Aren't 299 people dead?
Juan Mu approached the portrait in disbelief. When he saw the name "Wang Huilin" written on the memorial tablet in the shrine, he couldn't help but believe that this person was the nanny he had hired in his second life.
“He passed away in 2000…” The wrinkles between Juan Mu’s eyebrows gradually increased and deepened, “If it was 2000, then An Qing also came here. Is it possible that Sister Wang met here? Qin knows it. Sister Wang also came here before ing here, but Sister Wang and An Qin's deaths were caused by unusual factors. Was it caused?”
I had a lot of questions. Homo saw a black urn placed in front of the statue at the shrine. A regular urn is fine. However, Fang Mu, a wooden box that is very similar in style, material, and manufacturing process, was already in the old village of Wenyatun. The leader had seen it before, but it was a black paulownia box that contained a hammer, a relic that God had abandoned across time and space, asking him to bring it to a cave in a farming village.
The black paulownia box can be used to temporarily seal the hammer. Actually, this is a prop for sealing.
Fang Mu thought about this too much and couldn’t help but suppress a feeling of moral guilt. He is still trying to open the urn and wants to see what happened.
When he opened the jar, he found that there was nothing inside that would make Fan Mu feel guilty, only a black rune stone.
Fan Mu picked up the rune stone and looked at the circular groove on the rune stone. He suddenly felt inspired. He took out half of the black jade and placed it on the groove. He was shocked to find that the groove was parable to black jade. The size of jade is very uniform.
This is no coincidence. Special shapes like circles do not overlap even if the diameter is several millimeters larger.
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