Chapter 554 (1/2)

The cold fingertip touched the palm of her hand, which made her stunned.

The note was put into her hand, and then the beggar ran away, which was different from the limp just now. At this time, he was obviously more agile.

Su Xia doesn't know why she suddenly has a piece of paper in her hand. It's soft and easy to go with the wind in her hand.

She pinched and looked at the beggar at the other end in embarrassment. Does this person know her? In this secluded City, I meet strangers constantly. They are all familiar people.

She can't help but have some doubts, but the next second, a pair of black pupil flashed in her mind, but she didn't know it clearly, because just a moment ago, she saw her eyes.

It was, by definition, an extremely strange face.

How to say this strange! Maybe it's the kind of strangeness that you feel this person is not close to as soon as you meet.

It's like they're not supposed to be in the same world.

The beggar kept running, running down the steps to the opposite side of the road.

Only a few minutes, she did not come to call her, because there was no time to call that person, a little bit of stalemate, that person has disappeared.

It's just that.

She watched the running beggar drop a book from his pocket. He didn't come back to pick it up. Now he just dropped it not far from her, a few steps away.

Su Xia didn't know why she was attracted to the past. She intuitively felt that there was a thoughtful relationship between the paper and the note. She went over and picked up the book.

At this time, the road was sparsely populated.

She bent down to pick up the thick book, only looked at the strange words written on it. Her first reaction was that she felt what she had picked up. Then she noticed that the mouth like a frightening black hole on the cover was like trying to swallow her up, which made people confused.

And those characters, like those ancient hieroglyphs, she turned over, completely unable to understand.

Su Xia is a person who believes in Marxist philosophy. She definitely thinks that these things in front of her can be regarded as witchcraft. After all, what she has in her hand is like the so-called witches and national masters in TV dramas. She doesn't belong to her own society.

But I don't know why such a mysterious thing appeared in front of my eyes.

She understood a word in that book.

——Witch.

Wizard, in the environment where she grew up, did not have too much contact, although she occasionally heard that there were several mages, fortune tellers doing fortune telling there.

But most of them are swindlers and warlocks. She never believed in them.

But the book in front of her, whether it's texture or the words on it, reminds her that she's a long time old.

I don't know if I have experienced 100 years.

It's cool to feel the paper, but it seems that it has integrated its own body temperature and become warm again.

With a strange mood, Su Xia thought of the piece of paper in her hand. She didn't know if the beggar had fallen down on purpose. So she first stuffed the things into her bag, and then opened the paper in her hand. Only a few words were written on the paper.

”Miss, you are kind-hearted. Those who are kind-hearted must be blessed by the Buddha. Then I will give you some secrets.”

”Your whole life is doomed to be suffered by emotion, and you will turn between two powerful men, one of whom is bound to die hard!”

She held the thing, suddenly confused, a blank brain.

——One of them is bound to die hard?