When Yun Qiao came back, she first went to Uncle Qi's place to return the car.
Xi Lanting was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book. Yun Qiao walked in and pointed to the hot tea on the table.
She poured it herself and drank it.
Xi Lanting didn't finish reading this page, and read it very carefully. Yun Qiao raised his head and took a look, and found that they were those he slept with, and couldn't help but be curious: "Uncle Qi, where did you get this book?"
Xi Lanting always had something to say, but now he suddenly fell silent, as if he couldn't answer.
After a long while, he said: "It was given as a gift."
The word "renjia" came out easily, but Yun Qiao was stunned to hear something charming about it.
She also remembered that Uncle Qi once said that he had a woman and knew that he could not get her pregnant. The two of them had slept together. Was it given to him by that woman?
What does that woman do?
"The characters on it are very strange. Are they ancient characters?" Yun Qiao asked again.
Xi Lanting was silent again.
He suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Yun Qiao, his voice was inexplicably hoarse: "It's the writing of the Divine Witch Clan."
Yun Qiao was shocked.
Her grandmother knew the secret spells of the ancient witch clan and told her about the past of the witch clan. However, she had never seen the writing of the witch clan from her grandmother.
"There are still writings spread among the divine witch clan?" Yun Qiao came closer and asked, "Can I take a look?"
Xi Lanting handed it to her.
Yun Qiao held it in the palm of her hand and felt that the pages were very warm, a bit like jade, but not as hard as jade.
Those words are beautiful. They are neither messy nor thick. Each stroke is like dancing, elegant and deft. It is much prettier than the current words.
"...I sometimes doubt my grandmother's words and think that witches are just legends. I have read through history books and there are very evil records about witches, and there are only a few." Yun Qiao said.
Xi Lanting responded: "The witches disappeared long ago. People in later generations have one-sided imaginations about the witches. The more mysterious they are, the more terrifying they are."
Yun Qiao: "The God-Witch Clan does exist, right?"
Xi Lanting nodded.
Yun Qiao asked him to talk.
He took the book, closed it out of boredom, and poured himself a cup of hot tea.
He held the tea and sat in a daze for a while.
Yun Qiao remained silent, not wanting to disturb him. She thought he would say something after hesitation, but she heard him say: "It's very late, you won't go back?"
"Uncle Qi, tell me about the Divine Witch Clan." Yun Qiao pretended not to leave.
Xi Lanting: "There is nothing to say. It has disappeared for thousands of years."
"But they still have the inheritance of writing."
"Not many people know him," Xi Lanting said. "It's not just words. The Divine Witch Clan also has a very thin bloodline that continues to this day."
Yun Qiao was even more shocked: "Really? You know?"
"I don't know. I'm boring and ancient, and I'm not responsible for the authenticity." Xi Lanting said, "When will you go back?"
Yun Qiao: "..."
Xi Lanting undoubtedly knew something, but I wonder which ancient book he read it from. How did he understand those books written in the language of the God-Witch Clan?
Yun Qiao was full of questions, but Xi Lanting obviously resisted explanation.
He rubbed his temples.
Yun Qiao walked out, but Xi Lanting called out to her again.
"...Some things have nothing to do with you, so you don't need to know them yet. Some stories are just rumors, and there is no need to know them," he said.
Yun Qiao felt much better and nodded: "I understand, Uncle Qi."
Xi Lanting: "I will go out to play tomorrow and give you a small gift."
"What little gift?"
"You can look forward to it," Xi Lanting said. "In this way, will you be able to sleep well at night and be full of hope for tomorrow?"
Yun Qiao pursed her lips and smiled.
She nodded: "Indeed."
Xi Lanting stood up. The light made his shadow slender, and Yun Qiao seemed to see slender horns on his head, but it was fleeting.
When she looked back, a pair of wings seemed to flash across her own shadow.
Yun Qiao felt that he was too dazzled tonight.
Maybe it's the branches outside the window swaying.