With a bang, all the pictures and prompts disappeared.

The Bagua Pan must have changed into its original appearance.

Brand new and sharp, the lines look like they were just carved on.

When Yang Zhengyu picked it up, he felt the surface was hot.

Observe carefully under the light.

It's indeed gossip, but it's a little different.

Because the number exceeds sixty-four.

Bagua Bagua, if not sixty-four.

Can that still be called gossip?

When I looked carefully, I found that some gossips were marked with two colons.

Some are marked below.

There are others on the left and some on the right.

If multiplied by 4 more, there should be 256 characters.

But at a quick glance, there aren’t that many, probably only a hundred or so.

The weight is about the same as before.

It's just that the edge of the plate feels a little scratchy.

Obviously, this Bagua plate was not carefully polished when it was made. Instead, it was passed down through the generations, and after being appreciated and played by different people, it became as smooth as when it was first obtained.

Yang Zhengyu said strangely: "No matter how you look at it, there's nothing special about it."

At this time, a dark cloud suddenly covered the moon in the scenery.
Chapter completed!