Chapter 151 - 151 : Fierce like a shark

Chapter 151: Chapter 151 : Fierce like a shark

Chapter 151 : Fierce like a shark

Xu Qing was not unfamiliar with this voice. His heart skipped a beat and he immediately understood. "Senior," he asked in a low voice,"this club is inextricably linked to Longhu Villa, right?"

The owner of the voice was Blind Zhou, who had a relationship with Xu Qing. Since he took the initiative to call, Xu Qing's actions in the casino must have fallen into the eyes of someone with ulterior motives. Even the scene of him standing at the club entrance drinking mineral water was no exception.

The blind man was silent for a moment, and then he said,"First, tell me how the little old man surnamed Fang provoked you." With your status as a Mystic Realm martial artist, why would you come and meddle in this kind of business?"

Xu Qing frowned and answered seriously,"It's not my business. What he did was worse than an animal! He almost killed someone today. How could this be called meddling? Old Master, I respect you as a senior, but I will definitely meddle in this matter tonight."

Blind Zhou could hear the dissatisfaction in Xu Qing's tone. He thought to himself that this kid was just like Old Man Wang, both of them had a strong personality and hated evil. It seemed that if he didn't give him a satisfactory answer, this kid might do something impulsive. Th€ connection to th€ §ource of thïš dat@ r€§t$ in n0v3lb!n★

"Young man, for the sake of the old blind man, drink another bottle of water! After drinking, you can decide whatever you want." Blind Zhou hung up the phone.

Buzz! Xu Qing felt a rumble in his mind. A tall figure appeared. He was burly and had an imposing aura.

Beneath his dark red cassock, he was not bald like he usually was. Instead, he had a thick, knotted beard and a pair of bright eyes that sparkled with wisdom. He looked similar to the ancient Hu monks, and what was even more surprising was that he was a barefoot Hu monk.

He chanted, and the Sanskrit voice drifted out. Xu Qing instantly felt that his mind was filled with profound words, and he felt drowsy. He reluctantly swept the items on the table into the drawer and fell asleep on the bed.

The next day, Xu Qing got up early, feeling unusually clear-headed, as if he had experienced a thorough washing. He suddenly recalled that he had not seen clearly what was hidden in the golden Buddha last night, so he quickly opened the drawer to look for it.

Among the scattered carving knives, he found a small ball of silk, which was the object he had collected last night. Xu Qing held the silk in his hand. Due to its age, it had already turned yellow. Fortunately, it had not rotted in a sealed environment. He spread out the silk and found that it was square in shape, with a snow-white finger wrapped in the middle.

This finger bone was thicker than Xu Qing's pinkie finger, and its surface had a jade-like luster. What was even more surprising was that there were many small characters embroidered on the silk. Xu Qing vaguely felt that this finger bone belonged to the monk Hu who appeared in his mind last night. The other party's background was unknown, but one thing that could be confirmed was that Monk Hu was an ancient martial artist who was not inferior to the Prajna Five Ancestors.

"Whoever he is, he's mine. Hide well first." Xu Qing already had an idea. He packed the finger in a cigarette case and hid it in a large vase. The embroidered silk was wrapped in a plastic bag and put into his pocket.

Xu Qing knew a person who could recognize ancient script characters, and that was Old Wu, the guest of honor of the Tang family. Therefore, he regarded this piece of silk as a treasure and carried it with him, preparing to find an opportunity to ask Elder Wu to identify the origin and meaning of this finger bone. On this uncertain day today, I decided to visit Mr. Tang Guobin and ask him to call Old Wu for help in order to identify some things, which may increase our knowledge. Who knows? This CD was sent by Brother Buddha. I put it into my schoolbag, then picked up the Dragon Abyss Short Sword and put it into its sheath. I buckled it at my waist. As a student, I know that nothing is more important than going to school.

During these four short breaks, Xu Qing received twelve love letters. Two of them came from our class, and most of the rest were passed on through various connections. There were even two bold junior girls who ran into the classroom and personally handed the love letter to him, who was awe-inspiring on the basketball court.