Zhang Fen sighed lightly and held Mo Zhu's hand. "Xiao Zhu, as long as you live a good life happily, I will be relieved. As for other things, I don't know what's best for you."
After a pause, Zhang Fen frowned and thought for a while. "After I die, go to our house in Qingyuan Village and get something as soon as possible. There's a secret compartment under the second tile below my small wooden bed. There's a jade-faced Guan Yin inside. Remember to keep it well and don't let it fall into the hands of those people!"
Just as she finished speaking, Zhang Fen suddenly coughed violently. Her movements were so big that the wound on her chest began to bleed uncontrollably again. She suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and her breathing instantly became hurried.
