The top floor of Wenyuan Tower.

Zhao Chu looked around, frowning.

Not good.

Just now, I was so focused on taking Qiu Hao's suicide note that I didn't pay attention to the thick fog at all.

Observing further at this moment, Zhao Chu finally discovered something strange.

Can't see clearly.

With his strength, although he could not reach the level of clairvoyance, no matter how thick the fog was, he could not block his sight.

At this moment, Zhao Chu's visibility was only one meter.

right.

When Zhao Chu was not practicing yet, his vision had never been so blocked.

What made him even more flustered was his own spiritual thoughts.

invalid.

The third-level spiritual power, like the sight, was imprisoned within a one-meter range.

At this moment, Zhao Chu was like a blind man.

"Don't be nervous. It's the power of blood that brings you here. I can't possibly do anything to you."

"Don't feel inferior to yourself either."

"After all, you are my relative."

While Zhao Chu was stunned, the thick fog slowly dispersed.

The vision in front of my eyes instantly brightened.

Zhao Chu turned around suddenly.

Then, his pupils widened and his palms were filled with sweat.

Qiu Hao's suicide note.

The five previous suicide notes of Qiu Hao are in a combined state, scattered and floating in the air.

But the book in front of me is unfolded.

In the standing state, the cover faces Zhao Chu.

sand!

rustle!

It's the sound of turning pages.

Gudong.

Zhao Chu swallowed slowly.

In his sight, behind Qiu Hao's suicide note, there seemed to be a transparent person, sitting upright and carefully reading the heavenly book without a word at all.

However, this voice is neither male nor female, neither old nor young, and is creepy.

"May I have your name?"

Suddenly, a voice asked from behind Qiu Hao's suicide note.

Huh?

Zhao Chu didn't answer yet, but was stunned.

A small toe the size of a mahjong accidentally slipped out from under Qiu Hao's suicide note. The toes were as tender and smooth as water drops and moved very naughtily.

Zhao Chu stared at the little feet and couldn't help but be surprised.

He has seen many jade stones of excellent quality, but the color of this foot is perfect, smooth and smooth, and it is simply more attractive than the gentlest jade.

But these little feet are too small.

Even a newborn baby's feet are bigger than mahjong.

"Have you, Tiansha Lone Star, had no relatives since you were a child?"

Seeing that Zhao Chu was silent, the voice behind Qiu Hao's suicide note was still pretending to be a ghost and asked inscrutably.

pity.

Those feet that were accidentally exposed had already betrayed his true identity.

Zhao Chu felt relieved instead.

"That's right, I haven't had any relatives since I was a child."

Zhao Chu arrived calmly.

Regardless of past life or present life, he is an orphan.

"My name is Zhao Chu."

Later, Zhao Chu introduced himself.

"Um."

Swish, swish, swish.

The pages of the book turned very fast, as if the scholar had seen the end.

In an instant, Qiu Hao's suicide note was closed.

really.

There is a child the size of a book floating in the air.

right.

On the top of his head is a finger pointing upward, and on his chest is a big red bellyband with a flower embroidered on it.

There is a silver collar around the neck.

Thick eyebrows, big eyes, red lips and plump lips.

Plus a cinnabar mole as the finishing touch.

This is a lively New Year painting doll.

That’s right!

During the Chinese New Year, children with naked butts will appear on New Year pictures all over the streets.

Sometimes a group of children hug a God of Wealth.

Sometimes, I hold a fish or a big gold ingot in my arms.

It looks harmless to humans and animals, and represents good luck, wealth, and wealth.

This is the mascot that has entered thousands of households.

The New Year painting doll had an expressionless face and flew over leisurely, looking Zhao Chu up and down.

That curious look was like that of a mountain kid going to the market for the first time.

"Your name is Zhao Chu?"

The New Year Painting Doll asked again.

This time, his voice finally regained its baby tone.

"right!"

Zhao Chu was observing the New Year painting doll. He couldn't let down his guard just because the doll was cute.

pity.

Nothing was found.

No matter how much spiritual power is used to detect it, this year Hua Doll is just a mortal child.

There is no spiritual power.

There is no real essence.

Not even any spiritual power.

But he is strangely able to float.

"You don't have a mother, do you?"

The New Year Painting Doll suddenly asked again.

"No, I have never felt maternal love."

For some reason, Zhao Chu suddenly felt sad when facing this New Year painting doll.

In fact, no matter in his past life or this life, he really doesn't know what maternal love feels like.
To be continued...