Lord Wei’s Fiancee is a Mystic Arts Expert

However, Xiao Ai never thought that her run would cause her to encounter the cruelest and cruelest thing in her life.

Zuo Chenxi set layers of silk threads on several tree trunks and directly cut off one of Xiao Ai's arms. Those threads were so sharp that even Xiao Ai, who was a Yinwa, was not spared.

The sound of tearing fabric, breaking skin and flesh, and Xiao Ai's cry all resounded over the woods and echoed for a long time.

However, facing the mottled blood on the ground, Zuo Chenxi showed a victor's smile. She never thought that just a Yin child could be so difficult to deal with. Just now, Xiao Ai was seriously scratched in the process of escaping. The pain in her left arm made her even more cruel to Xiao Ai.

She took a few steps closer to Xiao Ai, with a sinister smile on her face, Run, keep running, why don't you stop running. The pain in her left arm deepened, making her angry. After a few more points, she was no longer prepared to hold back on Xiao Ai.

Xiao Ai pursed her lips. Ever since she was a child, although she was not allowed to go out at will, her parents really held her in their hands and loved her. She had never been hurt like this. However, after sobbing slightly, she covered the wound of her missing arm with her other hand and aimed at Zuo Xenxi's left side. He quickened his pace and rushed directly towards Zuo Xanxi.

Zuo Chenxi may not have thought that Xiao Ai would turn around.

But she naturally wouldn't let Xiao Ai go, because she had already laid layers of threads behind her.

Xiao Ai cried out louder than before, because her feet were cut off by silk threads. The transparent silk thread glowed red under the moonlight. The red color was Xiao Ai's blood.

Zuo Chenxi walked slowly towards Xiao Ai, How can you run now that you have no legs?

Xiao Ai looked straight at Zuo Chenxi. She missed her parents.

Don't worry, I'll give you a treat. As soon as Zuo Chenxi raised his head, Xiao Ai fell straight down. Her head rolled to the side...

————

When Feng Nian woke up from Xiao Ai's remaining memory again, his forehead was already covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Her hands tightly held Xiao Ai's tattered clothes. She finally understood why Feng Hengshi and Xie Jiewei were so angry. Xiao Ai had suffered so much pain during his lifetime.

In order to get Feng Hengshi to side with them, Zuo Chenxi actually took Xiao Ai's life and put the blame on her. She would never let this matter go just like that!

After gently folding Xiao Ai's clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles, and putting them back into the box, Feng Nian left the home of Feng Hengshi and Xie Jiewei's family of three...

————

Early the next morning, Feng Nian left the hotel, she was going to look for purple nanmu.

Purple nanmu is one of the most important materials for the emperor's coffin, and Jiang Jinhong must not get it. Otherwise, the four coffins will be considered complete.

Feng Nian went to find a shop according to the address given by Granny Xiang. This was a hair-barber shop.

Although Granny Xiang provided Feng Nian with the address, she asked several locals but no one knew it. She looked at the address on the paper and sighed softly. Well, Dasuo Street, quite a strange name. She checked online and found that this was an old alley in Zinan Town, just around here. Unfortunately, even the locals didn't know about it.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Nian decided to go through these alleys one by one. Although just looking at it, there seemed to be at least dozens of these alleys.

I have searched along five alleys, but unfortunately none of them are Dasuo Street.

When she looked up, she felt a little hungry. It was already noon, and she had been looking for Dasuo Street for four hours.

Feng Nian randomly found a small restaurant and ordered a bowl of noodles. After filling his stomach, an elderly man standing next to him said, Why didn't you come out of the stall for so long? My hair has grown.

Another person said, Hey, his daughter must be in trouble again. I also want to go find Old Ant to shave her head.

Shave your head, and have the surname Ant. Feng Nian took out the small note from his pocket, No. 1 Dasuo Street, Barber Shop, Ant. There was also a mobile phone number left on it, but unfortunately, she called several times, but her phone was always turned off.

Feng Nian walked directly to the next table, chatted with the two old men, and asked about the old ants.

The two old men also told Feng Nian about Old Ant. Lao Yi's hair-shaving stall is located in front of Lao Yi's house, which is No. 1 Dasuo Street. Under the enthusiastic guidance of the two old men, Feng Nian found No. 1 Dasuo Street after twists and turns.

This Dasuo Street is less than 100 meters long from beginning to end. There are several houses on the street. However, these houses look very old. Almost no one lives in them anymore. The exterior walls of the houses are all mottled. Traces, wall dust will even swipe down when touched.

House No. 1 is at the end of this alley. It is a two-story house. There were a few pieces of clothing hanging out the window on the second floor. It was obvious that someone was living in the house.

Feng Nian knocked on the door of the house, but after knocking for a while, no one answered. She didn't give up and kept knocking on the door.

Perhaps annoyed by the knocking on the door outside, someone suddenly stuck his head out of the second-floor window and shouted down, I told you I won't leave the stall or shave my head, so why bother knocking?

The speaker was an old man with white hair, but he was in good spirits and full of energy. He didn't seem to expect that the person knocking on the door downstairs was actually a girl in her twenties.

Feng Nian showed a harmless smile towards the old man, and then said, Uncle Ant? Can I have a few words with you?

Perhaps because he shouted at Feng Nian for no reason, Old Ant felt a little embarrassed, or perhaps because he wanted to know the purpose of Feng Nian's visit, Old Ant went downstairs and opened the door for Feng Nian.

When he saw the old ant queen, Feng Nian noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with one of the old ant's legs and his movements were a little slow.

Tell me, what do you want from me? Old Ant looked at Feng Nian, as if searching for what relationship this female doll had with him.

Feng Nian looked at the house. It was pitch dark. Even though it was noon, there was no light inside.

Uncle Ant, I want your purple nanmu.

When Old Ant heard about the purple nanmu, his expression changed, and he immediately waved his hand, I don't have any purple nanmu, and I don't have much money. You should leave quickly. He wanted to drive Feng Nian away.

I don't have money, and I won't pay to buy it for you. Feng Nian replied with a smile.

The old ant secretly thought to himself, is this man a fool? He has no money to ask for purple nanmu? Either she thinks she is a fool, or she is a fool herself.

He didn't want to tangle with a fool, and when he was about to turn around and go back to the house, Feng Nian stepped in first, and Feng Nian stepped into the old ant's house unceremoniously.

On the wall outside the door, there is a dilapidated and rusty house number, No. 1 Dasuo Street.