At the same time, in an ancient complex building thousands of miles away, the door to the secret room that had been closed slowly opened.
A man in black robes walked out.
The man’s facial features were as deep and handsome as a knife, with sharp angular outlines, and sharp and deep eyes. Even the black clothes couldn’t hide the innate aura of a king in him.
The shadow guard guarding the door bowed respectfully when he saw the man, “Young Master.”
Feng Lihen walked straight out of the long secret passage.
Outside the house was a dark night, with moonlight pouring down, and the mountains were enveloped in the soft moonlight.
He squinted at the bright moon.
There was a hint of confusion in the depths of his deep eyes.
Why couldn’t he remember anything after waking up from these attacks?
Every time he woke up, his heart felt like it was being grasped tightly, with a hint of pain.
This feeling was very strange as if he had lost something. But, he couldn’t remember anything.
What was even more strange was that he actually wanted to sleep all the time.
He frowned slightly, feeling incredible about the thoughts coming from his heart.
Was his illness likely to become serious?
It seemed that he needed to see Divine Doctor Xue to take a look.
Feng Lihen raised his finger slightly, and a black shadow appeared silently.
“Invite Divine Doctor Xue.”
“Yes.”
The black shadow disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye as if it had never appeared.
The next morning, when Xiao Zimo opened his eyes, he found that his surroundings were empty. He was surprised at first, and soon, his pink face was filled with joy.
After the little guy quickly dressed up, he left the room and saw Bei Yutang walking into the main room carrying breakfast.
“Mother.” Xiao Zimo’s soft and waxy voice sounded.
Bei Yutang looked at the cute little bun in front of her and said softly: “Wash up and have breakfast.”
“Yes.” Xiao Zimo nodded obediently, turned around, and headed toward the kitchen.
After breakfast, Bei Yutang took Xiao Zimo to the town. This time, they did not walk there, but they directly took the ox cart from the village to the town.
From time to time, people would stop, getting on and off.
Most of the people in the ox cart were nearby villagers, and many of them recognized the original owner that Bei Yutang threw herself into.
“Hey, isn’t this Mrs. Mu?” One of the women kept looking at the clothes of Bei Yutang and Xiao Zimo.
Bei Yutang looked at the woman and looked through the fragmentary memories of the original owner, including memories about this woman.
This person was from the next village and was also a widow. She was in the same category as Mu Zhitao. They were both shrewish women with a very bad reputation in the village.
In Mu Zhitao’s memory, the last memory about her was that Mu Zhitao asked her to borrow money, but she prevaricated her.
In the past, this person had borrowed a lot of money from Mu Zhitao but paid it back very rarely.
Mu Zhitao was a big-hearted person and forgot things in the blink of an eye, which also caused this Mrs. Yang failed to pay back every time she borrowed something.
In the eyes of those around her, Mu Zhitao and Yang were friends, and even Mu Zhitao felt the same way. But in Bei Yutang’s eyes, the other party just regarded her as an easy target.
“Sister Yang.” Bei Yutang called out calmly.
Yang’s hands unconsciously touched the clothes on her body. She said with a click of her tongue: “I see that the clothes you are wearing are made of cotton. They look prettier than linen.”
That tone of voice and that look in her eyes clearly showed that she coveted the clothes she was wearing.
Bei Yutang chuckled and had no intention of speaking.
When Yang saw this, the smile on her face suddenly faded a bit, and her tone of voice was a bit mocking, “Hey, is this because you have made a fortune, so you don’t recognize anyone?”
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