The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Duan Qianchuan looked at his friend in front of him and removed the bloody mark on his wrist.

He seemed to be in high spirits, with a calm and collected expression. He was still the wise and far-sighted leader who presided over the Ning Group.

But if you look carefully, you will find that Ning Ruoqing's eyes are red.

The whites of his eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes.

Duan Qianchuan frowned, "Your current mental state is very wrong. You need to rest."

Ning Ruoqing pushed him away, "I told you, I didn't want to commit suicide."

Not committing suicide?

No suicidal person would cut a knife into the vein on his wrist?

Ning Ruoqing turned the computer on the table and turned the screen to Duan Qianchuan.

"I'm just trying to see if this ancient method works.

Duan Qianchuan lowered his head and looked at the computer screen.

After a moment, he raised his head and said, "Do you believe this fucking method?"

This is no longer superstition, it's simply a trick that a lunatic thought up to play on people, right?

What choice needs to be made to find a person's birth date? A bowl full of blood is filled every day at the moment she is born.

After seventy-seven forty-nine days, that person will naturally appear in front of him.

What's this?

To say it is superstitious has no basis for superstition!

He grabbed Ning Ruoqing's forearm and lifted up Ning Ruoqing's shirt sleeve.

There are already four scars on Ning Ruoqing's wrist.

Apparently this ritual had been going on for four days.

He looked at Ning Ruoqing, "Where is your sanity?"

Ning Ruoqing's eyes were light, "You can't die anyway, so there's no harm in trying."

Duan Qianchuan looked at his friend and his heart completely dropped.

Suicide or something...

Maybe it would be better than Ning Ruoqing's current situation.

Ning Ruoqing has long since ceased to exist as a ghost...

Duan Qianchuan, the great movie king and the idol in the minds of thousands of girls, pulled his hair without any image:

"What happened to you recently?"

It hadn't been a year or two since that one disappeared, so why did Ning Ruoqing's mental condition suddenly start to deteriorate?

Ning Ruoqing opened her mouth.

A few seconds of silence.

The man lowered his head and said slowly, "I saw Xiaotong."

Duan Qianchuan was stunned.

Have you seen Xiaotong?

Does Ning Ruoqing know what she is talking about?

Duan Qianchuan was a well-educated and well-mannered person, but he couldn't maintain his demeanor at this moment.

His eyes were widened and his voice was weak, "Have you seen Xiaotong?"

This has been my friend's wish for more than ten years.

If Xiaotong can really be found, the shackles on Ning Ruoqing should be removed.

Ning Ruoqing sat on the sofa. His face was like a piece of white jade, without a single flaw or a trace of blood.

"I saw her on the road, wearing a yellow sweater. She grew up and was very beautiful."

As she spoke, Ning Ruoqing's lips curved into a nostalgic smile.

The face is filled with a look of happiness.

Duan Qianchuan only felt that his friend was crazy.

"Now that you've found it, why did you use this...method?"

In fact, Duan Qianchuan wanted to ask him why he was so crazy. Even fools knew that this method was a lie. How could a smart person like Ning Ruoqing not know this?

The man lowered his gaze slightly. There was no unnecessary expression on his face, but his hands on his knees were clenched tightly.

There were veins popping out on the backs of those hands that were so beautiful they could be called works of art.