The Zifu Consciousness Sea, which had undergone some kind of mutation, merged together.

Jack's face twitched, and he exclaimed: "Where's that purple jade tablet? Oh my God, purple jade, purple jade! This is a rare purple jade! And judging from its carving skills, it is definitely from ancient China.

Items left behind by an extremely ancient dynasty. The writing on them is exactly the same as their oldest oracle bone inscriptions. This is an amazing cultural relic. Baby, where did he go?"

Handwriting? Gu Xiechen shook his head. He didn’t remember that there was handwriting on this jade plaque?

After calming down, Gu Xiechen took the box in his hands. He glared at Jack and shouted, "If you don't want to die, follow me and leave. Jade token? What jade token? Is it your hallucination?"

Jack was stunned for a while. He looked at Gu Xiechen, whose clothes were completely burned by the bomb explosion at close range. That's right, it was impossible for Gu Xiechen to hide such a large jade plaque on his body.

But where did the jade plaque go?

Is it really an illusion?

Seeing that Gu Xiechen had walked dozens of meters away carrying two metal boxes worth billions, Jack looked back at the old castle at the foot of the hillside that had been reduced to ruins by bombs, and hurriedly chased after him with a strange scream.

After Gu Xiechen and Jack had left the castle for more than ten kilometers, three silver-white helicopters arrogantly descended in front of the ruins of the castle with boundless arrogance and majesty.

Dozens of priests in white cassocks stepped off the helicopter, and they carefully began to search every inch of the ruins of the castle.

The people from the Holy See finally arrived.

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Chapter completed!