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They were delayed on the road and it was almost twelve o'clock before they arrived at Luo Qingcheng's community.

This place was bought by Jiang Huai for her, and it was very confidential. Luo Qingcheng sent Pei Chen's license plate number to the guard in advance, and he was let in.

Pei Chen parked the car and followed Fu Yuan, looking around.

She had nothing in her hands and her skirt was so tight that it looked like she couldn't hide anything. The box was estimated to be twenty centimeters long. Where did she put it?

"Don't look for it, this is it."

How could Fu Yuan not feel his strong gaze? With a flip of her wrist, the gray box reappeared and appeared directly in front of Pei Chen.

A big box just appeared out of an empty hand? ? ?

After he was surprised, he suddenly thought of those disgusting tentacles that had come out of it not long ago. His face suddenly changed and he took a big step back, with the words "Don't get close to me" written all over his body.

Fu Yuan found it funny and deliberately threw the box to him.

Seeing the man frantically trying to pick up the box in fear of it breaking, I kindly told him, "I took out the seeds."

She had known for a long time that someone was monitoring her near Jiuting, so the moment Ye Lianxi handed the thing to her, she put the seeds of the evil poison vine on it.

So even if she gave the box to them, those people couldn't take it away.

She always likes to prepare for many things, and this has been proven to be a good habit many times.

After hearing her say that there were no disgusting tentacles inside, Pei Chen felt relieved and held the box steady.

"Yuanyuan, is this called spatial ability?" He was really curious.

After knowing each other for ten years, Pei Chen was still often shocked by the skills she occasionally displayed.

He knows medicine, understands animal language, can heal himself when injured, and can fight. He looks as strong as him.

Now you can also transform objects through the air.

He now suspected that she might possess all the supernatural powers that they all possessed.

Pei Chen instantly felt like a waste again.

"No, I don't know what it's called."

Fu Yuan glanced at him and saw that he suddenly looked depressed: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm different from all of you. I don't have any special abilities." This guy's thoughts are always easy to guess. "You are already quite powerful among humans, one of the best. Don't underestimate yourself."

There are many people with special powers in this world, and there are also many people with special powers in the Polar Wolf organization.

There are also ordinary people who have special abilities.

For example, someone who is unrivaled in a certain field, someone with a particularly strong learning ability, someone who is a public figure that is particularly popular with everyone, someone with such good looks that no one can help but like them, these all belong to some kind of supernatural power.

However, compared with offensive superpowers, the superpowers of these people are more reasonable and more acceptable to people.

A power-type mutant like Pei Chen does not just have immense brute force. He can even use the force of any external object to attack, such as a gust of wind or a fallen leaf. As long as there is force, anything can become his weapon.

In Flower, he was the only one whose ability was upgraded for the second time, just like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

He is so strong that he can survive till today with such a crippled body, but he is still making her feel inferior.

Fu Yuan really wanted to hit him hard on the back of the head twice.

Pei Chen was very happy to be praised. He suppressed his lips and continued to ask: "If it's not a supernatural power, then what is it?"

He is so annoying.

Fu Yuan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Do you believe that there are monsters and ghosts in this world?"

Pei Chen had an expression that said, "Don't think I'm stupid."

Fu Yuan snorted coldly.

So, he doesn't believe it himself but keeps asking her.

It won’t be too late to ask her when he has F’s brain.

Luo Qingcheng lives in Building 6, and Fu Yuan didn't let her come down to pick her up.

Her travels have been too dangerous recently. Last time, a fanatical fan directly pushed away the bodyguard and tried to get into her car. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and closed the door in time.

When she arrived at the floor number she gave, Fu Yuan pressed the doorbell three times, two short and one long, and the door was opened immediately.

Luo Qingcheng, who was inside the door, was relieved to see that both of them were fine.

Although she knew they could handle it, she still felt a little scared when she thought about it. Perhaps it was because the shadow of the past was too deep. In her memory, that person was like a devil.

Always call her Second Miss respectfully.

Finally, he still smiled respectfully and said to her: I'm here to see the second young lady off.

Pei Chen came in and put the box on the coffee table.

Several people sat down around the coffee table, and Fu Yuan said, "Lian Xi gave it to you, saying it was your mother's relic, and it had been locked in the safe in the room by Ye Hui."

Luo Qingcheng's eyes dimmed.

This silly boy, I don’t know how much effort he put in to steal it back from Ye Hui, the old fox.

The square box was covered with a thick layer of dust on the outside and looked quite old. But even though it was old, the wood of the box felt very good to the touch and was probably not ordinary wood.

Luo Qingcheng carefully wiped off the dust and slowly opened the box under the gaze of two pairs of eyes.

There was only a palm-sized, slightly faded brocade bag inside. The brocade bag was empty and there was nothing else.

Pei Chen had a question mark on his face: "Are you sure this box hasn't been swapped? Does it also need to be locked in a safe?"

Could it be that this box or brocade bag is an antique from hundreds of years ago and has collection value?

Fu Yuan was not too surprised. Seeing Luo Qingcheng staring at the brocade bag in a trance, she asked softly, "Have you seen this before?"

She shook her head.

Her mother never told her that she had left anything for her.

However, she was very good at embroidery. When her father was still alive, she would often make some small things for him. Since she went to the Ye family, she has never touched needlework again, and Ye Hui also did not allow her to make these things that would hurt her mind and eyes.

She always sat alone in the room, looking out the window, not knowing whether she was in a daze or thinking about her innocent husband who died suddenly.

Luo Qingcheng vaguely remembered that when she was little, she once asked her what the thing her father stole was and why he died.

The mother just looked at her with tears in her eyes and said: Xiao Qing, when you grow up, I will tell you.

Now that she has grown up, she is gone.

Luo Qingcheng closed her eyes tightly to force back the tears.

She held the sachet carefully in her hand and accidentally saw a small dark stain the size of a fingernail in the corner, which looked like dried blood.

She was stunned, and suddenly a loud alarm bell seemed to appear in the depths of her mind, making her ears ring for a long time.

Luo Guan once mentioned to her that the Luo family's ancestors had a unique secret technique, which was to dissolve silk threads in special pigments and then sew them onto clothes, so that the patterns and words would become invisible.

Only by smearing cinnabar and human blood on the cloth and then smoking it with a dark fire can the things on it be made visible. In ancient times, this was a way of secretly transmitting information.