The boss is back and she doesn’t pretend to be a fake daughter anymore

The floats moved forward, and the sound of the wheels rolling over the bluestones was particularly clear on this quiet village road.

It is obviously winter, but the roads in the village are full of spring.

However, the two people in the car were not in the mood to watch at this time.

Jiang Xuxu had long discovered that when she got close enough, the golden light that was supposed to only shine around Chu Beihe would envelope her as well.

It was like layers of halo, and she was included in his halo.

It's just that there was no moment in the past that was as close as now.

So close that she could clearly see every texture on his face,

"Look, it's clear."

See so clearly.

However, as soon as he spoke, Jiang Xuxu's eyes flashed with annoyance.

Her voice trembled!

Although it wasn't obvious, Chu Beihe could definitely hear it.

Sure enough, there was an imperceptible smile in the dark eyes of the person opposite.

Jiang Xuxu suddenly raised his eyes and glared at him.

The smile in Chu Beihe's eyes deepened.

He knew he should retreat now.

Although his fiancée is not afraid of anything, she does not like to get too close to others.

However, I don’t want to retreat.

It was like a silent declaration, and like a thin thread pulling and stretching between the two of them.

Suddenly, a flower flew in from outside the car.

Then, another one.

Jiang Xuxu and Chu Beihe turned their heads at the same time and saw Hua Sui reappearing out of nowhere.

In his arms was a large bouquet of freshly picked flowers. At this time, his long legs were striding along the side of the float, and his hands were conscientiously throwing flowers into the float.

He liked the way everyone was spreading flowers and celebrating just now.

He likes this kind of excitement.

But Hua Sui was a little confused. He just went to pick another flower. Where were the villagers who had just followed him chasing the float?

Where did the twelve twins go?

……

A float tour in the village came to a lively end.

The moment they landed, Jiang Xuxu and Chu Beihe disappeared in their exquisite costumes.

It was as if the illusion had dissipated.

Even the pottery-colored horse in front of the float has been restored to its original appearance.

Jiang Xuxu looked at the large and small pottery-colored horses that were carefully picked up by the villagers, and suddenly asked,

"Are these two Tang Dama and Tang Xiaoma?"

Jiang Xuxu suddenly asked, causing the villager holding two colorful horses to freeze.

The village chief looked stunned, but did not answer.

Jiang Xuxu didn't intend to expose it. If it was just a chance encounter, she wouldn't want to get entangled too much.

Everyone has their own secrets.

But since she received their blessings, she inherited a share of the cause and effect.

She could no longer act like she didn't know anything.

"All the cultural relics that turned into spirits in the village are only half souls. Why?"

She asked the village chief,

"Where did you leave the remaining half-souls?"

Lu Nanxing originally wanted to discuss with the village chief to let her ride on the float, but after hearing Jiang Xuxu's words, she couldn't help but look at the village chief and the others.

Spiritual objects transform into spirits, and the soul body is equally important.

It would be fine if he was born with a missing soul, but if a whole village is full of half-souls, it is really concerning.

The village chief pursed his lips and said nothing, and Yubi only said,

"These are the affairs of the villagers in the cultural relics village, you don't need to worry about it."

Jiang Xuxu looked at the jade for a long while and suddenly said,

"After seeing your true form, I always felt that you looked familiar.

Plus the cloud-shouldered phoenix crown you transformed into me today, the accessories on Chu Beihe, and this Tang Xiaoma...

If I guess correctly, you are all part of the group of cultural relics that were stolen abroad, right? "

Hearing Jiang Xuxu's words, Lu Nanxing and others couldn't help but look solemn.

The village chief and villagers did not look too surprised. Instead, they looked at a few people with gentle eyes.

"Yes."

The village chief said, "Most of the cultural relics in this village were returned to their homeland all the way from the British Museum."

Lu Nanxing's eyes widened slightly and he couldn't help but speak,

"However, there has been no news on the Internet about the disappearance of a large number of cultural relics."

As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something and looked at Yubi.

Could it be that...the cultural relics in foreign collections are all fakes? ? ?

Can't you?

As if aware of Lu Nanxing's suspicion, Yubi directly denied her suspicion.

"Everything collected in the British Museum is genuine."

She paused and said,

“But we’re also authentic.”

Lu Nanxing was confused for a moment, "What do you mean?"

Are both sides genuine?

"That's why the villagers only have half souls."

A flash of regret flashed in Jiang Xuxu's eyes, and she said, "You have separated your body and soul."

The villagers didn't say anything, and the village chief just smiled helplessly when he heard this.

"Only in this way can we return to our homeland."

Lu Nanxing's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Why?! You have already transformed into spirits, so you can go back when you want? Why do you still leave your body in such a place?!"

Although Lu Nanxing does not study cultural relics, he also knows that tens of thousands of orphan cultural relics in the country were taken away by those people through robbery.

For so many years, I have been squeezed into a museum, imprisoned, and treated casually.

Since you can transform into a spirit, wouldn't it be great to come back with your true body!

The village chief looked at Lu Nanxing who was suddenly angry, and only reached out and patted her head to comfort her.

"If we escape directly with the real body, once it is discovered, Huaguo will become the same thief as those people among outsiders.

Even if we are not penetrated, it is impossible for us to reappear in this world in an upright manner. "

Lu Nanxing frowned.

I wanted to say that you are living in seclusion now, but I felt that it would hurt my soul to say it, so I still held it back.

The village chief seemed to know that she was angry, so he sighed helplessly.

"Besides, of course we can leave, but what about the cultural relics still left in the British Museum?"

"The British Museum has tens of thousands of collections, but only a hundred can be successfully transformed into spirits. Once we are gone, it will be even more difficult to recover the remaining collections openly and honestly in the future."

The village chief said,

"We can't cause trouble to the country."

"How can this be trouble?!"

Lu Nanxing's voice was muffled.

You are the country's responsibility.

"Even if this is the case, why do you have to divide your soul body?"

Lu Nanxing is not a spiritual being, so he doesn't know what the process of dividing the soul body and the main body is, but seeing that all the villagers in the village have lost their souls, you know that it must be very painful.

It doesn't stop the pain, it still hurts.

Listening to Lu Nanxing's puzzled question and the silence of the villagers in front of him, Chu Beihe, who had been silent until now, said,

"Because it's the only way to have both."

On the one hand, they know they can't escape.

On the other hand, they desperately want to return to their homeland.

Therefore, I would rather do this by hurting myself.

“We just wanted to come back so bad.”

The village chief said, "Even if I have been hiding in this small village and cannot see the world, it is worth it as long as I can set foot on this land again."

Other villagers also spoke out one after another at this time.

"Yes! As long as I can come back, it will be worth it!"

"Yes! We are all voluntary! We are just half-souls, except for spiritual weakness, there is nothing."

Jiang Xuxu looked at the lively villagers in front of him, and after a long while, he asked in a deep voice,

"Even if the soul's life span is less than a hundred years?"