The Fake Daughter Made a Sensation All Over the World By Relying on Metaphysics

Lu Chaolan said: "There is a daughter in the branch of the Ye family, named Ye Huitang, who is currently married to the Xie family, but she is currently teaching archeology at Beijing University."

Gu Muran zoomed in on Ye Huitang's photo with his fingers and found, "This Ye Huitang and Ye Yuxi don't really look alike."

Zhonglu said: "My senior brother also graduated from the Department of Archeology of Beijing University."

"Your Taoism is indeed Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." Gu Muran raised his finger, "Maybe I should call Elder Xuanhua, a senior."

"Don't, don't, don't." Xuan Hua really didn't dare to answer.

At this moment, someone's cell phone rang suddenly.

All eyes instantly turned to the mobile phone on the table.

——It belonged to Lu Chaolan.

"Where are you now?" Lu Lingge was on the other end of the phone, "Professor Wei called me through multiple calls and found me here, and wanted to ask for your family's phone number."

Lu Chaolan already knew about Professor Pang's car accident yesterday, and the most important thing was that there was a heated discussion at that time.

——The aura of the cinnabar pen used by the national teacher appeared on Pang Ruomeng.

It should be this incident that caught the attention of the Kyoto Institute of Antiquities.

Lu Chaolan looked at Gu Muran.

Gu Muran also understood what it meant, she nodded: "Give him my phone number."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Muran said, "Professor Wei's call came later than I thought."

Their purpose is the same: the Kyoto Institute of Antiquities is committed to finding the truth about the disappearance of the national teacher and the tomb where she was buried.

And her belongings back then were the clues.

The study is very quiet.

Soon, Gu Muran's cell phone rang.

Over there, Professor Wei asked about Gu Muran's current physical condition, which seemed to mean that the younger generation was asking the elders for respect.

Perhaps Professor Wei felt that it was not good to directly ask about the cinnabar pen incident, so he first found a topic to introduce.

Others always find topics, and Professor Wei used other people's topics, but he didn't expect it to be so blunt.

Gu Muran got right to the point: "I just feel the breath of the cinnabar pen, but I don't know where it is now."

Professor Wei over there said, "Thanks to Ms. Gu this time."

He paused and said, "If there is any news, please let us know."

Professor Wei's voice was respectful, even a little more respectful than last time.

Gu Muran nodded, as if realizing that he couldn't see it over there, so he said, "Okay."

There was a pause over there for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

There was a break in between the calls.

After a while, Professor Wei said, "Are you really a descendant of the National Teacher?"

You could feel the anticipation and tension in his voice across the phone.

Gu Muran didn't respond, and there seemed to be nowhere to rest. He wanted to say something, but he was afraid of disturbing this side.

Gu Muran really didn't know what to say.

Does it count? Shouldn't count.

After all, she is the national teacher herself.

But if it doesn't count, then there should be no pure descendants of the national teacher.

After all, the body on her body belongs to modern people, and the soul belongs to the master of the country.

"Why don't you speak?" Professor Wei was overly nervous and expecting.

"Yes or no, you'll know if you investigate." Gu Muran really didn't know how to say it.

"Meow~"

At some point, Chi Chi, who woke up from sleep, appeared on the window sill of the study.

A window away.

It stood on the windowsill outside, just watching them.

that moment.

Zhong Lu, who didn't dare to speak out, looked at his senior brother: "Senior brother, this young master is really too modest. The patriarch and descendants are such a good face, why do you think she doesn't want it?"