered a bunch of materials and two copying talismans directly to her.

It seems they guessed what Ye Ziming was going to do, since the materials were quite clear.

In the end, Lin Mo used up all the materials and created a batch of useless talismans. He had to admit that his wizarding talent was not very high, especially since it was even more difficult to achieve rapid mastery.

So Lin Mo used these two ready-made copying talismans to replicate the effect of the Rewind Talisman, and both copying talismans were transformed into the shape of the Rewind Talisman.

Lin Mo created a one-square-meter barrier space, sealing himself and the talisman within it.

He took out his copy of the time-travel talisman and focused his mind intently on Chen Tie.

Soon, the Rewinding Talisman transformed into a stream of light that rushed around before finally entering Lin Mo's body.

A familiar feeling washed over him, and Lin Mo opened his eyes to see a virtual screen in front of him, showing footage of Chen Tie's death.

He didn't seem to be in a mental hospital, but rather in a separate room, a room that resembled a study.

There were thick stacks of documents and a computer on the table.

The computer was logged into the Tianhe Curse website, and Chen Tie was posting. He seemed to be in a state of high excitement, with bloodshot eyes. In just a few minutes, he posted a message urging everyone to protect the moat. However, he quickly deleted the post and reposted it.

The post about the curse of the Milky Way.

After he finished distributing the documents, he sat down on the stool and looked at the materials on the table.

Through his perspective, Lin Mo saw that these were some survey questionnaires.

Chen Tie took out a dagger, slashed his wrist, and picked up the questionnaires one by one, letting out a chilling laugh.

"You all must die, you all must die, you will all die, you will all be punished by the River God!"

Lin Mo was stunned, and the scene abruptly ended.

The copied backslide spell only lasted for 5 minutes, but Lin Mo basically figured out the logical chain.

"How about it?"

Ye Zimo watched as he broke through the barrier and stepped out.

"Chen Tie has a questionnaire. Everyone who filled out the questionnaire and opposed closing the chemical plant is his target, the person this imaginary monster killed after it was created."

Lin Mo saw the names of the previous six victims on those questionnaires, and they were listed at the very beginning, which is why he was so certain.

"If we only need to find out who took those questionnaires back then, we can identify the next victim?"

Xiaoju asked.

“Theoretically, yes, but there’s no need for that. I’ve already memorized the name of the seventh person, Wei Jianguo.”

Lin Mo wiped away his cold sweat as he spoke. Yes, it was Lao Wei, his homeroom teacher.

Unexpectedly, the homeroom teacher was also involved in the investigation back then, and even opposed closing the chemical plant.

He decided to go to Lao Wei's staff dormitory immediately. Although it was a holiday, Lao Wei's only property was the staff dormitory allocated by the school.

It's a 90-square-meter apartment with two bedrooms and a living room, and he lives there all by himself.

His parents would occasionally come to visit him, but they would never stay long. They couldn't stand the city atmosphere and felt more relaxed in the countryside, since they knew all the neighbors and could often visit each other to play mahjong.

Lin Mo, Ye Zimo, and Xiao Ju arrived at Lao Wei's house together.

Old Wei opened the door and looked at Lin Mo and Ye Zimo in surprise, with a little girl with them.

"Brother Ma? What brings you here? And Zimo, and who is this?"

"My name is Xiaoju."

Xiaoju introduced herself.

Looking at her chubby face, Old Wei's mood immediately improved. "Come in."

Usually, it was Lao Wei who wanted to visit Lin Mo's home, but this time it was Lin Mo who took the initiative to go to the homeroom teacher's house.

Old Wei's house is decorated in a retro style, the kind of retro European style that was popular in the 70s and 80s. It looks old-fashioned, which suits Old Wei's temperament very well.

The three sat awkwardly on the wooden sofa, and Lao Wei poured them three glasses of water.

"What brings you to my house today?"

Old Wei straightened his bangs and forced an awkward smile.

"Teacher, did you conduct a survey a year ago regarding the alleged demolition of the chemical plant upstream of the moat?"

Lin Mo picked up his water glass and asked.

Old Wei stroked his chin: "What you're saying seems to confirm it. I remember I filled out a form opposing the demolition."

"why?"

Lin Mo asked again.

“I have a cousin who works at a chemical plant. You don’t know, back then a lot of people in Weicheng were unemployed. Many people got new jobs because of the chemical plants. If they were demolished, those unemployed people wouldn’t know what jobs to look for. Moreover, Weicheng’s economy owes a lot to those chemical plants.”

Old Wei paused for a moment, then said, "But now that I think about it, I regret it a bit. The lower reaches of the Tianhe River are simply unbearable to look at; they're so heavily polluted."

Lin Mo and Ye Zimo exchanged a glance, and sure enough, this Wei Jianguo was their teacher.

"Has the teacher encountered anything strange lately?"

Lin Mo continued to ask.

"Strange thing? No, nothing."

Old Wei raised his glasses with one hand and rubbed them. He had heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for several days.

"I keep having nightmares."

Ye Zimo said calmly.

Old Wei looked at Ye Zimo in surprise: "How did you know? Zimo, classmate?"

"Judging from your mental state, you're either staying up late watching movies or not sleeping well."

Lin Mo added.

Old Wei glared at Lin Mo: "What do you mean by staying up all night watching movies? What kind of movies are you watching? Teachers are the kind of people who are wholeheartedly devoted to education."

Lin Mo immediately nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, teacher, what nightmares do you have?"

"I've noticed you're all acting strangely today. What brings you to see the teacher?"

Old Wei's face darkened, and he became serious.

"Does the teacher know about the Heavenly River Curse?"

Xiaoju asked, because both the young lady and her benefactor called this balding middle-aged man "teacher," so Xiaoju followed suit.

"Young people these days don't study hard. They didn't assign enough homework for winter break, and they actually sent this to the class group. Don't they know I'll see it?"

When Old Wei started talking about this, he began to complain, "You kids should all firmly believe in materialism, how can you believe in those feudal superstitions? Impossible, what river god! Absolutely impossible!"

"You came to me just for this?"

Old Wei looked at Lin Mo suspiciously. Lin Mo nodded: "Yes, that's what I think too, teacher. I came here because I wanted to discuss this with you."

Old Wei broke out in a sweat, realizing that the child had gone astray.

They come to me to discuss a rumor, why don't they focus on doing math problems? It seems I didn't assign enough homework for winter break. I really wish they could do a few more sets of math problems!

Chapter 158 The Next Target

Lin Mo, unaware that Lao Wei was thinking about math homework, pressed him for an answer with a serious expression.

"Have you been having nightmares lately, like dreaming about river gods or something?"

Old Wei touched his bald head, didn't answer Lin Mo's question, and went into the room on his own, took out a set of math workbooks, and handed them to Lin Mo.

"Just do this if you have nothing else to do."

Lin Mo's lips twitched slightly.

He put the workbook aside, thinking he should ask Lao Wei a different question, otherwise Lao Wei wouldn't cooperate at all.

He glanced at Ye Zimo, who nodded slightly.

“You haven’t been feeling well lately and you really want to talk to someone. The person in front of you is reliable, so you can talk to them.”

Ye Zimo's eyes were like a red abyss as she stared at Lao Wei.

Old Wei was momentarily dazed.

He stared blankly at Ye Zimo and said.