This conjecture is unlikely to be true.

Apart from the thicker calluses on her hands, she had no new injuries on her body.

With her skills, wouldn't she resist even if someone tried to harm her?

She thought about it again and again until she broke out in a sweat.

"Atang, are you asleep?" Song Yi's voice sounded outside the door.

She originally wanted to say "get out", but when the words were on the tip of her tongue, she changed her mind.

"Enter."

Song Yi hurriedly opened the door and came in. He was not surprised to see her doing a handstand, so he just advised her, "Don't get too tired."

She slowly adjusted her breathing and calmed down.

"What's up?"

Song Yi walked up to him, put the stool down and sat down.

"I want to hear you talk about the little bottle."

It just so happened that she also had something to ask Song Yi.

"I told you before that I would have a good talk with you in a year. Now it's not too long and since you are free, let's chat."

Song Yi regretted coming in.

"Don't worry about this for now. We can talk about it after we return to Hong Kong. Let's talk about the most important things first."

Fang Zongtang fell down, and Song Yi immediately stood up to get her a towel.

"There's hot water in the kettle. It's too late today, so you won't take a shower. I'll bring some water in a bit and wipe you down!"

She shook off the sweat on her head, said nothing, closed her eyes, and slowly waited for the blood to flow back to pass.

"Atang, did you really make that small bottle?" Song Yi asked deliberately.

Fang Zongtang wiped his face and said, "If it's not me, who else could it be?"

Song Yi gave Fang Zongtang an example: "Could it be the great grandfather or great grandfather, and the descendants of the great grandfather?"

She thought about it and decided that this matter really needed someone to sort it out with her.

"No, the mark in the bottle is unique to me."

Song Yi walked forward and helped her spread her hair to cool it down.

"That is to say, you have most likely been here in the past ten years."

Fang Zongtang's eyes were serious and focused: "It may not be here, but somewhere else."

Now let’s see how many hands the small bottle has passed through.

If we can track down the original buyer, we may be able to find some clues.

"Notify the people who are looking for someone tomorrow and ask them to find one more person."

Song Yi: "Who?"

Fang Zongtang: "Me."

Song Yi understood.

"Okay, I'll notify them tomorrow morning."

There is one more thing.

"Tomorrow I will find a shop here and open Lao Xing Tang!"

Song Yi understood what Fang Zongtang meant.

"I know a few people here, let them find a house, there won't be any disputes."

That's what she meant too.

In the evening, Song Yi saw the plum blossoms in full bloom again.

But it is used in another way.

Maybe she also needed to relax, and everything just happened naturally.

When she got up in the morning, Song Yi immediately told her about the small purification bottle and any news related to it.

"This small ablution bottle has been in the stall owner's hands for more than half a year. He recalled that someone sold it to him, but it was too long ago that he could not remember who it was."

Is this clue broken?

Song Yi: "Atang, can you tell the origin from the material?"

She understood what Song Yi meant. She would definitely make more than just a small bottle and would definitely choose to live in a place with more materials.

"I checked yesterday. This kind of material can be found in many places. There is also one in Hong Kong. It's impossible to find a place through the material!"

Song Yi glanced at her and advised: "Don't worry, if we can find a small purification bottle, we will definitely find other things. With your ability, it is impossible that there is no trace at all!"

These words touched her heart.