That afternoon, Gu Shuo, Qian Fanji, and Zhan Chi arrived one after another. Along the way, they heard that Xianhai Tower bought a hundred taels of

The bottle with the strange note, I guessed something in my heart.

They rushed to Xianhai Tower, but Dean Chen hadn't come back after going out. It wasn't until almost noon the next day that Dean Chen returned to Xianhai Tower.

"Dean, where are you going?" Zhan Chi took the lead to meet him.

President Chen took off the bamboo hat on his head: "Go to the waters outside the city to investigate something, let's go, you go upstairs with the old man, the old man has something to say."

Several people vaguely knew it in their hearts, and followed Dean Chen upstairs.

President Chen entered the private room, took out the porcelain bottle and the note from the compartment of the cabinet, and placed them on the table.

"What is written here?" Zhan Chi picked it up and looked at it carefully.

Qian Fan's silent eyes suddenly narrowed, and he grabbed another finger and trembled slightly: "This is... her handwriting."

Gu Shuo trembled when he heard the words, his eyes fixed on the note: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's not wrong, her handwriting is unique, and this strange font, no one in the whole continent can write it." Qian Fanji suppressed his joy.

Zhan Chi’s pupils widened, and the words in his ears overwhelmed him with excitement: “So.. so.. our previous guesses were all correct.”

"Yes, she is still alive, alive and well."

"Really? The dean is real?" Zhan Chi was excited.

Dean Chen nodded, and reached out to take back the note in Gu Shuo's hand: "You may not understand, but this old man can."

"The dean knows what is written?" Gu Shuo asked in surprise.

"Well, the little girl taught the old man simplified characters before. In order to make it easier for the old man to understand, she listed the twenty-four letters." Then, Dean Chen picked up a pen and listed the letters one by one on the rice paper: "These letters can Spell out all the font syllables, she once said that when the old man learns, they can use pinyin to send messages, so even if they are intercepted, the news will not be leaked."

The three of them saw that the letters written by the dean were exactly the same as those on the note, and they were overjoyed.

"What's written on these three notes?"

"The spelling on this one is, Master, don't read it when the disciple is well, and the return date is ten years." Dean Chen wrote it down, and then picked up the second one: "Master, I am on an island in the sea, and everything is safe. Say hello to the fathers, the last one seems to be scolding someone again..."

The three of them listened to the first two notes, and were 100% sure that Ye Qianning wrote them. They were excited, but they were puzzled when they heard the excitement behind.

"Who are you scolding?"

"She said that the old man withheld her food, refused to give her food... and abused her all day long, hoping that the sea **** would see it, and flooded his small island..."

"You won't feed her?" Zhan Chi heard this and slapped the table angrily and stood up.

Qian Fanji also turned cold: "I'll arrange the manpower to go to the South China Sea."

"Go now." Gu Shuo stood up.

"Don't worry, listen to the old man." Dean Chen motioned for several people to sit down.

The three of them stood and moved slightly, the anger on their faces said everything.

I don’t feed his children, and I don’t know how hungry and thin they are now. His children have been able to eat since they were young.

Zhan Chi couldn't help but think of a little doll in rags, skinny and wielding a small ax to split firewood. He had no food for work and was locked in a small dark room.

Thinking of the tip of his nose, he immediately became astringent, turned around and rubbed his eyes with his sleeves.