At the same time, thousands of miles away, in an ancient building complex, the tightly closed door of a secret room slowly opened, and a man in a black robe walked out.
The man's facial features were as handsome as if carved by a knife, with clear-cut contours and sharp and deep eyes. Even the black clothes could not conceal his innate kingly aura.
The shadow guard standing at the door bowed respectfully when he saw the man, "Young Master."
Feng Lihen walked out of the long, dark passage. Outside, the night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight poured down, shrouding the mountains in that soft glow. He squinted at the bright moon, a hint of confusion surfacing in the depths of his deep eyes.
Why do I remember nothing after waking up from these attacks?
Every time he woke up, his heart felt like it was being tightly gripped, causing a slight pain.
This feeling is very strange, as if I have lost something but I can't remember what it is.
What's even more strange is that I actually want to continue sleeping.
He frowned slightly, feeling incredible about the thoughts that surged in his heart.
Is his illness getting worse?
It seems I need to see Dr. Xue.
Feng Lihen raised his finger slightly, and a black shadow appeared silently.
"Please invite Dr. Xue here."
"yes."
The black shadow disappeared in the blink of an eye, without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
The next morning, when Zimo opened his eyes, he found himself completely alone. He was startled at first, but soon his rosy face lit up with joy. He quickly dressed and left the house, only to see Bei Yutang enter the main room carrying breakfast.
"Mom." Xiao Zi Mo's soft and tender voice sounded.
Bei Yutang looked at the cute little bun in front of her and said softly, "Wash up and have breakfast."
"Yeah." Xiao Zimo nodded obediently and turned to walk towards the kitchen.
After breakfast, Bei Yutang took Xiao Zimo to the town. This time, they didn't walk, but took the oxcart that ran from the village to the town. Along the way, people would stop the carts from time to time and get on.
The people in the car were basically villagers from nearby, and many of them recognized the owner of the body that Bei Yutang had entered.
"Oh, isn't this Sister Zhitao?" One of the women kept looking at the clothes on Bei Yutang and Xiao Zimo.
Bei Yutang looked at the woman and flipped through the original owner's fragmented memories, including memories about her.
This person was from the next village and was also a widow. She was of the same type as Mu Zhitao, both of them were shrewish women with bad reputations in the village. In Mu Zhitao's memory, the last memory of her was that Mu Zhitao asked her to borrow money, but she evaded the question.
In the past, this person had borrowed a lot of money from Mu Zhitao, but he rarely paid it back.
Mu Zhitao was a careless person and would forget things in a blink of an eye, which also led to Yang not returning the things she borrowed every time.
In the eyes of those around them, Mu Zhitao and Yang were friends, even Mu Zhitao thought so, but in Bei Yutang's eyes, the other party just treated her as a sucker.
"Sister Yang." Bei Yutang called out indifferently.
Yang's hand unconsciously touched the clothes on her body, and she said with a sigh, "I see that the clothes you are wearing are made of cotton. They look more beautiful than linen."
The tone and the look in his eyes clearly showed that he was very coveting the clothes she was wearing.
Bei Yutang chuckled and had no intention of speaking.
Seeing this, Yang's smile faded a little, and her tone was filled with mockery, "Oh, now that you've made a fortune, you don't recognize me anymore."
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