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Chapter 845 Jiaojiao, Why Are You Ignoring Me?

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. It’s probably inconvenient for him to be alone in the hospital. If you have time, why don’t you help me visit him at the hospital?”

Pei Yao immediately perked up when she heard this and nodded repeatedly. “Alright, I’ll go now.”

Seeing her anxious expression, Chi Jiao shook her head helplessly.

Look at Pei Yao now, how could she still tease

her?

Actually, they were both the same.

As Chi Jiao thought about this, her attention went to the black box in front of her.

The exquisite black box 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 feeling puzzled, the sharp edge accidentally cut her finger. Chi Jiao cried out in surprise as blood seeped out of her fingertips.

However, to her surprise, her blood seeped into the black box, allowing her to find a web-like opening. Not only that, there was a very strong mental seal on the black box.

An idea popped into Chi Jiao’s head. She then slammed her mental power into the black box.

With a click, the seal was unlocked. The black box opened, revealing two things.

A blood-red crystal pendant and a very old sheepskin book.

Staring at the red crystal pendant, Chi Jiao felt a strange aura seeping out of it.

This aura was very familiar to hers. She felt that this crystal seemed to be somewhat similar to the Heart of Life, but there were some differences.

Chi Jiao couldn’t describe the complicated feelings in her heart. In the end, she turned to look at the ancient sheepskin book.

Chi Jiao took a cursory look and realized that this yellow sheepskin book must be a few hundred years old. The entire book was made from the skin of a little lamb, and the bindings were made of extremely exquisite golden threads, giving off an ancient aura.

Chi Jiao reached out and carefully scanned the book. For some reason, she felt a familiar and trustworthy aura from it.

This feeling was inexplicable. Chi Jiao opened the book.

There was a signature on the first page. A woman’s elegant handwriting wrote out the words “Bai Wanxi”.

Just by looking at the words, Chi Jiao could guess that this woman called Bai Wanxi must be a rare gentle beauty.

With that thought in mind, Chi Jiao flipped open the notebook and read the first page. She realized that it was Bai Wanxi’s diary.

Just as Chi Jiao was about to investigate, a strange force suddenly swept over like a vortex, sucking her in. Before she could react, Chi Jiao lost consciousness and her vision turned black.

Immediately after, an unfamiliar but reassuring voice was heard. Chi Jiao’s vision blurred. When she could see clearly again, she realized that she had arrived at an unfamiliar place.

In the antique ancestral hall, Chi Jiao was kneeling on a cushion, facing the ranks of ancestors as if she was reflecting.

“Jiaojiao, I’m talking to you. Why are you ignoring me?” A gentle voice rang in Chi Jiao’s ears again.