“How do you know this?” Li Jiahong felt that his brain was confused and his breathing was not smooth.
Wei Jiang said quietly, ``I once municated with someone who fled from Fuya.''
“Where is he!?” Li Jiahong held the pen tightly and stood up excitedly to ask.
Wei Jiang said with a disappointed look on his face, ``Unfortunately, the last time I had contact with him was shortly after his death, so now he should be buried in peace.''
Wei Jiang kept his gaze serious as he spoke and said: Everyone, including the person I mentioned earlier, enjoyed freedom for only a short period of time, and ultimately could not escape death.
If they realize that someone else witnessed their presence during the ceremony your wife attended and is still alive, they will definitely e again. ”
Ling Ling listened to Wei Jiang's extra knowledge with interest, and when she saw Li Jiahong's confusion, she laughed, "You're right, Mr. Li."
Li Jiahong looked at the pen in his hand, then looked at Lingling and Weijiang. He held a pen and asked Ling Ling, "What is the role of this pen? Is it a talisman?"
“He is truly a talisman,” Linlin said with a nod and a smile. "But remember, feathers have life. If you find a second feather, you must return it. Remember, the third pen found All the feathers were there before he was killed.''
“Hasn’t the date been decided yet?”
"Yes, the usage period varies from person to person." Linlin said with a pained expression.
Seeing Ling Ling’s sad expression, Li Jiahong’s eyelids twitched slightly and asked again. "What happens if the feathers don't return in time?"
“My wife and child are separated,” Ling Ling said word for word.
Ling Ling’s final warning echoed in Li Jiahong’s ears. After paying the deposit for borrowing a pen, he got ready to leave with a depressed look on his face.
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