Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Yang Liu sat down on the single sofa opposite, pretending to play on her phone, and secretly took a picture of Han Yue and sent it to Lin Mo.

After a long while, Han Yue closed her notebook and got up to say goodbye. Yang Liu saw her to the door, her smile still polite.

The moment the door closed, Yang Liu's smile vanished.

After glancing at Li Jing, who had already returned to her room, Yang Liu went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and then dialed Lin Mo's number:

"Xiao Mo, did you see the photos I just sent you on WeChat?"

"I saw it, what's wrong?"

"She's a police officer investigating Duan Xing and Chen Jing's case. She came to our house to question Xiao Jing, so she's probably keeping an eye on you."

Yang Liu then recounted the details Han Yue had asked to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo remained silent for a long time before speaking:

"I see!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Mo frowned. He hadn't expected to be targeted by the police so quickly.

After considering for a moment, Lin Mo called Xin Lu.

"Sister Lu, I might not be able to afford medical care for your aunt anymore!"

"Huh? Why?!"

"The police said I committed murder, and I might end up in jail!"

"You killed someone?"

"No! Didn't I have a conflict with Zhao Jiaming before? He later died of a sudden pulmonary embolism, and the police suspect I did it!"

"He's dead?"

Xin Lu's tone was filled with shock.

"right!"

"That is..."

Xin Lu instinctively wanted to ask if it was Lin Moqian's, but she quickly swallowed the question and then spoke:

"Don't worry, as long as you didn't do it, no one can falsely accuse you. I'm going to find my grandfather right now!"

"Okay, that's troublesome. Oh, and two other people also died suddenly from illnesses; the police want to pin the blame on me!"

Hearing Lin Mo's words, Xin Lu remained silent for a long time:

Where are you? I'm coming to find you!

"at home."

Lin Mo then sent his address to Xin Lu's WeChat.

"Okay, wait for me, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Mo told Long Qingxue to go to the bedroom to rest.

He waited for Xin Lu alone here.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the front door.

Lin Mo got up and opened the door. Xin Lu slipped in, her expression more serious than usual.

She sat down on the sofa, and without exchanging pleasantries, got straight to the point in a low voice:

"Tell me the truth, did you do what happened to Zhao Jiaming?"

"no."

Are you sure?

"Confirmed. There is no evidence to prove that I did it."

Lin Mo leaned back on the sofa armrest, his tone indifferent.

Xin Lu's eyes, lined with thin eyeliner, swept over his face twice before she asked:

"What about the other two?"

Lin Mo gave a brief account of Duan Xing and Chen Jing's story.

"Are you sure there's no evidence pointing to you?" Xin Lu asked seriously.

"Sure!"

"Okay, as long as there's no evidence, they can't do anything to you. I'll have my grandfather put in a good word for you. Even the provincial department has to rely on evidence when handling cases. They can't act recklessly without evidence."

Don't worry, as long as you don't leave any evidence against yourself, they can't touch you.

Thanks.

Lin Mo took out two pills from his pocket, one as white as jade and the other as dark red as blood, and presented them to her in his palm.

"This is for you."

Xin Lu looked down at the two pills, not reaching out to take them, but instead looking up at him with a puzzled expression:

"What is this?"

"The white one is a beauty pill. After taking it, your skin will become as delicate and smooth as a baby's."

Xin Lu's eyes lit up.

Over the years, she has been in the jewelry business and has seen countless wealthy women spend lavishly on beauty salons, topping up their accounts with millions of dollars without batting an eye, just to get rid of a few fine lines on their faces.

Which woman doesn't love beauty?

She subconsciously reached out and carefully held the white pill between her fingertips, examining it from all angles before asking:

"And what about this red one?"

"Golden Gun Pill. As the name suggests, it's incredibly powerful." Lin Mo's lips curled up slightly.

Xin Lu's face flushed red, the redness spreading from her ears all the way down to her neck.

She glared at Lin Mo, but instead of putting the pills back, she carefully placed the two pills on a napkin.

"Is this medicine really as effective as you say?"

"You can try it if you don't believe me."

Xin Lu hesitated for a moment, then carefully placed the Golden Gun Pill on the coffee table, picked up the Beauty Pill, tilted her head back, and swallowed it.

The pill melted instantly upon entering the mouth, a cool liquid sliding down the throat, carrying a scent of photinia flowers.

She waited a moment, touched her face, and said blankly:

"I don't feel anything, when will it be effective?"

"Just look in the mirror in the bathroom and you'll see."

Xin Lu got up with some doubt and quickly went into the bathroom.

She stood in front of the mirror by the sink, turned on the light, looked closer, and then froze.

She had seen that face in the mirror for almost thirty years; it was all too familiar to her.

But at this moment, the blackheads that had plagued her throughout her adolescence had vanished without a trace, the acne scars on her forehead were as clean as if they had been erased by an eraser, the pores on her cheeks were so fine that they were almost invisible, and her whole face looked as if it had been filtered by a soft light, as white and delicate as a freshly peeled egg.

She was a beauty to begin with, but as she got older, the marks left by staying up late and socializing couldn't be hidden no matter what she did, and now they're all gone.

She stared at herself in the mirror for a full half minute, then slowly turned around and walked back to the sofa.

She didn't sit down, but instead grabbed Lin Mo's shoulders with both hands, her voice trembling slightly with excitement:

"How long will the effects of this beauty pill last?"

"Maintain? What do you mean?"

"How long will it take for my skin to return to its previous condition?"

"That depends on how you take care of yourself. If you take good care of yourself, you'll stay like this even when you're old."

"real?"

Xin Lu's fingers unconsciously tightened a little.

"Of course it's true."

"Do you still have any of these beauty pills?"

Yes, but not many.

"Did you make this yourself?"

"More or less."

Fearing that Xin Lu would ask for more, Lin Mo added:

"It's just that the production process is rather complicated."

"How exactly is it troublesome?"

Xin Lu immediately pressed for answers, her shrewdness completely replacing her earlier excitement.

She's a businesswoman; she understands jewelry and jade, but beauty pills are something that can drive women all over the world crazy.

"Medicinal herbs are quite time-consuming to prepare; many herbs require more than a hundred years to grow."

"Approximately how much does it cost to refine one?"

Lin Mo pondered for a moment and made a rough estimate in his mind.

Actually, the raw material cost of the beauty pill isn't high, at most a few hundred thousand yuan, but that can't be said. He exaggerated:

"Around twenty million."

"Twenty million..."

Xin Lu repeated the number, her eyes shining even brighter than before.

"Not expensive. This stuff sells to wealthy ladies; one piece starts at least at several hundred million. How long does it take you to refine one?"

"One or two days."

Xin Lu gasped, her mind racing.

One or two pills a day, each pill selling for hundreds of millions—that's way more profitable than hunching over and struggling to sell gold-plated projects.