Wanqi Linmu looked at Jin Bao strangely and said, "Who are you?"

Jin Bao thought about it carefully, and his eyes lit up with a sudden inspiration. When he saw his appearance, he knew that Jin Bao must be thinking of something bad. Maybe he wanted to take advantage of Wanqi Linmu's amnesia.

Just as Luo Shen was about to stop him, he heard Wanqi Linmu say, "I seem to have some impression of you."

When Luo Shen heard this, he was shocked. Wanqi Linmu's memory was chaotic and he had no impression of himself. He actually had an impression of Jinbao?

Jin Bao was full of surprise and grabbed the white swan, saying proudly: "Look, Wanqi Linmu has an impression of me."

Wanqi Linmu stared at Jinbao and walked two steps closer. He looked at Jinbao carefully. He felt embarrassed and said, "Do you remember me?"

Wanqi Linmu touched his chin, maintained a cold look, and said, "Some impression..."

He said, raised his head and looked at Luo Shen, saying, "I remember, you two... are lovers, right?"

Jinbao: "..." It's like being struck by lightning!

Luo Shen: "..." The head hurts even more.

Because of the blood of the Le School, Wanqi Linmu's memory was chaotic once before, but Luo Shen did not expect that the second time would be so chaotic! Wanqi Linmu didn't remember who he was, but he still remembered the incident of Luo Shen and Jin Bao pretending to be a couple. Luo Shen raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.

Jin Bao stared at Wanqi Linmu in amazement. The pride just now was gone. He felt the air conditioner beside him. When he turned his head, he saw the white swan that was about to turn into an ice sculpture. The spiritual power of the white swan is ice-related and is usually cold. At this moment, the air conditioner is exposed, and the heating in the room is frozen by him, and it instantly drops five or six degrees.

Jin Bao was afraid that Bai Hu would freeze the entire Happy Graveyard into ice, so he quickly explained: "No, Wanqi Linmu, listen to me, we are not..."

"It's okay," Wanqi Linmu was very calm, still with a cold face, waved his hand, and said, "Don't worry, I won't discriminate against you."

Jinbao: "…"

Then Jinbao's shout came from the Happy Cemetery...

"Wanqi Linmu, listen to my explanation!"

"You must listen to my explanation!"

"Give me a minute to explain it, it really won't take up your long time!"

Luo Shen was rushing for inspection all night last night. He was so "stimulated" early this morning. He felt a split headache. Last time Wanqi Linmu's memory was chaotic. Luo Shen used the method given to him by his uncle, pretending to be pitiful, saying that Wanqi Linmu "imprisoned" himself, "forced love", etc., and the two of them also had children! Should we use the same method this time?

Just as Luo Shen was thinking about how to subdue Wanqi Linmu, the evil spirit, his phone suddenly rang. It was yesterday that Luo Shen asked someone to investigate Mr. Feng.

Mr. Luo San’s status in Taoism is not low. Like Mr. Wanqi Jinghou, he is at the level of Mount Tai. Whenever there is any disturbance, a group of people rushed to investigate Mr. Luo San’s investigation.

The results of the investigation came out soon. Mr. Feng was not a person on the Tao at all, and he rarely walked around the Tao. It was said that it was very rare, but in fact it was quite conservative. To be precise, there was no such person on the Tao at all.

Moreover, Mr. Feng never uses the Internet, and there is no trace of him on the Internet. Everyone only knows that Mr. Feng’s surname is Feng, and he doesn’t even know his name, so he can’t check it out.

When Mr. Feng left, he gave Wanqi Linmu a business card. The phone number was still an empty number not long ago. In other words, Mr. Feng was just an airborne and suddenly fell from the sky.

Mr. Feng is a mysterious and also suspicious. Mr. Luo San has fought all kinds of tomb owners, some of which have lost their memory, and some have become souls. However, like Mr. Feng, he seems to have complete memories. As the tomb owner, he comes to lead the way. This is the first time Mr. Luo San has seen him.

Luo Guan thought for a while, then turned to look at Wanqi Linmu sitting on the sofa. Wanqi Linmu's memory was the slightest manifestation. After a long time, I don't know what "diseases" would be there. It is also a good thing to find Fifty Strings earlier.

Luo Shen took out his cell phone and dialed the number on his business card.

"Hey, hello, who is it?" The person who answered the phone was very polite. The phone rang for the second time and immediately answered it. The voice was low and slightly magnetic. Although the other party could not see the other party's face, it was not difficult to hear. The other party always smiled politely. It was not the mysterious Mr. Feng, but the prison beside him.

Luo Shen said: "I am Luo Shen."

The voice of Gu Prison smiled in a formulaic smile: "Hello, Mr. Luo, my master has been waiting for Mr. Luo's call for a long time."

Luo Chan said straight to the point: "I want to meet Mr. Feng."

Luo Chan made an appointment to meet Mr. Feng, and it went smoothly. Gu Prison immediately arranged it. Early the next morning, Gu Prison arrived at the Happy Cemetery. He drove to pick them up in person to meet Mr. Feng.

The Happy Cemetery is in the suburbs. It is coincidentally that Mr. Feng’s house is also in the suburbs, but it is a big diagonal to the Happy Farm. The prison drives from morning to noon. Only then can I see a house in the desolate suburbs, standing alone in the noon of the sunny winter day. There are unfinished properties next to them, or the construction is just halfway through the construction, and the funds are broken and unfinished. Only Mr. Feng’s villa is very eye-catching, like a ghost building.

The Gu Prison stopped the car, opened the car door for everyone, and said with a smile: "Master Luo San, Mr. Wanqi, Mr. Jin, Mr. Bai, please."

Jin Bao was worried that Wanqi Linmu and Luo Shen went to see Mr. Feng because he had no impression of Mr. Feng at all. He always felt that something was wrong with Mr. Feng, the tomb owner who came to him, was not right, and there was something strange about it.

Jinbao must follow him, and Baihu will naturally follow him, otherwise Baihu may have gone to the house to remove the tiles.

Jinbao got out of the car, looked around, and said, "This place is so desolate? It's like a haunted house."

The prison guided four people into it. The room was clean and clean, revealing an elegant style. A young man in fiery red clothes stood in the hall. He stood back and faced the window, as if he was admiring the mottled desolation outside the window. Isn’t it Mr. Feng?

Mr. Feng did not look back and said with a smile: "You guys are finally here. In the end, we still have to choose to cooperate. This is also the best choice, right?"

Today, Mr. Feng was not wearing a windbreaker, but a red long gown. The small round neck exposed a piece of snow-white lining, which set off Mr. Feng's white skin. The collar was tightly buttoned, full of ascetic atmosphere. The retro long gown was wide and not slim, but it didn't look bloated when worn by Mr. Feng, but it was just right.

Because the weather is cold, there is a red satin vest outside, and white fluff is floating on the shoulders of the vest, revealing a noble and noble spirit to Mr. Feng.

Mr. Feng smiled and said, "It's time to have lunch, why not let's have a conversation while eating?"

To be honest, they were indeed hungry when they came all the way. The prison guided everyone through the hall and came to the ancient canteen. A large round table had already been placed with dishes and red gold-edged dishes, which looked extremely noble.

Wanqi Linmu's attitude was always cold. Because of his memory, he did not know Mr. Feng and was not interested in Mr. Feng. However, when he saw the red gold-edged bowls, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Luo Shen: "..." It seems that Mu Mu's wealthy nature has been imprinted in his bones.

Mr. Feng sat down and sorted out his clothes. Gu Zhuo pushed the dining cart and placed all kinds of exquisite food utensils on the table. The dishes were covered with lids, and the true face of Lushan inside could not be seen for a while.

However, everyone can see that these dishes are probably at the state banquet level, because even the dishes and bowls are so exquisite and beautiful.

"Gala--" Gu Zhuo, wearing white gloves, lifted the lid one by one, smiled in a formulaic way, and said, "Please enjoy it."

Jinbao: "…"

Jin Bao stared at the exquisite dishes on the table with a dumbfounded explanation, and was looking forward to it just now. His face had begun to crack, as if he was about to fall apart, and said, "What are you eating? What are these... what are these?"

It’s no wonder that Jin Bao was shocked. Everyone looked down and saw that the exquisite dishes were filled with water!

Clear water!

Without their surprise, Mr. Feng elegantly picked up the golden red spoon, gracefully served a spoonful of water from the bowl, gracefully placed it on his lips, took a sip of it gracefully, then closed his eyes gracefully, savored it gracefully, and sighed gracefully...

Wanqi Linmu's cold eyes finally fluctuated for a moment, and only a single sound was released: "Tsk..."

Jin Bao: "..." Pretending to be struck by lightning!

Mr. Feng tasted the clear water and then smiled and said, "Are you a little too accustomed to it? I almost forgot that I am a divine bird, and it is enough to drink only the water of Fengquan. If you eat the filth of the world, you will feel that it will drag down the divine body."

Luo Shen was calm, looking like he had seen strong winds and waves, and said, "Mr. Feng, let's talk about the Phoenix Tomb."

Mr. Feng smiled and said, "I originally wanted to take you to find the Phoenix Tomb. The last piece of fifty-stringed zither string was buried in my tomb. Only I can take you there."

Luo Shen said: "Where is the specific location? Is Mr. Feng convenient for disclosure?"

Mr. Feng shook his head and said, "It's not convenient. If you can trust me, just follow me. If you can't believe me... I can only find the last fifty-string strings in this world. I think you have no other choice."

After Mr. Feng finished speaking, he said quickly: "Let's go in two days, and I will ask Gu Zhu to contact you again."

Everyone came out of Mr. Feng without eating anything and went back to the Kaixin Cemetery. When they arrived at the Kaixin Cemetery, it was already dark and the wind was very strong at night, especially the cemetery, which was very yin and the cold wind blew.

Luo Shen subconsciously took off his coat and put it on Wanqi Linmu, saying, "Mumu, is it cold?"

Wanqi Linmu turned his head and looked at Luo Shen, and said proudly: "I advise you to give up, you don't have the appetite for me."

Luo Chan was almost laughed angry by Wanqi Linmu. He didn't like Wanqi Linmu's appetite. Who could still like Wanqi Linmu's appetite? It doesn't matter that Wanqi Linmu lost his memory and even changed his taste.

Luo Chan said casually: "Who has your appetite?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Wanqi Linmu's eyes lit up, as if he had noticed something. Luo Chan followed his gaze and looked up. It turned out that it was uncle Wanqi Jinghou and young uncle Wen Baiyu who had arrived.

Both of them heard about Wanqi Linmu's amnesia, but they actually came at noon.

Wanqi Linmu had bright eyes and walked over quickly, giving his uncle Wen Baiyu a handsome wall thrust, raised an evil smile, and said with a smile: "Beauty, what's your name?"

Wen Baiyu's eyelids twitched and she said, "I call you uncle."
Chapter completed!