The women looked at each other.

They didn't understand what Tang Xiaobao meant.

Zhang Xiaohua asked curiously, "A gust of wind? What does that mean?"

"Don't you think it's strange?"

Tang Xiaobao said.

Zhang Xiaohua looked at him blankly without saying anything.

The women also looked bewildered.

Tang Xiaobao explained, "There's no wind in the unknown land. And I'm sure this wind wasn't created by the Jade Emperor or the Buddha. That wind is very special and very strange."

"And what do you want to say?"

Zhang Xiaohua became more and more curious.

Tang Xiaobao said, "That gust of wind brought me back to the human world, and by the time I could really remember, I had already arrived in Yanjing."

"Don't you remember the robbery?"

Qingluo asked.

Tang Xiaobao said, "I remember some things, but I'm not sure. The key is, I know nothing about what happened before this. Can anyone tell me?"

Several women looked at Qingluo.

Qingluo was the first to wake up.

So Qingluo told Tang Xiaobao everything that happened after she woke up.

After listening, Tang Xiaobao bit his lip and thought for a while: "Speaking of which, how did I enter that forest? For example, where is that forest? And what is that town? I don't know any of these. But there is one question I am very curious about. What happened after I returned to the human world? Who created that painting style? And who saved me?"

He didn't know, and naturally the women didn't know either.

Everyone stared at each other, not knowing how to answer.