After Being Kicked Out of a Wealthy Family, She Became a Fake Daughter and Shocked the World

Lin Wu was startled when he heard this.

She looked at Mo Chuan, then looked down at the string of hair on her wrist, and said in confusion: "But you didn't say that this is just a Gu bell used for communication. Doesn't it work if it is far away? Then what if I wear it? What’s the use?”

Lin Wu will still have to look for the archaeological team members later. He doesn’t know what dangers he will encounter, maybe it is related to magic.

In this case, if there were more ways to ensure safety, she was not out of her mind. Of course she would be happy to accept it and then pass it on to Bai Jing when she went back.

 After all, she is a mysterious master, and Bai Jing is not. It is inevitable that she lacks the ability to protect herself in the current situation, which is exactly when this thing is lacking.

 But the problem is, this thing doesn’t work!

Mo Chuan glanced at Lin Wu, and Lin Wu inexplicably saw in that glance that he disliked her stupid headache and helplessness.

“You must feel that being a teacher is so boring that you would look for something to do and add so many useless gu bells to your hair?”

Lin Wu understood: "This is the advanced version of Gu Bell. It is different from the ordinary version. It is not limited by distance, right?"

After a pause, Lin Wu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then in the morning, Master...why didn't you use this and told me that you couldn't contact the leader of the Guhu Village and them to come back? Did you do it on purpose?"

 In view of this man’s criminal record, Lin Wu felt... it was very possible.

 Since there is such a thing that can contact those people in Guhui Village, why wasn't it used at that time? ? Using it, she would just spend more time to follow to Guhui Village by herself, and then find a way to return to Zhangjia Village via Jiuhe Village.

Although the process was a bit troublesome, at least she didn't have to use magic when Mo Chuan's injury was not healed, and it could avoid affecting the possibility of his recovery. She would not owe a bigger favor.

　　　…”

Mo Chuan choked, then tapped Lin Wu on the forehead with his finger, and spoke amidst her pained sounds.

"I'm not good at studying, but I have a lot of random thoughts. A Gu bell is a Gu bell, a thing made by a Gu insect. How can there be any difference? Compared with this, why don't you think this bell is the same as the Gu bell I showed you during the day? different?"

Lin Wu was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked down again.

The bell on the wrist is equally small. At first glance, it looks like silver. There seems to be some ancient and special carving patterns on the surface. It hangs so quietly, making it look particularly delicate and mysterious.

Mochuan's cool voice then sounded.

"It's not like I'm sick, so why do I wear a Gu bell on my head? Of course, it's because the bells on my body are all different. And this is the Tsuka bell, a magic weapon refined from the master's painstaking efforts and ten... secret methods. . If you encounter danger while wearing it, it will protect you. My teacher will also know about it and rush to find you in time."

 “Seriously?”

Different from what Mo Chuan said, Lin Wu himself really couldn't see the name and looked at Mo Chuan a little suspiciously.

　　　…”

Mochuan sighed lowly and said patiently: "Seriously. Wear it and don't take it off."

Then this is indeed a good thing. She will put it on Bai Jing when she gets back.

Lin Wu bowed his hands seriously and thanked him.

Mochuan waved his hand, "Okay, let's go, let's go."

Lin Wu turned around and went back to the room to get his bag. After coming out, he said goodbye to Mo Chuan.

Mo Chuan was a little worried and finally told Lin Wu to wear his hair string.

Lin Wu waved his hand to express that he understood.

 She would never let Bai Jing take it off.

When Lin Wu stepped across the crack, Mo Chuan's throat suddenly tightened. Without looking at Lin Wu, he immediately closed the crack with his hand and erased the spell.

 The next moment, Mo Chuan fell to the table, propped himself up with one hand on the table, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His breathing suddenly became rapid, and Mo Chuan's calm and calm black eyes gradually turned red, filled with anger. Realizing that something was wrong, Mo Chuan quickly touched several large acupuncture points on his body with his fingers, closed his eyes and recited the magic formula silently.

 For a long time, the dangerous aura surging around Mo Chuan was finally suppressed. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes returned to normal.

"Based on my current situation, once the seal in that place is resolved, I won't be able to suppress the injury anymore..." Mochuan frowned.

If so, he has to go back to recover from his injuries.

 But there’s something else here…

Mochuan raised his head slightly, his eyes fell in mid-air, and he murmured: "I wonder if my little apprentice is willing to follow me back to the Thirteen Ridges..."

 …

the other side.

Lin Wu just landed and wanted to look back at Mochuan, but when he turned around, he saw that the crack had closed.

 There is no magic in the air, and it disappears quickly and quickly.

"What the hell?" Lin Wu muttered, "You obviously insisted on accepting me as your disciple, but you disappeared faster than me. Those who don't know think you are so annoying to me that you don't even want to see me again."

This all made Lin Wu a little suspicious. Was it really Mo Chuan himself who had promised to accept a disciple before?

Glancing at the hair string on his wrist, Lin Wu shook his head, turned around and walked in the direction Mo Chuan said.

Lin Wu didn't have a working compass at the moment, his cell phone was out of battery, and he couldn't see the electronic satellite map. He didn't know exactly where he was.

Fortunately, what Mo Chuan said was true. After walking for more than 20 minutes, Lin Wu actually saw the village monument of Zhangjiacun!

She immediately quickened her pace.

It was already dark at this time, and the village was quiet and deserted. Lin Wu did not see anyone after entering Zhangjiacun.

Walking along the path in his memory, Lin Wu walked quickly, but it took him more than half an hour to finally reach the B&B where he had stayed.

 But Lin Wu noticed something was wrong.

There were many cars parked outside the B&B, and their license plates were from out-of-town, indicating that many out-of-towners were here.

It was late at night, but the first floor of the B&B was brightly lit, and there were a lot of people walking around. There was a lot of noise and movement, and it was actually quite lively.

Lin Wu rummaged through his bag but couldn't find a mask. He only turned up his collar, which could barely cover the lower half of his face.

Entering the B&B, there were indeed six or seven people sitting in the lobby beside them, dusty and dusty, as if they were not long in the future. The staff was busy giving them food.

 There are several large black bags placed in the open space next to them, arranged neatly, and they obviously contain important equipment.

Because those people were talking and talking, Lin Wu came in quietly and wore local clothes, so no one paid attention to her. The staff just glanced at her and saw that she was familiar with the place, so they left in a hurry to go about their business.

Lin Wu went straight upstairs and stopped at the corner.

 Below the side of the stairs was the hall. The voices of people sitting there could be heard intermittently in Lin Wu's ears. The ones Lin Wu heard most clearly were the "archaeological team".

 Is this a rescue brought in by the archaeological team?

Lin Wu glanced at it and went upstairs thoughtfully.

There are actually people walking around in the corridor on the second floor. They are smoking and chatting outside the door in twos and threes, but they are more like standing guard, and there are also hidden things on them.

Lin Wu frowned, tilted his head and looked outside, and found that there were also people in the corridor on the third floor.

 Looking at everyone, it was obvious that they were not from the same group, but probably from three parties.

How long has it been since then and so many people have come? (End of chapter)