Wen Xun's wife told him that he came from a little-known tribe.

Yuan Chi's current hand pattern is the totem symbol of that mysterious tribe.

The wife and the goddess of the tribe are good sisters.

Although the two are not related by blood, they are closer than real relatives.

But one day the goddess quietly left the tribe, leaving no words.

Since then, his whereabouts have been unknown, as if he had evaporated from the world.

She was worried about the safety of the goddess, and she couldn't sit still every day, and she really couldn't wait for any news about the goddess.

On the day when the tribesmen were busy with the sacrifices, she also left the tribe.

After walking for several days and nights along the winding road, I climbed a steep cliff and came to the northern city.

Hearing this, Xiao Song couldn't help but complain.

Professor Wen's remarks are simply nonsense, as if he was making up a nonsensical story.

It is concluded that Mr. Yuan will definitely not believe it.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Chi's next words were out of his expectations.

"Would you mind showing me the portrait of the tribal goddess?"

Wen Xun didn't refuse, and got up and rummaged through the bookshelves.

Soon took out a drawing that was about to turn yellow and gave it to Yuan Chi.

Yuan Chi opened it and took a look.

The person in the portrait is similar to Song Ci'an's mother, Song Yixin.

Yuan Chi felt like opening a box full of all the secrets, and all the answers were about to come out.

"Did your wife mention why the tribal priestess left?"

Yuan Chi continued to ask.

"She said that the goddess fell in love with a foreigner and eloped with the foreigner."

Wen Xun said with a dry mouth, picked up the water on the table, and took a few sips.

The conversation between the two made Xiao Song feel incredible.

Especially the attitude of the boss, it is obvious that he believes what Professor Wen said.

It simply didn't look like the Yuan Chi he knew above.

"Professor Wen, thank you for your cooperation today. I think there's something about it, though. Or ask your wife in person will be clearer. ”

Yuan Chi knew that Wen Xun had already told everything he knew.

But now there are doubts.

If Song Yixin is the goddess of the tribe.

Could the person who eloped with her be Mo Shanfeng, but why did he get involved with He Zhilin again.

And what kind of existence is the status of the goddess in the tribe.

"Mr. Yuan, if you see her, you will do what you say."

Wen Xun's determined eyes fell on Yuan Chi.

Yuan Chi nodded affirmatively.

"Professor Wen can be completely relieved of this, as long as I meet your wife and ask some questions I want to know, I will help her get out of her illness."

After getting a lot of promises, Wen Xun's hanging heart could be regarded as letting go.

But now he didn't dare to face his wife.

Because he swore to his wife a long time ago that he would never divulge her background.

But now he has broken his promise, worried that his wife will not forgive him.

After Yuan Chi sat for a while, he said goodbye to Wen Xun and walked out of the school.

Xiao Song hurriedly followed behind him, wanting to speak and stopping.

"Just ask whatever you want, I don't want you to suffocate and cause unnecessary work."

As soon as Yuan Chi got into the car, he said to Xiao Song, who was about to drive.

"Mr. Yuan. What did Professor Wen say? Do you really believe every word? ”

"What? Do you think there's a problem? ”

Yuan Chi asked rhetorically, looking at the assistant with suspicious eyes.

"No, no, I don't dare to say that there is a problem."

Xiao Song denied it again and again.

If there is a problem with what Professor Wen said, then there is also a problem with those who believe what Professor Wen said.

This is insulting the boss's IQ in disguise, and he can't afford to mess with it.