Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

"Meow~~Meow~~"

Dahei waved its long fluffy tail leisurely, and his voice stopped in an orderly manner, as if he was conveying some kind of signal inexplicably.

It's just that only Jiang Yang can understand the meowing signal.

After the meowing sound fell, Xiang Xing saw him blinking his eyes, smiling and translating.

"This piece of wood is camphor wood, which grew about 120 years ago. It was sawed off about 100 years ago."

"As for the chiseling and coloring marks on this piece of wood, it was made about 90 years ago, which is the well-known chaotic era."

Hearing this, the man and the little guy looked at each other silently.

Indeed, the makeup and hair style of the woman in the black cheongsam, as well as the song that was popular all over the country, are also products of that era.

"Ok……"

Wu Chen pondered, his voice slightly elongated.

Suddenly raised her delicate eyes again, and looked towards Jiang Yang, "Can you lock the specific year?"

"Try it."

Jiang Yang shrugged slightly and winked at Dahei.

Dahei immediately continued to sniff that piece of wood.

After a while, he meowed and licked his little meaty claws.

Looks good, looks like a success.

Sure enough, after a while, the young man smiled and nodded.

Slowly said, "729 years."

729 years.

Chewing on this number, Xiang Xing couldn't help frowning silently.

In the memory of the original owner, this is a very unusual year.

Many major events that directly determine the turning point in the history of Qinghe City happened in this year.

On the contrary, it may become difficult and confusing to check this trivial matter that is considered a courtesan.

Thinking about it, she still took out her mobile phone with some helplessness, and was going to visit Mrs. X...

However, seeing her actions, the boy next to her couldn't help but sneered softly.

"If you are in your line of work, if you can retrieve it with Niang X, what do you need your spiritism for?"

"..."

Xiang Xing's face blushed, and he couldn't help but put his phone back in a panic.

The soft cheeks puffed up unconsciously, and then he looked sideways and gave him a hard look.

Why does this little devil seem to be against her all the time.

Even Wu Chen couldn't hold back, and his brows frowned in displeasure.

After thinking for a while, he simply pulled out his arms and hugged the little guy next to him.

Then, he turned around, hugged her to the other side of him, and settled down.

Then he glanced at Jiang Yang coldly again, and said in a low tone, "It's working time now, be serious, or I will deduct your incense paper money."

"...I was wrong, boss."

Looking at his boss's inexplicably protective eyes, the young man could only shrug his shoulders helplessly.

He continued, "According to the information left by the puppet, in 729, Luo Qingya, the top singer of Baihui, officially retired, spent a huge sum of money to buy a western-style building in the concession of Qinghe City, and announced to the outside world that he would spend the rest of his life there."

After speaking, he paused for a moment, then smiled slightly, "Finuohua Garden was built on the former site of the concession."

"In other words, the woman we saw is Luo Qingya?"

After listening to Jiang Yang's narration, Xiang Xing couldn't help leaning into Wu Chen's ear and asked in a low voice.

The man frowned lightly, but nodded lightly: "Maybe."

"...Did you see Luo Qingya?"

Hearing the whispered conversation between the two, Jiang Yang's dark eyes widened in surprise.