Chapter 845
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Chi Jiao was smart. Just by looking at Pei Yao's expression, she could guess what she wanted to say. "Sister Pei Yao, Beitang Lie's arm is fractured. I'm afraid it's inconvenient for him to be alone in the hospital. If you're free, why don't you help me visit him at the hospital?"
Pei Yao perked up when she heard this. She couldn't help but nod repeatedly. "Alright, I'll go now."
Seeing her anxious expression, Chi Jiao shook her head helplessly.
Pei Yao still had the cheek to laugh at her like this?
Actually, the two of them were the same.
As Chi Jiao thought about it, she retracted her gaze from her phone and focused her attention on the black box in front of her.
The exquisite black box was natural and seemed to be made of black crystal. She couldn't tell how to open it.
Chi Jiao played with the black box, unable to figure out how to open it.
Just as she was puzzling over it, suddenly, she accidentally cut her finger by the sharp edge of the knife.
Chi Jiao exclaimed as a trace of blood seeped out of her fingertip.
However, to Chi Jiao's surprise, this trace of blood actually seeped into the black box, allowing her to discover an opening that was as thin as a spider's silk.
Not only that, but there was also a very strong mental seal on the black box.
With a thought, Chi Jiao's mental strength collided heavily with the black box.
With a click, the seal was undone. The black box opened, revealing two items inside.
There was a blood-red crystal pendant and an old sheepskin book. Ba Shan Academy
Chi Jiao stared at the red crystal pendant and felt the strange aura emanating from it.
This aura felt very familiar to Chi Jiao. She had a feeling that this crystal was somewhat similar to the Heart of Life, but there were also some differences.
Chi Jiao couldn't describe the complicated feelings that rose in her heart. In the end, she still looked at the ancient sheepskin book.
Chi Jiao took a cursory look and realized that this yellowed sheepskin book had a few hundred years of history. The entire book was made of the skin of a little lamb. The book was bound with extremely exquisite golden threads that were wrapped around it again and again, exuding an ancient aura.
She reached out and carefully brushed her hand across the book. For some reason, Chi Jiao could feel a very familiar aura from it that she could rely on.
This feeling came out of nowhere. Chi Jiao opened the book for some reason.
There was a signature on the first page of the book.
The woman's graceful calligraphy had written the words' Bai Wanxi '.
Seeing the words was like seeing the person. Just by looking at these three words, Chi Jiao could guess that this woman named Bai Wanxi was a rare gentle beauty.
At this thought, Chi Jiao flipped open the notebook. On the first page, she realized that it was Bai Wanxi's diary.
. Just as she was about to investigate, a mysterious force suddenly, a whirlpool like a whirlpool, sucking her in.
Before she could even react to what had happened, Chi Jiao instantly lost consciousness and her vision turned black.
Immediately after, an unfamiliar but reassuring voice suddenly rang in her ears. Chi Jiao's vision blurred. When she could see clearly again, she realized that she had arrived at an unfamiliar place.
In the ancient ancestral hall, Chi Jiao was kneeling on a soft cushion, facing the ancestors' rankings as if she was reflecting on her mistakes.
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