Chapter 611

But before Mr. Bai could be happy, Wen Xiao interrupted, "Mr. Bai, there seems to be something wrong with his ancestors."

Old Mr. Bai was "cluttering" in his heart and quickly looked at his father.

That face is still the one you are familiar with, but those eyes that have always been full of wisdom and insight into all the people in the world are dim at the moment, the expression on the face is also wooden, and every muscle on the body is very stiff, looking like a walking corpse.

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

His father not only lost his expression, but also lost all his emotions. He looked like a puppet, ruddy but lifeless.

"What's the matter?" old Mr. Bai held his father painfully. "He finally woke up. Why is it like this?"

"In fact, when I was sewing, I felt something wrong," Wen Xiao thought carefully. "The vitality in the old man's body seems to have been cut off. The whole person is like rootless water. Sooner or later, it will slowly become a stagnant water..."

"What can I do for you?" Mr. Bai wondered if Wen Xiao's medical skills were not good, but he thought he didn't even have the ability to wake up his father, and what position did he have to question others?

Now, Wen Xiao is his only hope.

"Don't worry, sir. I have a few things to ask the people served by the ancestors," Wen Xiao said in a heavy tone. "The ancestors are obviously suffering from loss of soul. This disease is different from ordinary diseases. Drugs alone can't cure the loss of soul. We must find the lost soul of the ancestors in order to save people."

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

"How did father get this disease?"

"That's why I have to ask the people around my ancestors carefully to see if it was an accident or..." Wen Xiao closed his mouth half way through his words.

But the words had reached this point, and old Mr. Bai naturally understood what she meant.

At the thought that his father might have been killed by a traitor, old Mr. Bai suddenly got angry and wanted to find out the bastard who killed thousands of knives immediately.

"What should my father do now?" Mr. Bai was angry and anxious. He had taken Wen Xiao as the only straw to save his life. "You also said that my father's body is rootless water now, so we really have no way but to look at it like this?"

"I know that there are several herbs that can temporarily keep the vitality of the old ancestor's body. On the one hand, the herbs are difficult to find. On the other hand, if we can't find the lost soul of the old ancestor within the time limit, the old ancestor will really have no vitality."

"Please, little friend," Mr. Bai sighed and looked particularly haggard. "My father may have been killed by a traitor. Please keep it a secret for me. During this time, little friend will live in Baifu. If there is anything missing, just tell the housekeeper that the Housekeeper will arrange it for you."

Wen Xiao lived in Bai's house.

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

Yanyu naturally lived with Wen Xiao.