"you say."

"When your mother died, you, at the age of fourteen, really killed that family of seven?"

Downstairs of Xinkai Hotel, Zhang Xuan parked the car and asked the front desk. Quan Dingding had already come back. He surprisingly did not get into the restaurant, but returned to the room honestly.

Zhang Xuan was quite surprised by this.

After finding the room where Quan Dingding lived, the door was closed. Zhang Xuan pushed the door and walked in. Before he could see Quan Dingding's person, he heard a sound.

"That man's mother was not a tumor death, but was forced to jump down from a tall building. The 14-year-old boy turned into an evil ghost in hell that night and killed the family of seven..." Zhang Xuan, who had just entered the door, heard this, his face suddenly changed. He stepped into the room and saw Quan Dingding leaning against the sofa, muttering these things.

"Shut up!"

Zhang Xuan shouted loudly.

Quan Dingding, who was holding his cell phone and concentrating, was startled by Zhang Xuan's shout, "Brother...Brother...Brother...What's wrong with you?"

Quan Dingding saw Zhang Xuan's evil spirit on his face, and his voice was trembling.

Zhang Xuan stepped in front of Quan Dingding and asked solemnly: "Where did you hear what you just said?"

"Those just now?"

Quan Ding's face showed doubts, and for two seconds he raised the phone in his hand, "Brother, I'm reading a novel, written by a cup of eight treasure tea, those were published in his prestige official account just now."

"What did he write!"

Zhang Xuan took Quan Ding Ding's mobile phone, novel?

He doesn't believe that there is such a coincidence in the world.

"Brother, please read it yourself. It's in the official account. The full name of the official account is the author's cup of eight treasure tea. You can search it and find it. I'm still reading it."

Quan Dingding said, then grabbed his phone from Zhang Xuan's hand, "You have to see yourself searching for it on the Weixin official account."

Zhang Xuan took out his mobile phone with an ugly face, searched for the official account, and saw an option extra for the Dragon King Palace, also known as the "Home Mad Son-in-law". After clicking, there was indeed what Dingding just said.

Zhang Xuan's face was gloomy and a number was broadcast, "Go, check me the cup of eight treasure tea. Where did he know what he wrote!"

When Zhang Xuan hung up the phone, he grabbed Quan Ding Ding's collar and said, "Okay, don't look at the things first, go and tell me about your ancestral land."

"There is nothing wrong with our ancestral land. Brother, I'm still reading novels. I didn't find any investment this afternoon. I think I may not be suitable for this industry. My new goal is to be a storyteller."

"You'd better keep investing."

Zhang Xuan held the collar of Quan Ding Ding, and couldn't resist, and pulled him out of the room and came to the restaurant.

As soon as he saw what he had eaten, he immediately became obedient and answered Zhang Xuan’s questions while eating.

Zhang Xuan asked everything he wanted to know. Although most of the answers were not answered, Zhang Xuan still understood the approximate Loulan's ancestral land.

The Loulan ancestral land is also in that desert. They occupy a rare oasis. There are now more than 1,700 people in the ancestral land and they hardly communicate with the outside world.
Chapter completed!