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"Thank you for coming to see Yanwen."

Huo Zhenye bought some supplements and went to Xu's house. Xu's mother politely thanked Huo Zhenye and took him to Xu Yanwen's bedroom on the second floor.

"Brother Xu and I are both classmates and friends, so naturally we should come and see him."

Xu's mother hesitated to speak in front of Huo Zhenye, Xu Yanwen lost a piece of memory, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember what happened in the past few months.

"Yanwen forgot some things, but he is in good health and can work and live normally, but he doesn't want to go anywhere." Mother Xu politely asked, "Since you are friends, I would like you to persuade him."

Xu Yanwenku sat at home, bored himself in the room, either quietly in a daze, or talking to himself in circles.

Talking to him, he can indeed answer normally, asking him what's wrong, he can't explain it himself, just muttering to himself, "What did I forget?"

"I'll persuade him."

Huo Zhenye pushed open the door, and Xu Yanwen sat by the window.

He was originally frail and thin, but in just a few days he lost weight again, his face was pale, and his eyes were blank.

He turned around when he heard the door open, squinted his eyes for a while, and recognized Huo Zhenye: "Brother Huo, why are you here?"

Huo Zhenye waited for Mrs. Xu to go downstairs before asking him: "How do you feel, do you have a headache?"

In Xu Yanwen's memory, he only met Huo Zhenye once or twice after returning to China, and the two of them didn't have a close relationship, but hearing Huo Zhenye's tone, he came to his senses: "Do we meet often?"

Huo Zhenye nodded: "Yes, I am a consultant in the arrest house, and we often meet because of medical issues in the case."

Xu Yanwen turned his head to look out the window, and suddenly asked after a long silence: "Do you feel like you have forgotten important people and things?"

Huo Zhenye remembered that he had forgotten Bai Zhun, but luckily it happened when he was a child.

"Have."

Xu Yanwen turned around abruptly, staring at Huo Zhenye with burning eyes: "Then do you remember?"

Huo Zhenye regarded Xu Yanwen as a friend. Xu Yanwen knew Bai Zhun's secret and Axiu's secret, but he kept his mouth shut and never revealed a word.

"No, I still can't think of it now." What he experienced in the nightmare was just his imagination, and only Bai Zhun could remember the reality.

The light in Xu Yanwen's eyes dimmed. Who on earth had he forgotten, and why was he so dizzy and anxious, unable to sleep or eat, and had to rely on medicine to fall asleep.

Huo Zhenye walked up to him and patted him: "I forgot about that person, but we got to know each other again. If you... have fate, maybe we will meet again."

When Huo Zhenye went downstairs to leave, he met a young lady at the door. She was holding a bouquet of flowers and introduced herself to Xu's mother shyly.

"Hi, Mrs. Xu, my name is Cen Dan. Dr. Xu and I met in an orphanage. I heard that he was sick. Let me come and see him."

Xu's mother still remembered Cen Dan. It seemed that her son had a girlfriend before. Could it be this Miss Cen?She smiled and led Cen Dan upstairs.

Huo Zhenye walked to the car door, looked up at the window, Xu Yanwen was talking with Cen Dan, and they were about to get to know each other again.

He drove back to the White Mansion, and when he closed the car door, he saw Axiu in the glass greenhouse, watering the flowers with a nozzle pot. He wanted to go in several times, but he didn't know what to say to Axiu.

Axiu was cutting flower branches in the flower room, her long braids swaying on her chest, she cut off the flower stems one by one, and put them all into the paper flower baskets, red and yellow, a bouquet full.

Occasionally she stopped and looked outside the glass greenhouse, not knowing what she was looking at, but she looked away after a glance, and concentrated on picking up the flowers again, cutting off the largest blooming one and putting it in the basket.

The bamboo wheelchair rolled behind Huo Zhenye, Huo Zhenye turned around, and he asked Bai Zhun: "Why did that blood butterfly attack Xu Yanwen? Didn't Bai Yang rely on him to threaten Axiu?"

Bai Zhun snorted and said, "He's dying soon." That's why he couldn't control the evil things he created.

Then he would be even crazier, Huo Zhenye didn't give Bai Yang a chance to breathe, he fished Akun out of the classroom, and told the four sect masters where Bai Yang was hiding.

Bai Yang once again went to the empty building and disappeared without a trace.

"Why don't we offer a reward." Huo Zhenye frowned, he always felt that Bai Yang would not leave like this, "I will offer twenty gold bars, and ask Boss Huang from the Green Gang to be the middleman."

Bai Yang took refuge in the Japanese, and Boss Huang was unwilling to offend the Japanese easily, but he was willing to act as a middleman to let Huo Zhenye out.

A piece of silver can buy local hooligans to kill and steal, not to mention twenty gold bars.

Bai Zhun shook his head: "Not now." Master's bones are still on Bai Yang's body.

"What can you do?" Huo Zhenye asked him.

Bai Zhun took out a piece of paper, Huo Zhenye opened it and glanced at it: "You want to fight with Bai Yang?"

"That's right." He was out of energy, so he let Axiu approach Bai Yang with tricks, in order to outwit him.Now that he has regained his mind, then Rick, slap the paper thing on the ground and burn his skin.

"But he is hiding, how can I give this thing to him?" Huo Zhenye looked at Ah Jiu who was grooming, Ah Jiu raised his head, Heidou glanced at Huo Zhenye, turned his fluffy body, and pointed his butt at him. them.

It doesn't do it, it's a squirrel, not a carrier pigeon.

Bai Zhun glanced at Huo Zhenye, and said with a half-smile, "How else can I give it to the newspaper." Isn't this Huo Qishao's forte?

Huo Zhenye choked, and rubbed his nose: "I'll send it to the newspaper office now to see if it can be published tomorrow."

An advertisement was placed in every major newspaper the next day.

Black and white characters occupy the entire page, with only one line on it.

In the southern suburbs, the altar of ghosts fights paper.

The woman in black took the newspaper back to Bai Yang, and Bai Yang laughed when he saw it, and just as he pulled his face, there was a soft "poof", the skin on his face was torn.

The woman in black lowered her head, not looking at her master's distressed appearance.

Bai Yang can't go out anymore, his body has more and more white spots, even if he wears a hat and wraps a scarf, it can't be covered up, just like he has a skin disease.

He threw away the newspaper, was about to get angry, but restrained himself.

"Go, find me a living person."

The woman in black bowed and nodded. She exited the room with an expression on her face, and ran to Changsantangzi with ease. She didn't enter those courtyard walls, but found a dark alley and stood there.

Changsantangzi is a high-end brothel, and there are second-class and third-class brothels. Those who stand in the alley are almost all old and decrepit, and they were kicked out.

There is no other way, so I have to sell it cheaply. The men here have the most contacts and are the most easily seduced.

Not a moment later, someone came forward to ask the price. The woman in black looked up at the man from under her gauze hat, and looked him up and down. She was so fat that the fat man's skin was softer and more oily.

She took the man back.

The man followed her for a few steps, then lost his mind, walked into the house, climbed onto the table by himself, and lay down beside the razor.

The self in his mind was having fun, laughing and drooling from the corner of his mouth.

Bai Yang became angry when he saw it: "It's useless!" This fat man looks like a steamed pig's head, how can he deserve to put the skin on his bones!

He had long regarded Bai Qi's bones as his own, and was very picky about the source of human skin.

The woman in black lowered her head, "Fatty's skin is easy to peel."

Bai Yang restrained his anger, he really couldn't choose, it would be better if he was fatter, the more skin he cut could still be patched.

As soon as he stabbed down, the fat man woke up in pain, his arms and legs fluttered on the table: "Who are you! What are you going to do?"

The slits of the knife were so thin that only some blood dripped out from such a knife. The fat man didn't feel much pain. He swung his arm to hit Bai Yang, but he only knocked off Bai Yang's hat with his punch.

Revealing his face covered in white spots in the shadows.

Bai Yang's face twitched, and another piece of skin was broken. The fat man's eyes widened, and he saw human bones and skeletons exposed from the human skin.

"do not move."

The fat man was startled and frightened, and passed out, a puddle of yellow water gushed out of his pants.

Bai Yang covered his mouth and nose with one hand, peeled off the whole skin, and dried the human skin for later use, walked to the mirror, and used the skinning knife just now to cut open his stomach.

Human bones emerge from the skin.

A pair of skeletons stood there, with a green flame at the heart, beating slowly like a heart.

Bone spread out the human skin with his fingers, picked up the paintbrush, and drew on the human skin, changing the eyes and eyebrows into the appearance of Bai Yang.

Then the woman in black picked up the painted human skin with both hands, and put it on the skeleton like a piece of clothing.

Bai Yang walked back to the mirror, although he was not satisfied, but it was better than the one with the hole.

He put on a long gown for himself, folded the cuffs carefully, buttoned it up, and ordered the woman in black: "Bring that lipstick coffin to the southern suburbs."

The woman in black suddenly raised her head, then lowered her eyelids, "Yes, master."