Chapter 533 My Goddess Is A Bird (38)
But before Mr. Bai had time to be happy, Wen Xiao interrupted, "Mr. Bai, the ancestor... seems to have something wrong."

Mr. Bai's heart skipped a beat and he quickly looked at his father.

That face was still the one I was familiar with, but those eyes, which were always full of wisdom and enough to see into the hearts of all people in the world, were now dull and dull, the expression on his face was also numb, and every muscle on his body was very tense. Stiff, looking like a walking zombie.

At first Mr. Bai thought that his father had suffered from a stroke or something, but after calling a few times, he felt something was wrong.

Not only did his father lose his expression, but he seemed to have lost all his emotions. He looked like a puppet with a rosy face but lifeless.

"What on earth is going on?" Mr. Bai supported his father heartbrokenly, "I finally woke up, but why am I like this?"

"Actually, when I was doing the acupuncture, I felt something was wrong," Wen Xiao thought about it, "It's as if the vitality in the old man's body has been intercepted by someone, and his whole body is like water without roots. Slowly turning into a pool of stagnant water..."

"Then what can you do, little friend?" It's not that old Mr. Bai has never doubted whether Wen Xiao's medical skills are not good, but when he thinks that he doesn't even have the ability to wake up his father, what position does he have to question others?
Now, Wen Xiao could be said to be his only hope.

"Old man, don't worry, I have a few things to ask the people who served my ancestor," Wen Xiao said in a serious tone, "The current appearance of my ancestor is obviously a disease of lost soul, which is different from ordinary diseases. The disease of losing the soul cannot be cured by medicine alone, and the lost soul of the ancestor must be found in order to save the person.”

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

"How did my father get this disease?"

"That's why I have to ask the people around my ancestor carefully to see if it was an accident or..." Wen Xiao closed his mouth with a gloomy complexion after speaking halfway.

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

Thinking that his father might have been murdered by a traitor, Mr. Bai suddenly became angry, wishing to find out this bastard who killed thousands of knives immediately.

"Then what should father do now?" Old Mr. Bai was angry and anxious, and he had already regarded Wen Xiao as the only life-saving straw, "You also said that father's body is now rootless, so we really There is no other way but to look at it like this?"

"I know that there are a few medicinal materials that can temporarily preserve the vitality of the ancestor's body, but firstly, the medicinal materials are hard to find, and secondly, if the lost soul of the ancestor is not found within the time limit, the ancestor's vitality will really be exhausted."

"Then please, my friend," Mr. Bai sighed, his face looked particularly haggard, "Father may have been murdered by a traitor, please help me keep it a secret. In the White Mansion, if there is anything missing, just tell the butler, and the butler will make arrangements for you."

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

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

Yan Yu naturally lived in with Wen Xiao.

(End of this chapter)

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