Sick petite ancestor, she is wild

Chapter 155
Xi Fu didn't speak, but just stared at the jade wrench on the boy's right thumb.

The ring finger is a very thick and ancient dark green, with exquisite and delicate orchid patterns carved on it, and there is a layer of light and clear blood red inside the orchid, with a bright luster, like flowing blood.

Moreover, if you look carefully, you will find that there is a very inconspicuous flaw on the inner side of the jade finger.

It was because Tan Zhi accidentally knocked against the corner of the wall to protect her.

Xi Fu held the opponent's hand tightly, looked up at him, and his voice trembled when he spoke: "Why do you have such a finger?"

The boy looked at the wrench in his hand: "Oh, this one. There was a charity auction here not long ago. It was donated by a monk. I bought it when I saw it and liked it."

monk? !
Xi Fu frowned slightly, she was still staring at Yupanzhi, and asked in a somewhat urgent voice: "Excuse me, what kind of monk is he?"

"Looks good-looking, very aura, about 17 years old." The boy slowly described it in retrospect.

17 or so! !

Xi Fu's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and Danfeng couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes.

When she returned to Xi's house, Tan Zhi was already in her twenties, and she should be 32 now.

Pursing his lips, Xi Fu still asked persistently, "Do you know the whereabouts of that little monk?"

The boy shook his head, then seemed to think of something, and said: "But the great monk with him seems to be from Lanjiang Jialan Temple, but I'm not sure."

"Thank you." Xi Fu said.

Then his eyes moved to the jade wrench, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Your jade wrench, if you don't mind, can you sell it to me?"

"Do you like it? I'll give it to you!" The boy interrupted Xi Fu with a smile, "It's fate to meet each other, let alone this thing is your old friend's thing."

Xi Fu shook his head: "You and I have no relatives or reasons, so I can't accept gifts, I'll pay for them."

Probably because he saw that Xi Fu would not accept the gift, the boy no longer insisted, and nodded: "Okay, I bought it back for 20."

20?
Xi Fu obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't say much, but said directly: "Give me your account number."

"Let's add a WeChat, I'll send you directly, or you can transfer money." The boy said.

Xi Fu looked at the boy, and was silent for a while: "I have a boyfriend, we love each other very much, and we plan to get married as soon as we go back."

"Don't worry, I still can't do such a thing as a marriage with a bad guy, so I have the right to make friends." The boy said heartily.

After the other party said this, Xi Fu couldn't refuse anymore, after all, she really wanted to buy this jade finger back.

After the two added WeChat, the boy looked at the three of Xi Fu and smiled slightly: "I forgot to introduce myself, hello, my name is Xu Shu."

"Xi Fu." Xi Fu said calmly.

The little girl Sheng Wan also smiled politely: "My name is Sheng Wan."

"Thank you Ruge."

Xu Shu took off the jade wrench finger from his hand and handed it to Xi Fu, "Then I'll go back first, goodbye."

He waved at the three of them, and quickly disappeared into the crowded street.

Xie Ruge looked at the direction the other party was leaving, and clicked his tongue softly: "What a fool, I'm not afraid that you will just run away without transferring the money to him."

"It doesn't feel like a child from someone who is short of money, otherwise I wouldn't have asked to hand it over." Sheng Wan said slowly.

Xie Ruge clicked his tongue lightly, turned his head to look at Xi Fu: "Xi Fu, you..."

Before he finished speaking, seeing Xi Fu staring blankly at the finger pull in his palm, he fell silent.

Xi Fu didn't speak, but looked down at the jade finger with a cool palm, the emotions in his eyes were extremely deep and complicated.

She can be sure that this is the one that Tan Zhi had back then, but why is it on a young monk who is about 17 years old?

What about Tanzhi?

Is he... still alive!

After transferring a sum of money to Xu Shu's bank card, Xi Fu looked at Xie Ruge and Sheng Wan: "You go back first, I'm going to Jialan Temple."

"Isn't it too late to go now? It's past ten o'clock." Xie Ruge looked at Xi Fu and said.

Sheng Wan also said: "Sister Xi Fu, it's too late for you to go to Jialan Temple now, maybe the temple is closed, go tomorrow!"

Xi Fu clenched the jade wrench tightly in his hand, and said in a deep and tense voice, "I can't wait."

She wanted to find out the origin of this finger puller, wanted to know Tan Zhi's whereabouts, wanted to know if he was alive or dead, and wanted to know how he was doing! !

For 12 years, she has been waiting for Tan Zhi to come back to find her.

For Tan Zhi, she only hoped that he would be fine.

And for so many years, this is the only time that she has news related to Tan Zhi.

When Xi Fu was about to call a taxi, the phone in his pocket rang suddenly.

Incoming call note: Wen Jiyue.

The moment Xi Fu connected the phone, he heard a deep and suppressed voice from the other end: "Xi Fu, where are you?"

"What's wrong?" Xi Fu frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"Go away!" As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Wen Jiyue's angry roar from the other end of the phone.

Xi Fu naturally knew that Wen Jiyue didn't say this to her, and instantly understood that something happened to Wen Jiyue.

His brows and eyes darkened, Xi Fu asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with you?"

"I was plotted against." Wen Jiyue's voice was unbelievably low, "Luo Shiyin is, is in my room, and she has given, given medicine."

Hearing this, Xi Fu's eyes darkened: "I'll go back now."

"Xi Fu, what's the matter?" After Xi Fu hung up the phone, Xie Ruge asked seriously.

"Something happened to Wen Zhiyue, let's go back."

Xi Fu stopped a car and went up, Xie Ruge and Sheng Wan also hurried up.

The market where they live is not far from the farm, and it takes less than 10 minutes to get there by car.

After getting off the car, Xi Fu almost ran to Wen Jiyue's room.

Along the way, Xi Fu saw more than one media reporter looking at the camera, and his already cold and charming face became even more gloomy.

They all underestimated Luo Shiyin's courage to break the boat! !

Inside the room.

Wen Jiyue leaned against the wall with forbearance and depression, her handsome face was flushed abnormally, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and even her eyes were red.

In order to stay awake, the fingernails even pinched into the flesh, and the bright red blood fell drop by drop along the fingers to the ground, and the rich incense was also mixed with a strong smell of blood.

Luo Shiyin had already stripped herself disheveled, leaving only a set of underwear with a thin layer of gauze outside, and even the lace pattern on the underwear inside was clearly visible.

She looked at Wen Jiyue, smiled very gently, but said something vicious: "Wen Jiyue, tell me, if the media reporters know this, you, the actor who has been so high for so many years, will you Is this ruined?"

Then he clicked his tongue lightly: "You know, netizens are easy to make gods and destroy gods, and they can't tolerate even the slightest stain on the person they like. Then my yesterday will be the tomorrow of Actor Wen."

(End of this chapter)