章節 390: Little Jiu Was Definitely Not Dead

Di Beiming had been digging non-stop for an entire night!

An Feng looked at His Venerable Self, who was covered in mud, and sighed in his heart. His Venerable Self had a serious obsession with cleanliness. He would not even spill a drop of blood on his body when he killed someone, but he was almost a clay figurine at that moment!

'Sigh, Miss Jiu, where are you exactly? Didn't they say that calamities live for a thousand years? How could you die just like that?'

Elder Xiao and the others also had grief on their faces. They wanted to persuade Di Beiming, but they did not know where to start. Speaking of which, Little Jiu's death was also somewhat related to them. If it was not to save them, she might not have been targeted by the heavens!

An Feng's eyes suddenly lit up. "Your Excellency, the voice transmission talisman! Why don't you try sending a voice transmission talisman to Miss Jiu?"