Zuo Shi wandered around the third floor casually, but the activity did not make her find any fun. So she stood quietly next to the huge turtle shell on the ground, hoping that the boring confrontation would end with Chen Fan's appearance.
After half an hour that seemed like an eternity, Chen Fan finally appeared with a lazy gait. Wearing an emerald green gown, he had a handsome temperament that was hard to ignore.
However, Zuo Shi's appreciation for him only stopped at a glimpse, and he quickly looked away. She returned to watching indifferently, staying next to the turtle shell. Her slightly trembling voice revealed her impatience, "If you are ready, then come over and show me quickly. I can't wait any longer."
Zuo Shi has grown up surrounded by the most elegant men of the Zuo family since she was a child. Handsome and heroic men have become commonplace in her opinion. No matter what kind of handsome man he is, he cannot cause the slightest disturbance in front of Zuo Shi.
"Waiting for others is hard work. Well, this is something I have never experienced before," Zuo Shi nodded thoughtfully, "In the past, others would wait for me, but I never understood the pain that waiting brings. But now, I But I asked myself, why are they willing to wait for me so patiently and always show such kind smiles when facing me?"
"They are mean!" Chen Fan's blunt words came without warning, making Zuo Shi's eyes widen.
A contemptuous laugh escaped Zuo Shi's lips. She turned to Chen Fan with her eyes crossed, and asked with a smile: "You guys, how are they cheap?"
Their conversation was separated by several rows of bookcases. Chen Fan had already walked around the warehouse before. Based on the memory deep in his mind, he took out a thick ancient book from a dust-covered bookcase and went to the left In front of poetry.
"In our place, children's names usually make up for the gaps in their characters. For example, some names such as Zhao Xin indicate that they are short of gold, and Wang Miao may be short of water. Like you, your name should be Zuo Xinxin... …”
"Why?"
His answer interrupted her question, "Because you are short-minded, bastard!" He snorted coldly, as if he was satisfied with his answer.
"You're the bastard, Chen Fan!" Zuo Shi glared before retorting. Her eyes turned to Chen Fan, a little shocked and a little amused.
"Men, if they don't get the beautiful things they are obsessed with, will often act mean. After they get it, hehe, they will become even meaner." Chen Fan spoke calmly, without any hesitation. His eyes were unfathomable, "If you are not lacking in foresight, you will know what they are thinking. Those who want to please you will naturally not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction in front of you."
Zuo Shi smiled, his eyes shining with wisdom, and asked, "Are you describing yourself?"
Chen Fan coughed and pretended to be calm and said, "I mean, ordinary men are like this. But me, I'm an exception."
He emphasized firmly, but then he squatted down without confidence. His eyes were focused on the turtle shell on the ground, and he was flipping through a mottled ancient book in his hand. When he finds a certain page, he will pause briefly and gently slide his fingers over the text symbols on it. Every pause forms a mysterious connection with the pattern on the turtle shell.
The turtle shell like a basin attracted all the attention in Chen Fan's hands. The overlapping tortoise patterns on the back of the tortoise shell are complex and simple, and they stand out before your eyes. Not only that, there are eight ancient words the size of lips decorated on it. These words are not carved, but rather appear to be the natural evolution of the tortoise pattern, which is extremely strange and full of mystery.
The eight ancient texts are arranged in two columns, and each symbol is of the same size, giving it a cold texture when touched.
Chen Fan held his own duties with both hands, his left hand carefully groping over each ancient text, and his right hand using the spare time to flip through the thick ancient book. He was fascinated by the ancient knowledge. Sometimes he frowned and fell into deep thought. Sometimes his eyes shone brightly and the corners of his mouth raised a sly smile. He was so focused on deciphering the words on the turtle shell that he seemed to have forgotten that there was a beautiful girl watching him next to him.
Zuo Shi squatted down gently, his face facing Chen Fan, and his eyes did not move away. Instead, they focused more on the changes in his expression. Chen Fan, who hides his concentration, actually has a unique masculine charm. His attitude of immersing himself in work and not being distracted made Zuo Shi admire him a lot. She secretly concluded in her heart that although this guy was a bit arrogant and too talkative, he was definitely a decisive person who valued commitments.
The silence in the room was only broken by the sound of Chen Fan turning pages, and beside him was a quiet Zuo Shi. She sat beside him in a low voice, observing silently.
After a while, when the ancient book was closed in Chen Fan's hands, his face became serious: "I understand."
Zuo Shi's eyes flashed and he asked, "What do those eight ancient characters mean?"
Chen Fan's deep voice sounded: "Dragon turtle shell! Xuanwu Tiangang!"
Zuo Shi seemed to be shocked by something. She pointed at the turtle shell and shouted in surprise: "Look, your voice disturbed the turtle shell and it is glowing!"
Chen Fan felt as if he had been hit hard when he heard this. He hurriedly lowered his head and stared at the turtle shell in his hand. Sure enough, he saw that the dense turtle patterns began to shine with a faint green light.
The eight ancient characters on the turtle shell seemed to have come to life. They moved slowly on the turtle shell and rearranged themselves. This magical sight made both Zuo Shi and Chen Fan stunned.
The eight ancient characters moved for a while, changing continuously, and finally converged into a palm-sized groove. The cyan light in the groove flowed, and a strange wave surged out of the turtle shell.
The air in the room was attracted by the special power of the turtle shell and flowed into the turtle shell rapidly, making both Chen Fan and Zuo Shi feel breathless.
Chen Fan stared at all this. After being frightened, he suddenly woke up. He shouted urgently to Zuo Shi: "Zuo Shi, let me stay here first. Go and get your grandfather and my grandfather out of the living room." Call here."
"Okay!" Zuo Shi's heart was also filled with shock. She knew that there was no time to hesitate now. She quickly moved her slender body and disappeared from Chen Fan's sight.
Chen Fan's heart was full of solemnity. He continued to stare at the turtle shell in his hand. The green light on it was constantly surging and flowing back and forth. The palm-shaped groove on the turtle shell gradually became apparent, and as air continued to be injected into it, the depth of the groove seemed to become more and more obvious.
After observing in surprise for a while, Chen Fan's heart moved, and he seemed to understand the strange phenomenon of the turtle shell. The shell seemed to be beckoning him to place his hand in the groove.
When this idea sprouted in his mind, he could hardly help himself and wanted to gently stretch out his hand and enter the groove. But it suddenly occurred to him that the turtle shell actually belonged to Zuo Shi, and he could not touch this magical object carelessly.
Such thoughts made Chen Fan slow down. He stopped, took a deep breath, stayed away from the glowing turtle shell, and could only wait quietly.
After a while, Zuo Shi arrived with Zuo Xu and Chen Jian. The three people immediately surrounded the turtle shell, and they stared intently at the turtle shell that was still changing.
"Actually, it's like this..." Chen Fan introduced the situation to the two old men in concise and direct words, and then he added: "The fingerprint that appears on the turtle shell should be the way to open it. Just put your palms against each other. If you press it correctly, you can reveal the secret of the turtle shell. But this turtle shell was brought by Zuo Shi, so I can't decide on my own."
Zuo Xu was struggling between hesitation and decision. His eyes flickered and he asked worriedly: "Is this method dangerous?"
Chen Fan shook his head and said frankly: "I can't be sure." Hesitating to speak, he finally expressed his opinion: "Because I don't know whether there will be danger, I asked Zuo Shi to call you. Since you They are all here, even if the turtle shell is in danger, you can stop it in time."
Zuo Xu's eyes were shining with light. He was as smart as he could understand as soon as he heard Chen Fan's words, "You mean... we can give it a try?" He looked at the turtle shell with "Dragon Turtle Armor" and "Xuanwu Tiangang" engraved on it. , he admitted that the turtle shell was ancient in strength and full of incomparable value.
Chen Fan smiled, showing his confidence, and said softly: "Of course, we can give it a try. Grandpa Zuo, if you are worried about Zuo Shi's safety, I can try it on her behalf, what do you think?" "
"I'll do it." Zuo Shi didn't wait for Zuo Xu to agree, she straightened up and gently stretched out her elegant left hand. What came into view was her slender arm, pressing the groove on the turtle shell very smoothly.
At that moment, a dull banging sound came from inside the turtle shell.
In less than a moment, five tiny golden needles burst out from the groove and penetrated Zuo Shi's five fingers.
Zuo Shi's crystal clear jade fingers instantly dripped bright blood from the fingertips, shining with gem-like red light. The blood dripping in the groove was like a solid pearl. After rolling for a while, it was covered by the turtle shell. Breathe it in.
Immediately afterwards, dazzling blue light, like the bright stars in early summer, suddenly shot out from the turtle shell. The dazzling blue light made it impossible to open one's eyes.
Then, each rune full of simple and strange things, like giving birth to life, condensed from the blue light, spread along Zuo Shi's graceful arms, and flowed into the depths of her mind.
