My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

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1192 The Chance of Being Alive Is Quite Low

“Qianqian, my daughter, my daughter!”

Madam Ji was still unwilling to accept this cruel truth. She slapped her head fiercely with both hands in grief, as if she wanted to punish herself with this.

Mr. Ji quickly stopped her from torturing herself. “Wifey, calm down. Perhaps… Perhaps the master made a mistake. Our daughter is still alive. The most important thing for us now is to find her first. Wifey, something has already happened to our daughter. You can’t let anything happen to her again, or our family will really be broken up.”

Mr. Ji comforted his wife while looking at Lu Zijia and the others apologetically, as if he hoped that the two of them wouldn’t care about what he said.

In fact, Mr. Ji was already mentally prepared that his daughter was doomed.

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After all, their daughter had been missing for three days. If he was the kidnapper, he would have called long ago to extort money.

But there had been no calls for the past three days, which meant that kidnappers weren’t responsible for their daughter’s disappearance.

If it wasn’t done by kidnappers, the chances of their daughter still being alive were quite low.

It was just that no one had told them this before, so they could still deceive themselves, but now…

Thinking of this, Mr. Ji couldn’t help wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes again. The grief in his eyes couldn’t be hidden no matter what.

After a long time, Mrs. Ji was finally comforted by Mr. Ji. Even though she still couldn’t completely calm down, she could at least listen to what others said.

“Master, can you take our family to find my sister?” Ji Zilin looked up at Lu Zijia with hope in his eyes and there was obvious pleading in his tone.

Lu Zijia nodded without hesitation. “Sure, but I need something your sister often uses, like a bracelet, clothes, and so on.”

For some reason, Lu Zijia kept feeling that Ji Zilin’s sister’s death was related to the strong resentment in the air above the academy.

If it was related, she could take the opportunity to enter the academy and see what huge secret was hidden inside.

Of course, she wouldn’t forget the treasure the golden pagoda was talking about.

Hearing that, the members of the Ji family subconsciously glanced at each other. Then, Mr. Ji said, “We came out in a hurry and didn’t bring anything. Is our daughter’s photo okay?”

“No.”

Lu Zijia shook her head. “You have to use something your daughter often uses.”

Only things that she often came into contact with would be stained with her aura. What could be seen in a photo was only her face.

It was impossible to find someone by looking at their faces.

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The members of the Ji family couldn’t help feeling a bit anxious when they heard that.

“Masters, can you come to our house?” Ji Zilin asked nervously.

Lu Zijia didn’t answer immediately, but looked at the man next to her. She only agreed after the man nodded slightly.

With their current cultivation levels, they weren’t afraid that the Ji family would play any tricks or set a trap for them.

If they really couldn’t beat them, they could still teleport into the ancient space, right?

Seeing that the two of them agreed, the members of the Ji family hurriedly invited the two of them into a commercial car parked by the roadside and rushed home.

And a few seconds after the car left, a woman ran over from where Lu Zijia and the others were originally standing.

And this woman was Zuo Wei’s daughter, Zuo Xiaofei.

“Strange, why is she gone? Did I see wrongly?” Zuo Xiaofei scratched her head and kept looking around.

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