Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Xing led a large group of people through Changletian and into the back alley of the mahjong parlor.

March 7th and Dan Heng followed behind, Qing Que dawdled along second to last, and Fu Xuan brought up the rear.

The group bypassed the pile of debris, climbed over the low wall, and walked along the dusty, abandoned freight tunnel for a while before arriving at the place where Lu Ze and Fu Xuan first met.

Fu Xuan stood in the middle of the passage, raised his hand, and gently brushed his fingertips across the dust-covered wall.

Thirty years have passed, and this abandoned passage looks almost exactly the same as it did back then.

Here she spoke her first words to him, here she cast a divination for him, here he handed her her first cup of Taro Boba Milk Tea.

The past events are still vivid in my mind, as if they happened just yesterday.

The group searched the area but found nothing unusual. They moved aside piles of debris, knocked on the low wall, and even searched around the roots of the crooked ginkgo tree.

There was nothing there.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Thirty years have passed, and any traces would have been erased by time.

Qingque leaned against the wall, watching everyone busy at work, and yawned.

She walked this road every day and never noticed anything special about it.

"Why can't we just use divination to predict the future?" Her voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet passage, it was like a thunderclap, deafening to everyone.

March 7th suddenly straightened up and looked at Xing in disbelief.

Fu Xuan and Yao Guang coughed lightly at the same time to cover their embarrassment and looked away simultaneously.

There were clearly three diviners in the group, but they were searching aimlessly for a long time like headless flies.

"I'm not looking anymore. Qingque, can you do a divination for us?" Xing leaned against the wall, completely drained of energy.

"With the Grand Diviner and General Yao Guang here, it's not my place to presume to teach a lesson."

Qingque quickly waved her hand at Xing and started backing away, preparing to throw this hot potato back to her two superiors.

At this moment, Yao Guang narrowed his fox-like eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"I've long heard that Qingque of the Luofu Grand Divination Bureau has created a unique divination method using jade tablets. I wonder if I'll have the chance to see it today?" Her words sounded nice, but the person she was mocking was clearly Fu Xuan.

"Bluebird!"

As expected, Fu Xuan fell for the trick. Provoked by Yao Guang, she immediately lost face.

As the Grand Diviner of the Imperial Divination Bureau, she was being ridiculed by her subordinates who were so good at slacking off. Wasn't this just making Yao Guang laugh at her for her incompetence in managing her subordinates?

"I'd like to see exactly how your so-called Jade Tablet Divination Method works."

She glared at Qingque, gritting her teeth as she spoke fiercely.

Qingque finally understood that General Yaoguang was a master at stirring up trouble.

Unfortunately, a higher-ranking official can have absolute power over a person.

Qingque could only dejectedly pull out the four Xianyu cards from her sleeve.

I used the same cards when I did the divination for Lu Ze last time, and I'll use the same cards again this time.

Deducing the location of the lost item was much simpler than deducing Fu Xuan's behavior. This time, she only needed to throw the cards three times to get a precise location.

Qingque put away the cards, squatted down, and tapped the bluestone brick under her feet with a firm tone.

"It's right under this brick."

"Let me try." Xing pulled out a baseball bat from behind her back, gripped the handle with both hands, and was eager to try.

"Be gentle, don't break the things below," March 7th reminded him worriedly from the side.

You can rest assured that I can handle things well.

Xing patted his chest and guaranteed it.

The bat fell with a loud thud, and the brick shattered.

The pebbles scattered, revealing a small sandalwood box about the size of a palm underneath.

The box was covered in dirt and brick dust, but the box itself was intact, indicating that the wood had undergone special treatment and had not rotted even after being buried underground for thirty years.

Xing put away the baseball bat, squatted down, and carefully picked up the wooden box.

It was very light, almost weightless. She examined the small wooden box in her hand, a sense of doubt creeping into her heart.

Could it be that I guessed wrong?

Did Lu Ze bury himself?

Thinking of this, she decisively lifted the lid of the box to see what was inside.

Upon opening the box, a letter lay quietly inside.