Lu Miao walked around the foundation and squatted down. She placed her hand on the ground and closed her eyes.
The mountain breeze blew her hair, and her feather-like eyelashes fluttered in the wind.
She was like a fairy in the mountains, like a dream.
Fu Jingshen watched for a long time until Lu Miao opened her eyes. "How is it? "
Lu Miao stretched out her hand and pointed at the foundation. "Someone touched the talisman inside."
Fu Jingshen's face darkened. He immediately took out his phone and dialed a number.
Ten minutes later, a man in a military uniform came up from the foot of the mountain with an old man who looked to be in his sixties.
The two of them went forward to greet Fu Jingshen. The old man behind them said, " On the day the construction of the Temple of Wealth started, Chief Zhao and I were worried, so we did ask someone to take out the talisman and open it for inspection."
