The more Feng Wu planned, the more excited she became.

But at this time—

Feng Wu saw that the housekeeper in the old mansion of Fang Pavilion led a few people to the door.

The group of people was led by a young girl, with a lilac skirt, fifteen or sixteen years old, her face was already open, her eyebrows were gorgeous and sharp, quite aggressive and wild, and the royal sister was full of fan.

She was followed by a butler, and at this moment, this butler was talking and laughing with Steward Fang.

"Ye Yafei?"

No wonder it's so familiar, this Ye Yafei is Zuo Qingluan's cousin.

Feng Wu remembered that Ye Yafei had always followed Zuo Qingluan's side and was her little follower.

"What is she doing in Fang Ge's hometown?" Feng Wu's brows furrowed slightly.

Because the leaves of the sycamore tree on the wall are blocked, Feng Wu can see Ye Yafei, but Ye Yafei can't see Feng Wu.

"Could it be that she wants to buy this house too?"

Feng Wu frowned.

If it was before, Feng Wu hadn't been so excited about this mansion, but just now, Feng Wu had already planned in her mind how to guide the spirit of the lake to arrange the formation after getting the mansion, so she didn't want to lose this mansion.

Feng Wu is now in the realm of the two-star Spirit Sect, and her ears and eyes are clear, so she can hear the conversation between Steward Ye and Steward Fang.

"Our old man wants to return to his hometown, and this house is indeed going to be sold."

"Yes, 100,000 taels of silver."

"This house can't be bought with money, it has to pass the test of our old man."

Steward Fang handed over a piece of paper: "The question is on this, whoever can answer it can buy this house." ”

Ye Yafei took the piece of paper from Steward Fang's hand and frowned: "What is this?" ”

Steward Fang smiled faintly and did not answer.

"If Miss Ye can't understand it, she won't be destined for our house." Steward Fang's attitude was indifferent, "Within three days, if you can answer this question, Miss Ye will come to the door again." ”

With that, Steward Fang was ready to send off the guests.

Because of the distance, Feng Wu didn't see the topic in Ye Yafei's hand clearly, but her attention was focused on the ancient well in the atrium.

"Is it a delusion?" Feng Wu rubbed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she still saw the purple glow above the ancient well!

Under the teaching of Master Beauty, Feng Wu can be described as a wave of books, and she has dabbled in all aspects, so when she saw the purple light flashing in the sun, her eyes instantly lit up!

"Terroir—"

At this moment, Feng Tutu suddenly dodged and quickly went in the direction of the dry well!

"Terroir!"

Feng Wu covered her eyes.

Ye Yafei and they haven't left yet, Fengtu Tutu won't be discovered by them, right?

Fortunately, the speed of Fengtu was extremely fast, and it rolled into the ancient well under the noses of Ye Yafei and the others.

Seeing Steward Fang send Ye Yafei and them away, Feng Wu turned over and jumped down from the wall, and when she looked at it again, she had already arrived at the side of the ancient well in the atrium.

Feng Wu looked down from above, and at a glance she found that-

It's an abandoned dry well.

And it's been abandoned for a long time, and it's all sand, gravel and dead leaves underneath.

However, where is the figure of Feng Tutu in front of him?

A look of surprise appeared in Feng Wu's eyes.

She could see clearly, Feng Tutu jumped into this dry well, why did she disappear in the blink of an eye?

Feng Wu grabbed a handful of sand and stones and sniffed lightly on the tip of his nose, this breath ......

Feng Wu's right hand rested on the sand and stone, and a spiritual sense quickly spread downward, like the roots of an ancient tree extending downward.