The wing tattoo on Feng Qingluan's ankle is exactly the same as Ye Chenchen's!
Not only on the same foot, but in the same place!
"Can you leave?"
Hearing what I said, Feng Qingluan shrank her feet subconsciously.
Then, he straightened his skirt carelessly.
"Prosthetic limbs!" Feng Qingluan raised her eyebrows slightly, "My grandfather specially customized them for me from abroad!"
"oh!"
I snorted and looked away.
"Qingluan, you just said that Teacher Situ and I are in the past tense. What's more, nothing has ever happened between us. So, please don't take it to heart. I will attend your wedding on the eighth day of next month. , as a bridesmaid.”
"Okay!" Feng Qingluan stretched out her hand to me, "I look forward to that day coming!"
Nodding, I held Feng Qingluan's hand.
Then, a hasty farewell.
When I saw Ning Yi appear, I couldn't wait to rush over.
"Xianjia!"
"Don't be anxious, speak slowly!"
"I...I saw Ye Chenchen!"
My words made Ning Zhen frown.
"Ye Chenchen is at Feng Qingluan's house?"
"No!" I shook my head vigorously, "To be precise, I saw... part of Ye Chenchen!"
"Part of it?" Ning Yi's eyes suddenly became intense.
"Feng Qingluan's legs belong to Ye Chenchen!"
"You mean Feng Qingluan took Ye Chenchen's leg for his own use?"
"Yes!" I covered my beating chest and turned around anxiously. "I'm absolutely right! The tattoo on Feng Qingluan's right ankle is unique to Ye Chenchen! Because the pattern was drawn by Ye Chenchen herself. She used the first letter Y of 'Ye' as the skeleton, and 'Chenchen' 'The two letters CC are spread out wings, cleverly blending their names together! So...so I concluded that Feng Qingluan's legs are Ye Chenchen's!"
What prosthetic limb?
What a special customization!
At this moment, it was Ye Chenchen's legs that were supporting Feng Qingluan's body!
Although Ye Chenchen's appearance is not particularly attractive, her cartoon legs are the envy of everyone!
Feng Qingluan took away Ye Chenchen's leg and not only was it able to successfully 'transplant' it on her own body, but she was also able to adapt quickly. It was obviously not feasible artificially.
Since he is a charioteer, it is not surprising that he knows some crooked spells.
"No wonder Grandma Ye asked me to help her find Ye Chenchen's intact body! She would have suffered the same fate as Ye Chenchen!"
"I'll help you get Ye Chenchen's legs back!" Ning Yi said, "Anyway, I'm already familiar with this kind of thing!"
"No, no, no!" I waved my hand quickly, "You are undoubtedly trying to alert the enemy by doing this, and then I won't be able to find Ye Chenchen!"
To be precise, the complete Ye Chenchen could not be found!
No wonder Ye Chenchen acted so panicked the night she disappeared. It seemed that she knew that Feng Qingluan wanted her legs.
"Then what do you want to do?"
"I want to find other parts of Ye Chenchen first!"
I feel a little inappropriate about blurting out this sentence.
All Feng Qingluan wanted was her legs, so he wouldn't cut her into pieces, right?
But it’s not impossible!
As long as it's Feng Qingluan, there's nothing she can't do!
After all, she is a ruthless person who even dares to remove her own uterus!
"It's not impossible to find Ye Chenchen's whereabouts!"
Hearing Ning Yi say this, I suddenly became excited.
"Xianjia, please tell me!"
"First, ask Feng Qingluan directly!"
"What's the difference between that and grabbing the leg directly?"
"Second, if Ye Chenchen is dead, just summon her soul directly! But since Feng Qingluan has harmed her, she will not be given a chance to leave her soul. So we have a third way, that is... a thread of support!"
"A thread?" I blinked blankly, "What is that?"
"Have you ever heard of the Wanderer's Yin?"
"Yin of the Wanderer?" I narrowed my eyes, "Are you talking about the poem by Meng Jiao, a poet from the Tang Dynasty?"
"Well!" Ning Ying's eyes suddenly darkened, "The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body, are tightly sewed before leaving, for fear of returning later! This seems to be just a poem about a mother caring about her children, but it actually has a profound meaning. Children are conceived in the mother's body and delivered by the mother's body. What connects them before delivery is the umbilical cord, but what connects them after separation is an invisible concern, that is, the 'thread of thread'. The thread of ties is derived from the mother's body and can connect to each other no matter how far apart they are. Implicated.”
"Xianjia, you mean we can find Ye Chenchen through Ye Chenchen's mother?"
"Um!"
"But Aunt Ye is dead, and there is only a handful of ashes left!"
"Xianxian did not exist in the physical body in the first place, so how could it disappear because of the destruction of the physical body?"
"You mean...let me dig up Aunt Ye's ashes?"
"Um!"
"Don't do this, right?" I was about to cry.
"Be good, just dig a grave!"
"I do not want!"
"you want!"
…
"Dig a grave?"
Huang Dafu was shocked and his whole body bounced up.
"My son is so young, why would you let him do such an immoral thing?"
"I didn't let him go!"
When I returned to the funeral parlor and was preparing tools and talking to myself, Zai Zai happened to overhear me.
This was great, he was so excited that he immediately offered to help.
How can he help?
What a little kid!
"Old man, I'm going to go!" Zaizai slowly interrupted Huang Dafu, "If it weren't for my sister's help before, I would have been abducted by that female corpse to be a child. Didn't you teach me to repay a favor? So, we I have to help my sister!”
"You help? How can you help? When you stand up straight, you're not as tall as an urn!"
Huang Dafu pinched his waist, blowing his beard and staring in anger.
"Who are you burying?" Zaizai stomped his feet angrily, "You are not as tall as an urn!"
"Don't go!" Huang Dafu rolled his eyes, "I said so!"
"No one can refuse to go, but you can't!"
Just when the grandfather and grandson were having a heated argument, Ning Yi suddenly appeared.
Seeing Ning Yi, Huang Dafu's expression instantly softened a lot.
"What does the Xian family mean by this?" Huang Dafu flashed to Ning Zhen.
"Zai Zai Xiao, I can't help you much. But without you, Wong Tai Sin, we wouldn't be able to do this!"
"How to say?"
"Because only you, the Great Immortal, can lead the way!"
Ning Zhen's words made Huang Dafu's eyes widen instantly.
"Xianjia, don't you know how?"
"How can I know that?" Ning Yi rolled up his sleeves casually, "I'm just an unknown Yin Immortal. How can I know that kind of unpredictable magic?"
"Ho ho ho!" Huang Dafu couldn't help laughing, but he quickly covered his mouth and coughed a few times pretending to be calm. "So this thing can't be done without me?"
"Yes!" Ning Zhen nodded solemnly.
"I told you earlier!" Huang Dafu grinned and grabbed Zai Zai's clothes, "Little Zai, I said you guys can't live without me. Do you believe it now?"
After Huang Dafu dragged Zaizai away, I hurriedly approached Ning Zhen.
"Xianjia, you really don't know how to lead?"
"What do you think?" Ning Yi raised his eyebrows.
"You know how?" I blinked in surprise, "Then why are you still..."
"You're afraid of digging a grave alone, so I'll find some helpers to encourage you." Having said this, Ning Ding tapped my forehead. "It can make the other party happy and solve an urgent problem, so why not do it?"
"Xianjia, you are so cunning!"
"Each other!"
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