Until the dishes have been served, Xiao Er left, Duanmu Yawang would forget the topic, he said: "People are always full of malicious speculations about unknown things."

Malicious?

In other words, the statement of ‘not innocent’ is just speculation?

Duanmu Yawang's action of picking up vegetables for a while, smiled, stopped talking, let alone commented, and asked faintly as he ate, "By the way, your body has almost recovered after these days of recuperation. When do you plan to? go back?"

"Not going back for now."

"Why?" Bai Tingzhi's answer surprised Duan Mu Yawang, "You don't want to go back to find Xiao Xici? And you have been in trouble for a few months, and there are many things in your fort that you need to do?"

"I will do it."

Bai Ting said in a nutshell: "It's just in the dark."

"In the dark?" Duanmu Yawang keenly smelled the unusual breath, and the chopsticks stopped completely and stopped eating: "Do you think you are in an unsafe situation and want to avoid the limelight? But your body is taken away by me. Go, those people should be able to guess, so you don't have to avoid them anymore. If they want to gouge their souls again, you can't avoid them."

Bai Tingzhi glanced at her coldly.

"Am I wrong?" Duanmu Yawang stretched out his hand again and clamped a piece of meat into his mouth to chew.

"no next time."

Bai Tingzhi's voice was even colder, "I avoid them, not for them, but there are some things, only if I am in the dark, can I be clear."

If it's not for those people, it's for the things in the fort?

Duanmu Yawan raised her eyebrows, not wanting to miss any favorable information: "Could it be that what are you doubting about?"

"That flying pigeon is really suspicious."

Bai Tingzhi said indifferently: "The people in the fort should have been broken up at once. It is impossible to have time to find the pigeons and write such calm and measured handwriting."

In other words, someone in his fort was involved in this matter.

Or, this letter to the Flying Pigeon, someone has already prepared for him.

Just wait for him to receive it and take the bait!

"Yes, you can take out that person and ask the matter clearly!" Duanmu Yawang finally realized what Bai Tingzhi wanted to do.

With a wolf-like character like Bai Tingzhi, that person caused him to fall asleep for several months at a time, and he almost couldn't be saved. It's strange that he could easily let this incident pass!

Bai Tingzhi glanced at her, "I'm afraid that the two pavilions of Lingyue Pavilion will face the same problems as me when they wake up."

In other words, the people in Lingyue Pavilion also have art?

Bai Tingzhi looked at her, and added another sentence: "If I didn't guess wrong, this is not a mere gouging."

Duanmuya's eyebrows jumped.

Baijiapu, Lingyue Pavilion, Ghost Market...

These three are all powerful organizations all over the mainland. No matter what empire they are in, even the emperor will give a bit of face. They really just want to gouge out Bai Tingzhi and Mu Qingchen. Is the body and soul used for no other reason?

Or is it that Baijiapu and Lingyue Pavilion will become the ghost markets of today?

The more Duanmu Yawang thinks about it, the more solemn he feels, "If this is the case, the spirit and flesh of the two pavilion masters must be found as soon as possible."

Bai Tingzhi glanced at her, and some admiration appeared in his eyes.

Obviously, she felt that she reacted quickly.

"Yes."

"However, we don't even know where the spirits and flesh of the two pavilion masters are so far." This is what makes her the most powerless. Now she knows how to leave the spirit, know how to return to the spirit, and how to do it after returning to the spirit. Already working.

But only the soul and flesh cannot be found.

Moreover, this step is the prerequisite for all work!

Bai Tingzhi pursed his lips, "I don't have any memories either."

Suddenly, Duanmu Yawang's inspiration flashed: "By the way, during the time of your accident, Xiao Xici didn't sleep well every day, and always dreamed of you and dreamed of what you wanted to say to him. Do you have an impression? "

One of Bai Ting was startled, but shook his head.

"He said that every time you appear in his dream, the environment is the same, and what he wants to say is the same." Duanmu Yawang's eyes lit up, and he immediately painted Bai Xici from Qiankun's bag to her. The picture came out and handed it to him: "Look at Xiao Xici's words and see if you can find any information?"

Speaking of Bai Xici, Bai Tingzhi's expression softened, and the gesture of reaching out to take over the painting was extremely gentle. He stretched out his hand to unfold the painting, and frowned when he looked at the picture in the painting.

"How about it?"

Duanmuya looked eagerly: "Is there any impression?"

Bai Tingzhi did not answer.

The more he looked at the painting, the closer his brows frowned, and his face became paler and paler.

"Hey, are you okay?" Duanmu Yawang looked a little worried.

Bai Tingzhi released the hand he was holding the painting, and pressed his head with his face with forbearance.

Looking at the look, it was extremely painful.

"Do you have a headache again?"

Duanmuya narrowed her eyes, "It was the same when you remembered it at the beginning. Does it just show that you actually have an impression of this place?"

"right."

Bai Tingzhi's voice was low and hoarse, obviously speaking from the gap between his teeth, "When I saw it, it seemed that a picture flashed past."

Duanmu Yawang's eyes lit up, "This is definitely good news. Let's not rush it for the time being, we can always remember it."

When I said that, I put away the painting and let Bai Tingzhi eat. After the meal, he had time to think about it slowly.

Bai Tingzhi didn't refuse either. The two of them were simply people who ate, packed a lot of things after eating, and quickly went back to the enchantment.

——

On the other side, Brother Fuchen and others went directly to the ghost market.

Go to the ghost market and wait for the so-called ancient beasts.

They waited while cultivating. After two quarters of an hour, Monk Whisk, the quietest monk, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up abruptly.

"Brother?"

He was very quiet, and the female monk noticed it immediately, opened her eyes and looked at him in surprise: "What's the matter?"

"No, let's go find her."

"She?" The female monk frowned, "Who?"

"That woman." Brother Fuchen frowned, "I don't know why, the more I think about it, the more I feel that she is familiar."

After that, before the female monk could respond, he hurriedly left the ghost market.

Although the female monk was puzzled, she hurriedly followed.

At this time, the other two men also opened their eyes from entering Ding and hurriedly followed.

They went back along the road to find people, and asked them while they were looking. They asked about the restaurant where Duanmu Yawang they ate, but when they arrived, Duanmu Yawang had already left here.

They continued to track, only to find the trail of a man and a woman. After leaving the restaurant's wing, there was no trace.

Looking for a couple of hours, they were so tired that they sat drinking tea at a stall on the side of the road.

The female monk was puzzled: "Brother, do you have to find that woman?"

"She feels very familiar to me, but I can't remember such a person. Obviously, it is a key person that I cared about but ignored."