She doesn't want to pretend anymore

So, these years, I just pretended that there was no such person as Aunt Yan.

But now that we have the news, we must know the whereabouts of the other party, right?

What happened that would make someone sell the old lady's things?

After all, they are Yan Zhentian’s relatives, that is, his granddaughter’s relatives, so if he wants to find them, Professor Yan will not hide it.

"That old man, his last name is Qiao, he has been setting up a stall in the ghost market all year round. He leaves at 4 o'clock every day when the business opens, and leaves at 4 o'clock when the business is not open."

Therefore, if you want to find someone, you have to go there early, otherwise the stall may have closed down.

Yan Zhentian didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party's behavior.

Everyone has his own temper. The old man has a bad temper, but many of his things are genuine. He is much better than those who sell counterfeits.

"It seems that this old man is very powerful."

"Then I'll trouble Professor Yan to lead the way tomorrow." Because he needed to check on someone, it was a rare occasion that Yan Zhentian did not go against Professor Yan.

Of course, Professor Yan did not take advantage of the situation.

"Grandpa, this eight-treasure box?"

Manshu looked at the eight-treasure box. What she cared about most was the jade mirror. The eight-treasure box and other things had nothing to do with her.

The kind that doesn't matter whether you have it or not.

"You keep it. It's fate that my aunt's things can fall into your hands."

Moreover, if my great aunt were still alive, she would be a centenarian now, and probably some of her things would be passed down to the younger generations on her mother's side, and she would not take them back.

"Then I'll take it back to my room first, and we'll go investigate the clues together tomorrow."

Manshu was not polite either. She wanted to know more why her aunt would hide such a jade mirror inside.

Moreover, this jade mirror is definitely from before the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

If it still belongs to the Yan family, does it mean that this jade mirror was passed down by the ancestors of the Yan family?

What was my aunt's intention in hiding it?

And what does the picture behind the jade mirror indicate?

Reincarnation or rebirth?

What does it have to do with the great wizard Jiufeng whom she met when she died in her previous life?

If Wu's immortality is inherited through blood, then can Jiufeng choose any of her own blood as her vessel?

Manshu thought of Qi Yue mentioning the abnormality of his second uncle. Second uncle, is he really still his second uncle?

However, if a witch wants to achieve immortality, he can only use his own offspring. Isn’t this law really cruel?

Then why didn't Jiufeng take over her body before, but chose to let her be reborn herself?

Manshu couldn't figure out these questions, but she put the jade mirror in the drawer of the bedside table.

The Yan family has a good security system, and no one would be so desperate as to come to the Yan family to steal things.

Manshu was lying on the bed, Jiufeng's face kept appearing in his mind.

The phoenix mark at the corner of her eye was stretching lazily, and a slight heat was spreading from the corner of her eye. Manshu fell asleep unknowingly without noticing anything.

After the phoenix spread its wings, its eyes moved flexibly, as if trying to break free from the shackles, and headed towards the drawer of the bedside table.

After struggling for a long time, Phoenix was unable to escape from Manshu's gaze and became somewhat dejected.

The little phoenix was unwilling to give in and pecked Manshu's brow angrily.

And in Manshu's dantian, the magic power surged and was being absorbed by the phoenix bit by bit.

After absorbing it, the little phoenix burped and fell asleep contentedly.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, Ms. Qin Ru knocked on Manshu's door.

Manshu stood up, still feeling a little tired, and just looked at Ms. Qin Ru mechanically.

"Grandma?" Manshu blinked.

She just felt that staying up late was really not good. She was only a teenager, and after staying up all night, she felt her body was drained.