Fu Nanli held his breath and watched the old monk muttering something. The tortoise shell used for divination was turning on the smooth table. The whole divination process was so quiet that one could even make out the falling leaves. No one dared to speak.
Even though Zhou Jin thought this kind of feudal superstition was ridiculous, he couldn't bear to expose it when he saw that Fu Nanli placed all his hopes on the old monk.
The divination lasted for an hour, and Fu Nanli's heart felt like it was suspended in a frying pan for another hour. Sweat dripped slowly down his forehead, but he did not dare to hurry.
This is his last hope.
Finally, the old monk said in a serious tone, "Southeast, a distance of 1,500 kilometers."
Fu Nanli quickly said, "Map."
Zhou Jin held his forehead with his hand. Does he really believe in this old monk
Fu Chuan took out the tablet, called up the satellite map, and finally said: "One thousand five hundred kilometers southeast of Haicheng is... Zhongcheng."
Fu Nanli seemed to be struck by thunder and immediately walked out: "Let's go to the middle city."
Midtown, it's really possible, Qiaoer is probably in Midtown, where they hid from the rain together.
Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would go and take a look.
Zhou Jin spread his hands: "Are you really going?"
Fu Nanli's figure had disappeared, and Zhou Jin could only follow him hurriedly, just to accompany this madman in his craziness again.
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It was evening when Wen Qiao woke up. She looked around and it was not the place where she was last.
She booked a hotel near the flower shop using a fake ID. Through the window on the third floor, she could see the flower shop and the convenience store. The sound of wind chimes accompanied the sound of the wind, just like when she and Fu Nanli hid from the rain before.
When death was approaching, she felt very sorry. In fact, she didn't want to die at all. She was also afraid, but she watched the darkness fall, felt her heartbeat getting weaker and weaker, and the world fell into darkness.
But now, she actually woke up, and what she saw was a very ordinary room, but not the room of that small hotel. There were birds singing outside. She glanced at her mobile phone and found that it was the next day, that is, the fourteenth day.
She is not dead!
So it was Fu Nanli who found her
She lifted the thin blanket and ran out without even having time to put on her shoes. She found herself in a courtyard. Dusk was shrouding the small yard. There was a locust tree in the middle and a stone table next to it. The yard was quiet.
"Fu Nanli?" She walked barefoot on the bluestone paved road, calling his name softly and tentatively.
But no one responded. This courtyard house had two bedrooms, a kitchen and a small warehouse. She searched all the rooms but didn't see anyone.
She was confused. She sat on a stone bench, looked up at the sunset, and felt a little dazed. She pinched her face and it hurt. She was really alive.
It was Fu Nanli who found her and saved her, but was still angry that she had lied to him and didn't want to see her, so he left again
Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the yard. When the door was pushed open, she was still confused. She saw that the person leading the group was Fu Nanli.
As the evening light shone over, Fu Nanli saw his Qiao'er sitting under a big tree. The light filtered through the shade of the tree and enveloped her. Her expression seemed a little dazed and trance-like.
His panicked heart was immediately comforted. When he walked towards her, she stood up vigilantly and took two steps back. The wariness in her eyes made him tremble with fear.
(End of this chapter)