But before Mr. Bai had time to be happy, Wen Xiao interrupted, "Mr. Bai, the old ancestor...seems something is wrong."

Mr. Bai "cocked" in his heart, and quickly looked at his father.

That face is still the face I am familiar with, but those eyes that have always been full of wise and enough insight into the hearts of all people in the world are dim and dull at the moment, the expression on the face is also wooden, and every muscle on the body is very Stiff, it looks like a walking dead.

At first Mr. Bai thought that his father was suffering from a stroke or something, but after a few calls, he felt something was wrong.

Not only did his father lose his expression, but he also lost all his emotions. He looked like a puppet, his face ruddy but lifeless.

"What the **** is going on?" Old Mr. Bai supported his father with a heartache, "I finally woke up, why is it like this?"

"Actually, when I was doing acupuncture, I felt something was wrong," Wen Xiao thought. "The vitality in the old man's body is like being intercepted by someone. The whole person is like water without roots. Sooner or later, it will slow down. Slowly turning into a pool of stagnant water..."

"Then little friend, what can I do?" Didn't Mr. Bai ever wonder if Wen Xiao's medical skills were not good, but think about it, he doesn't even have the ability to wake up his father, so what standpoints do you have to question others?

Now, Wen Xiao is his only hope.

"Old sir, don’t worry, I have a few things to ask about the people serving by our ancestors," Wen Xiao said in a heavy tone. The loss of soul cannot be cured by medicine alone. It is necessary to find the soul lost by the ancestors to save people back."

While Mr. Bai was sad, he also had a trace of doubt.

"How could father get this disease?"

"That's why I have to ask the people around my ancestors carefully to see if this is an accident or..." Wen Xiao said halfway, before closing his mouth dullly.

But the words have reached this point, Mr. Bai naturally understood what she meant.

Thinking that his father might have been murdered by a treacherous man, Mr. Bai burst into flames, and he wanted to find out the **** who killed a thousand swords right away.

"Then what should my father do now?" Mr. Bai was annoyed and anxious, and had regarded Wen Xiao as his only life-saving straw. "You have said that my father's body is now rootless water, so we really There is no way, can I just look at it like this?"

"I know that there are a few medicinal materials that can temporarily keep the vitality of the ancestor's body, but the medicinal materials are hard to find, and secondly, if the soul lost by the ancestor is not found within the time limit, the ancestors will really have no vitality."

"Then please come to my little friend," Mr. Bai sighed, his face looked particularly haggard. "My father may have been murdered by an adulterer. Please also ask the little friend to help me keep it secret. During this time, the little friend will live. In the White House, if there is anything lacking, even if you tell the butler, the butler will arrange it for you."

Wen Xiao stayed in Bai's house just like that.

In order to take care of the ancestor’s body conveniently, Mr. Bai specially set Wen Xiao’s house in a small attic not far from the ancestor’s house.

Yan Yu naturally followed Wen Xiao to live in.