"Uncle, I have found the first artifact, look." The wet uncle was wringing out the water from his body. Hearing this, he glanced at Jiang Yingxue's hand. "What artifact? Where is it? Why can't I see it?"

Jiang Yingxue nodded her palm. "Isn't the artifact in my hand? Isn't the first artifact you showed me so cold-blooded? I've already dropped it into my palm, why is it gone? Look at it again, take a serious look ."

The uncle impatiently slapped her hand away and sat down on the ...