My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator
Chapter 223's
Chapter 224: The Half-finished Tracking Amulet
Zhao Ziteng laughed at herself, as if she was asking Qi Anyan and her son, as well as herself.
After hearing what he said, all of Zhao Hengliang's dissatisfaction, which was originally a little uninterested, disappeared.
Right, if he was Zhao Ziteng, he would also be angry and annoyed at her, right?
Thinking of this, Zhao Hengliang lowered his head in embarrassment and said to Zhao Ziteng sincerely, “Sorry.”
Other than apologizing, Zhao Hengliang knew that anything else would be redundant, because whatever he said, it could not change the past.
Zhao Ziteng took a deep breath and smiled bitterly while shaking her head slightly. “I should be the one apologizing.”
“Everyone is here. It's time to go.”
Before the two families said anything more, Lu Zijia suddenly interrupted and said.
After which, he injected a beam of spiritual power into the Tracking Talisman in his palm. In an instant, the tracking talisman lit up with a white light and turned into a translucent butterfly!
Looking at the translucent butterfly that transformed from the Tracking Amulet, Lu Zijia could not help but desire to cover her face.
Although he drew the Tracking Talisman, it was a half-finished Tracking Talisman. This was truly his dark past!
However, what he saw as a product of the dark past was extremely magical and unbelievable in the eyes of Song Zixuan and the others.
Even Mu Tianyan and Mu Yunhao, the two Martial Artists, were slightly shocked in their minds.
Lu Zijia controlled the translucent butterfly and made it land on Jiang Jinfu's photo. After a while, the butterfly flew towards the door.
“Preserve.” Lu Zijia said as she took the lead to chase after the butterfly that flew out.
Seeing everyone leaving one after another, Qi Anyan and his son paused for a moment and also followed them.
The mother and son of the Zhao family focused on following Lu Zijia, so they did not realize that Qi Anyan and her son were also behind them.
Seeing the butterflies heading towards the entrance of the village, Lu Zijia asked Song Zixuan to pick up the car.
The Zhao family car was extended. There was still room even with eight people inside.
Something came to Liang Yuhua's mind and he looked out the window in panic.
Half an hour later, the car followed the butterflies to Creek Town and finally stopped at a remote river near the city.
Lu Zijia and the others got down from the car one after another and saw the butterflies that stopped moving over the river.
“Is the evil spirit here?”
Song Zixuan, who had no guts, hid behind Lu Zijia and asked cautiously in a low voice at the same time.
Lu Zijia frowned and shook her head. “No.”
“No? Then why did the butterfly stop here?”
Song Zixuan was surprised and she said, “Don't say it's just tired?”
Lu Zijia glanced at him coldly. Although his tracking talisman was only a semi-finished product, it was not in vain!
“There's a line across the river.”
Mu Tianyan sat down in a wheelchair and said slowly while staring at the opposite forest with a cold gaze.
Lu Zijia glanced at him in shock. Apparently, he never thought that he would see her so soon.
As expected, if this man was his enemy, he would definitely be his strongest rival.
If possible, he did not want to be hostile to this man.
Of course, if this man wanted to become his enemy, he would not back down either.
“You know how to solve array?” Lu Zijia asked curiously.
Mu Tianyan shook his head calmly. “No.”
Lu Zijia: “...” He thought there would be free labor for him. He thinks too much!