Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

However, the two ends of this piece of wood have shallow and round depressions, which don't look like natural depressions.

There are also two rows of rectangular protrusions inside.

When matched together, it looks like a buckle used to connect something.

Xiang Xing looked confused.

He couldn't help stretching out his onion-like fingertips, pointing at the wood and asking lightly: "Boss, what is this piece of wood, Dire Wolf, for?"

"...This is not something from my house, and it's the first time I've seen it."

Wu Chen shrugged slightly.

Suddenly, he glanced sideways, glanced at a certain husky who was shaking his head and tail, and asked softly, "Where did you get it?"

"Aww~"

The wild wolf howled lightly.

But when the man heard this, his light gray pupils shrank suddenly: "You mean, the courtyard of Fang Qiao's house?"

"Aww!"

Dire Wolf nodded happily.

Seeing this, the two looked at each other again.

He couldn't help holding his breath again, and looked at the piece of wood again.

This time, there are some new discoveries.

On the top of the wood, through the mottled traces of time, some black and gold patterns and color patches can be vaguely seen, as if surrounding the wood and covering it.

And this inexplicably familiar pattern to Xiang Xing...

Instead, she suddenly remembered the black cheongsam-singing woman she had just seen in Fang Qiao's villa.

As for Wu Chen at the side.

Instead, after re-observing the wood for a moment, a bright light flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

"Ok……"

The man's hoarse voice stretched a bit as if thinking about it.

He turned around suddenly, and brought a laptop computer from the big cabinet next to him.

Then, as if on purpose or not, she sat down next to Xiang Xing.

Immediately, he turned on the computer and quickly searched for something inside.

Seeing this, the little guy couldn't help poking his head over, peeking at the computer screen.

After a while, she saw only a still life photo, which suddenly popped to the center of the screen.

It was a puppet used by ancient craftsmen to perform, and it was made into a majestic martial artist.

Although it is also full of a sense of age, the puppet costumes are exquisite in workmanship, and the facial features and various objects are also carved lifelike.

But in Xiang Xing's eyes, this photo is clean.

It should be just an ordinary collectible.

But this thing reminded her unconsciously of the wonderful puppet show she saw in the Lantern Temple Fair in the previous world.

Thinking about it, the little guy couldn't help tilting his head, glanced at the man next to him, and asked softly: "Boss, do you like watching puppet shows?"

"...This is the key item of a case I once had, and it was overtaken."

Wu Chen responded lightly, and tapped the mouse in his hand.

The photos on the screen also switch accordingly.

It wasn't until a photo appeared that the puppet's limbs had been divided into precise parts, and it suddenly stopped.

And under the man's control, a certain place was enlarged.

"Look at this."

He shook the mouse lightly, pointed at one of the round wooden parts, his voice was still hoarse, "Did you find anything?"

"Well……"

Xiang Xing frowned, his soft eyes widened, and he looked hard at the screen.

Looking at the round shape of the wood and the two rows of rectangular depressions, the little guy thought about it, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

I couldn't help but quickly grabbed a few paper towels, wrapped the piece of wood on the side, and grabbed it gently.

Pointing to the bulge on the top, he exclaimed, "Boss, the shape here can match!"