There is also a high pole frame made of bamboo in the yard, and half of it is drying paper.

The man walked all the way to the shelf, touched the drying paper with his hand, and nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"Where's your dad?"

The man then turned around and asked.

Fang Chang was stunned for a moment, and then replied honestly: "Dead."

The man's face was blank, and there was a trace of laughter or crying expression on his face, and then he shook his head and said:

"He should have died long ago."

"Wait."

After saying that, without waiting for Fang Chang's reaction, he walked into the inner hall and walked out with a palm-sized jewelry box.

"This is something your father gave me, but I have no use for it. Now that you have found me, give it back to you."

Fang Chang: "???"

Isn't he here to buy paper?

How did it become an inheritance?

However, he had no reason to refuse anything that was free of charge.

He took the box calmly and opened it.

"Spiritual Stone!!!"

His pupils shrank and his heartbeat suddenly surged.
Chapter completed!