However, when Xue Lao Liu saw what Chu Zhenyan was holding in his hand, he felt that Chu Zhenyan still had some ability, because he knew that these runes were from men to women, but there was one exception, that is, the Qu family only passed on women.

In the history books that have been handed down, although the descendants of the Qu family are all women, the lineup of the Qu family is very strong.

Xue Lao Liu looked at Chu Zhenyan's youth and beauty, guessed that she was a member of the Qu family, and took the initiative to speak.

Chu Zhenyan's eyebrows were almost invisible, but she didn't speak.

Xue Lao Liu smiled and said, "Miss, don't get me wrong. If you don't want to reveal it, I won't embarrass you. My surname is Zhao, and I am the fifth in our family. My name is Xue Lao Liu. I have no ill will towards the girl, just curious about what you have in your hand. ”

Although the Qu family has declined, their ancestors are also famous. If they're on the way, there's no way you know.

Chu Zhenyan originally wanted to squeeze a few words out of Xue Laoliu's mouth. Hearing her name, she was even more confused.

But she still raised her hand mysteriously and drew a curved word on the table.

Xue Lao Liu was startled when he saw the words written by Chu Zhenyan.

He nodded and smiled at Chu Zhenyan.

Sure enough, it's a composer. According to his impression, the Qu family has always passed on women to men. In this way, what is in the girl's hands is what she makes herself.

From Xue Laoliu's subtle expression, Chu Zhenyan could see that he understood the Qu family.

So as Liu Xiangpu said, the Qu family is indeed the way of some mages and Taoists.

Chu Zhenyan fiddled with the red cloth bag in her hand and said, "You know this?"

Chu Zhenyan didn't believe that the small cloth bag would be so simple. Otherwise, with such an object, if it wasn't fully affirmed, how could Xue Lao Liu dare to speak to Chu Zhenyan like this.

Xue Lao Liu smiled embarrassedly. He didn't know why. Sitting in front of him was a girl in her early twenties, but he felt a little nervous.

Xue Lao Liu is the sixth child of his family. He didn't learn anything. In fact, there are some things that shouldn't have existed for the past few decades.

Although Xue Lao Liu knew what Chu Zhenyan was holding in his hand, he still couldn't take it out. All he knew was that it was an ancient amulet.

The red envelope on the outside looks ordinary, but it is soaked in the blood of a black dog.

"I don't understand," Mr. Xue said.

In the noisy train carriages, no one paid attention to them.

Xue Lao Liu lowered his voice and said, "But I don't think the runes on this should not be written by girls."

Runes?

Chu Zhenyan became more and more confused.

What exactly is this red cloth bag? The runes inside?

She rubbed it gently, as if something was there.

Runes? Isn't it a real talisman?

Chu Zhenyan hesitated for two seconds and nodded: "This is the talisman my brother gave me."

"Amulet?" Xue Lao Liu first laughed twice, shook his head, and then nodded: "It can also be said that in the final analysis, it is used for self-defense."

Now Xue Lao Liu understands that although the little girl in front of her is from the Qu family, she knows some things, but she doesn't know at all.

He listened to the kindness on his lips: "But you don't have to worry about this world, there are any ghosts and gods there, and it is safe to defend yourself."

If Chu Zhenyan hadn't experienced rebirth after death, or there was no space, or she hadn't discovered the strangeness of her space.

Maybe after listening to Xue Laoliu's words, I don't have any special feelings. I also think this is like what Yan Chunxiang said. This is an ordinary amulet.

But obviously, judging from Xue Laoliu's expression, this small cloth bag is not so simple.

Ghosts and God? Is it safe? Self-defense?

Chu Zhenyan kept sorting out these words, hoping to find some clues from them.

Self-defense?