Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

The two Han girls did not stay at the lake for long. After a brief exchange of opinions with Wang Luo, they seemed to be involved in something urgent. With a tap of Han Xingyan's feet, they disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

The hurried appearance when leaving was similar to Song Hui.

After learning that Yu Xiaobo had successfully cheated on his wife, Wang Luo no longer had the leisure to continue walking, and there was no time limit for sightseeing in the academy. He sighed and returned to Shijie under the stars.

The scenery under Wanxin Bridge was the same as always. Even though the night was deep, it could not suppress the fireworks on the street. Wang Luo walked along the way, and the enthusiastic greetings of the neighbors rang in his ears from time to time. Passing by several snack shops, the bosses stuffed him with candied fruits and stewed goods without saying anything. The treatment was better than that of Shi Yue, the former street favorite.

Although he had not been in Shijie for a long time, his temperament was only gentle and not warm, and he was not keen on socializing. But after a few major events, Wang Luo's popularity quickly reached its peak, and he had a powerful appeal in Shi Street.

Wang Luo himself did not actually value this kind of popular appeal, and what he did in Shi Street was more about going with the flow... But now that he knew that the root cause of Shi Street's decline over the past thousand years was Lingshan, then as the owner of Lingshan, the source of all evil, he had to shoulder many things without any hesitation.

So he responded to the enthusiasm of the neighbors all the way until he walked through the bustling commercial street and left the hustle and bustle behind. Going deep into a winding alley and taking a few more steps, the gray bricks, brown tiles, and red wooden doors of the Shi Mansion suddenly appeared in sight.

There was silence in the mansion, only the housekeeper tree in the inner courtyard gently swayed its drooping branches and leaves, and sent a lonely breeze of welcome to Wang Luo through the wall, as if the dog watching the house finally waited for its owner to come, and made a gentle whimper.

No wonder it was lonely.

Although it was late at night, several working enthusiasts in Shifu were still working hard at their jobs. Shi Yue, Zhao Xiuwen, and even Zhou Lu, who was at the forefront of the crisis, were still struggling for their livelihoods. They could not be called even with the talisman. Fortunately, the message function was still available, so Wang Luo asked a few people to meet at Shifu immediately after work.

He wanted to notify several people of their critical illness in person.

While thinking, Wang Luo walked into the inner courtyard, and then found that the lights in the west wing were on.

Fan Li is back?

Speaking of Fan Li, two words immediately appeared in Wang Luo's mind, one is pity, and the other is the king of social animals. The two complement each other and are indispensable.

Not long ago, when Shi Yue was surprised by Wang Luo's leisurely and slow life, Wang Luo actually had the shadow of Fan Li in his mind. Compared with the workshop painter who rented a house but had no time to live in it, Shi Yue's diligence is really nothing...

But the impression of Fan Li is limited to this. After all, since they knew that she lived in the west wing, they only met once.

I wonder if Yu Xiaobo's Zhuxian formation will include Fan Li?

Just thinking about it, Wang Luo suddenly heard a faint singing, the tune was melodious, like a wandering song.

But the singing did not come from reality, but the sound of divine thoughts. That is, someone played music with the soul, accompanied by the fluctuations of divine thoughts, and this silent sound could be captured by people with keen divine consciousness like Wang Luo.

At this time, the one who could make the sound of divine thoughts in the stone mansion was naturally Fan Li. But, what kind of fun is it for her to play music with the soul alone in the room? If you want to sing, you can sing it openly. Although this stone mansion is old, it is still in good repair. The sound insulation of the room is very good, so good that Zhou Lu occasionally stays in the east wing without disturbing others. On the contrary, the spread of the sound of divine thoughts will ignore the obstruction of tangible objects and reach the "ears" of those with keen divine consciousness.

With a bit of curiosity, Wang Luo stood under the housekeeper tree, reaching out to touch the trunk, as if teasing the head of a pet dog, while calming down to listen to the song.

The singer's skills are not particularly superb, but he wins in the sincerity of emotion, and the soul plays the music, the most important is the true feelings. In the song, Wang Luo seemed to see a dusty and even wounded wanderer who finally returned to his hometown.

The song is simple but moving enough to reflect the scenery with emotion. I didn't expect Fan Li to have such a skill.

Time passed very quickly in the song. Wang Luo closed his eyes and listened, while he fell into deep thought, preparing a response to the invisible sword of Zhuxian above his head. I don't know how long it took, and there was a trace of fatigue in the song. Obviously, Fan Li was tired of singing, so he ended the singing that night.

Not long after, the door of the west wing opened gently, and Fan Li came out with an involuntary smile, and then when she saw the people in the courtyard, the smile immediately froze on her face.

"Sorry to bother you."

Fan Li was about to go back to the room and close the door.

Wang Luo shook his head and comforted: "You sang very well, no need to apologize."

A sincere compliment made Fan Li's eyes widen in an instant, and the whole person seemed to be executed on the spot by the Five Thunders. Her face first flushed, then quickly faded to pale, and finally squatted down weakly.

This reaction made Wang Luo completely confused, so he had to wait for her to reveal the answer herself.

After a long time, the girl on the ground finally gathered a little strength and squeezed out a slight moan from her chest.

"You, how did you know the location of my Qinglu?"

Wang Luo felt even more puzzled: "What Qinglu?"

Fan Li was stunned by the question, and then raised his head, with confusion in his clear eyes.

"It's not Qinglu, how do you know I'm singing?"

Wang Luo briefly explained the sound of divine thoughts, and Fan Li's head that had just been raised immediately dropped, and a blush appeared on the back of his neck. This time, it was just shame that overwhelmed me like a tide, but it wasn't that I was frightened.

"I, I didn't expect to be heard by others. Boss Luo clearly said that this Lishensan's ability to bind the gods is also very strong..."

Wang Luo sneered at this: "That's a slick businessman who just wants to prove the rationality of hiring workers to borrow money and draw cards. You actually believe his sales pitch?"

Fan Li even blamed himself: "Yes, my colleagues also said that Baishan brand Lishen San is very difficult to use, but it is really cheap."

After hearing this, Wang Luo remembered that Shi Yue had mentioned when she first introduced Fan Li that although she worked in the scroll workshop and earned a lot of money, she had never had much money due to the burden of her native family.

Next, I heard Fan Li say again: "Besides, the workshop project is not going well, and we may start to lay off employees soon. I think it would be best if I could rely on Taixu Qinglu to earn more household income." …But I really can’t afford any other Lishensan. Sorry to bother you.”

Wang Luo shook his head: "Not everyone can hear the voice of the spirit, and it won't disturb the people. But, when did you say that the workshop project was not going well?"

Ever since he learned about an unknown history from the daughter of the Han family, Wang Luo could not help but connect everything around him to it.

The decline of the Shi family was due to Lingshan. This decline spread like sludge to the surrounding areas, affecting the entire Shijie. Naturally, several tenants in Shi Mansion are not immune to this. Fan Li was originally an elite migrant worker in the upper city district who worked hard but still had a promising future. Now he seems to be unemployed. It is difficult to say that Lingshan is not responsible for this.

Or maybe it’s Yu Xiaobo’s contribution.

As for Wang Luo's question. Fan Li was a little strange, but he still answered honestly: "The roots probably started more than a year ago. At that time, the workshop owner believed that the short-term and fast project had no future. In the future, content should be king, and the specifications of the picture scrolls should be improved. Then they poached people from many other workshops, many of whom had empty titles but no real talent..."

Wang Luo asked again: "When did you move to Stone Street?"

Fan Li said: "It was more than a year ago, when..."

Wang Luo couldn't help but sigh: Sure enough, he was another victim of Lingshan.