Elder Wen now had daily lessons to give his child, so he no longer spent the whole day in the study staring at the walls.
News of Fang Xuelin’s escape from prison came to Bai Lixin the day after the birth of the lotus-root child. The five-year-old child could not suddenly appear in front of the public, so Bai Lixin and Elder Wen worked out a plan and came up with an excuse.
They falsely claimed that he was the child of a distant relative of the Wen family. That the child’s parents had both died and he had been adopted into the Wen family’s ancestral home.
From then on, the child was taught to address Bai Lixin as his father and Old Master Wen as his grandfather.
The child was very smart and quickly learned to communicate. When Elder Wen heard the child call him grandfather, he started to cry like a child again.
Bai Lixin stood on the sidelines, smiling at the two’s affectionate embrace, his heart multiplying with emotion.
Only after this matter was settled did Bai Lixin secretly speak to Elder Wen about another matter in private.
But after this matter was said, Elder Wen unexpectedly didn’t have much of a surprised expression.
“Only a single-minded Huang Hongyuan would not be able to see it. It was obvious with the way Liao Sufan looked at you so blatantly. ” Elder Wen fondled the ancient paintings and curiosities that Liao Sufan had sent one after another over the past few days and laughed out softly, “Look at the things he sent. I am an old man, but I know things. Why would he send so many priceless antiques to me every day? I have benefited from your light.”
Bai Lixin smiled awkwardly, “Then can you forgive Liao Sufan?”
“Originally, I did not want to forgive him. Even when I let him in and let him sit down to eat, it was only for your sake. But now that you have brought my grandson back with such sincerity, it would seem that I am a bit ungrateful if I didn’t forgive him. My son, you are very good. Although you have occupied my grandson’s body, you have been very considerate of my feelings. If you had ignored the Wen family and abandoned me, an old man, what could I have done? In the end, I should thank you. ”
Having received Elder Wen’s approval, Bai Lixin breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Lixin knew about Fang Xuelin’s escape from prison the day after Chonglian was born. Chonglian was the name Elder Wen had given to the child.
In the past few days, Liao Sufan had been stopped at the gate every time he came. However, he was welcomed this time when he came with the usual ancient painting.
As soon as he entered, he was pounced upon by a five-year-old child.
Liao Sufan looked down at the child that looked like he had stepped out of a painting, and his brow instantly furrowed.
How could this resemble Wen Xuyao so much?
Could he be Wen Xuyao’s child? No, he hadn’t married yet. Is he an illegitimate child? What about the child’s mother? The child’s mother had brought him to reunite with the Wen family?
The thoughts struck Liao Sufan’s head like a thunderbolt, knocking him off his feet.
As if to confirm this suspicion, the child gave Liao Sufan a timid look and cried bitterly, turning back to his side and crying as he yelled, “Father, I’m afraid! Father! ”
Bai Lixin came to the hall, only to be enveloped by Chonglian.
Liao Sufan stood at the doorway, stiff all over.
He looked dumbfounded at the scene before him, unable to comprehend it for a moment.
Bai Lixin hurriedly walked forward, holding up Chonglian with one hand and holding Liao Sufan’s arm with the other, “This is my adopted son, Chonglian, Wen Chonglian.”
Liao Sufan revived, “Adopted son?”
“Yes, a child from a distant relative. His parents died and he had no one to rely on, so I took him in as my adopted son. ”
Bai Lixin leaned down and gently soothed Chonglian, whispering, “Chonglian, don’t be afraid. This is your Uncle Liao, your father’s best friend. ”
Only then did Chonglian wipe his tears and mumble, “Uncle Liao.”
Bai Lixin could see Chonglian’s timidity and he soothed him. He then put him on the ground and let him go out to play on his own, but the hand that was holding Liao Sufan did not let go.
Liao Sufan slowly recovered from the false alarm.
Bai Lixin smiled and changed the position of his hands so that the hand that was holding Liao Sufan’s arm became a hand around his waist.
Liao Sufan was being supported by Bai Lixin, who was a head shorter than him, and his body stiffened again.
The winter was cold and they couldn’t feel each other’s body heat through their clothes, but even so, feeling the squeezing sensation on his back, Liao Sufan felt a little bit of a rush.
This was the first time Xian Zhi had been this close to him.
Bai Lixin helped Liao Sufan walk for a while, smiling narrowly, “Is Xijia still dizzy?”
“Ai,” Liao Sufan sighed, “I’ve been so distracted by Fang Xuelin’s affairs these past two days that I haven’t slept for days. Even a hardened body can’t hold up. Xian Zhi, quickly hold me up, otherwise, I’ll have to lose face in your house. ”
Bai Lixin laughed and instead asked, “What happened to Fang Xuelin?”
“He escaped from prison.”
Bai Lixin was not surprised, “He had a jade soul on him, escaping from prison is easy for him.”
“I sent men all over the city to search for him, but they found nothing.”
“Do you want me to use a Thousand Mile Trace to find him?” The two of them walked slowly, passing by Elder Wen’s study. Bai Lixin glanced at the calligraphy and painting in Liao Sufan’s hand and said, with a light smile, “Thank you very much.”
Liao Sufan returned the smile, “Do you like them?”
Bai Lixin cleared his throat and raised his voice, “Yes, he likes them so much that he almost slept with them in my bed.”
Just as he finished speaking, they heard an angry voice from the study, “Who dares to say I sleep with my treasures? See, if I don’t beat him to death. ”
Bai Lixin chuckled at his words and assisted Liao Sufan to leave quickly.
When they arrived at the study, Bai Lixin tried to use the Thousand Mile Trace to look for Fang Xuelin, but there was no trace of him.
Only then did Bai Lixin realise the seriousness of the matter. His S-ranked mental power and his Daoism, which had been cultivated to a full level during his time in that world, couldn’t even find the person. It was only logical that as long as this person was still somewhere in this world, he would be able to find him.
Thinking of a possibility, Bai Lixin called out to S419M a few times, but his mind was empty and there was no sound in response to his call.
Another soul-searching technique was used, but Fang Xuelin’s soul could not be found either. Fang Xuelin was the son of the world. If he had died, the world would have collapsed and reset, but it was as if Fang Xuelin had vanished into thin air.
He could not find his soul, so Bai Lixin sighed and shrugged his shoulders helplessly, “I have no more moves.”
“Forget it.” Liao Sufan saw that Bai Lixin had used all his strength and comforted him, “Since the jade soul likes to eat the aura of antiques, we only need to ask whose family has fallen like the Wen family, and we can follow the trail to find them. No matter how clever a fox is, it will always reveal its tail. ”
Bai Lixin’s eyes lit up, “You’re right, why didn’t I think of that?”
The next day, Bai Lixin and Liao Sufan found that the museum was closed for business. After careful questioning, they found out that Fang Xuelin had disappeared, and the museum curator had an accident and was at home.
When Bai Lixin and Liao Sufan learned of this, they rushed to the museum curator’s home. But before they could even step through the door, they were stopped by the foul aura that washed over them. Bai Lixin quickly bit his finger and drew a charm to purify the foul air.
It was only a residue of filth left in the world, and it was soon cleared away by Bai Lixin before they stepped into the curator’s house.
The curator was already out of breath and was lying on his bed, dying. His wife and children were sobbing around him. A good home had just collapsed just like that.
The curator’s wife cried out in agony. Wen Xuyao’s complaint against Fang Xuelin for using evil spirits made a big splash in Fengcheng back then. At that moment, the curator’s wife thought of Fang Xuelin, who came to visit their family a few days ago, and the Wen family, which had suddenly fallen from grace.
Wasn’t her family’s current situation the same as that of the Wen’s?
She cursed Fang Xuelin for being so vindictive and wicked.
When the Wen family sued Fang Xuelin, she had even defended Feng Xuelin to the people around her, but she had never imagined that this man would be so hateful as to use that evil demonic magic to harm their family to this extent.
Bai Lixin looked at the curator, who was almost drowned in black qi, and with a direct pinch of his hand, he pulled out the foul qi that was attached to his body.
The curator’s wife stared at the black qi that suddenly appeared in Bai Lixin’s hand and fell on her buttocks in fear. Bai Lixin’s face was sullen, and with a gentle squeeze of his hand, he crushed the filthy Qi. Only then did he look at the curate’s wife and say, “Your husband is out of danger, but his body is still a little weak because of the evil Qi that has entered his body, so you must take good care of him.”
The curate’s wife looked at Bai Lixin, who was calm and collected, and remembered the nonsensical slander she had once uttered in defence of Fang Xuelin, and felt a pang of shame in her heart.
She bowed her head, ashamed to face Bai Lixin, and wanted to find a hole in the ground to burrow into.
After giving the curate’s wife a condescending glance, Liao Sufan asked her questions about Fang Xuelin. Only when they were sure that the curator’s wife didn’t know any more did they leave.
As she watched the backs of the two men leave, the curate’s wife’s face was a mess.
Suddenly, the curator beside her, who had been unconscious, let out a groan and slowly opened his eyes. Although he was weak, his eyes were clear.
The curator’s wife, who had stopped crying, burst into tears again, kowtowing three times in the direction that Bai Lixin and Liao Chan Fan had taken, before flinging herself onto her husband’s bed and bawling loudly. This time, it was not tears of despair but tears of joy.
The two moved back to the Wen family house without success.
They had barely reached halfway when they were stopped by Huang Hongyuan, who was riding a large beam car.
Huang Hongyuan’s face was flustered, and he rushed straight over upon seeing the two.
Liao Sufan was quick, and he shielded Bai Lixin behind him instantly. With his other hand, he grabbed the middle of the car’s handlebar, and the car came to a sudden stop.
Huan Hongyuan jumped off the car and said anxiously, “It’s not good, Lord Liao.”
“What is it?”
“Another female corpse has been found in the moat.”
Huang Hongyuan said and looked at Bai Lixin, “You know this female too.”
Bai Lixin frowned gently, “Who is it?”
“Liang.”
Elder Wen now had daily lessons to give his child, so he no longer spent the whole day in the study staring at the walls.
News of Fang Xuelin’s escape from prison came to Bai Lixin the day after the birth of the lotus-root child. The five-year-old child could not suddenly appear in front of the public, so Bai Lixin and Elder Wen worked out a plan and came up with an excuse.
They falsely claimed that he was the child of a distant relative of the Wen family. That the child’s parents had both died and he had been adopted into the Wen family’s ancestral home.
From then on, the child was taught to address Bai Lixin as his father and Old Master Wen as his grandfather.
The child was very smart and quickly learned to communicate. When Elder Wen heard the child call him grandfather, he started to cry like a child again.
Bai Lixin stood on the sidelines, smiling at the two’s affectionate embrace, his heart multiplying with emotion.
Only after this matter was settled did Bai Lixin secretly speak to Elder Wen about another matter in private.
But after this matter was said, Elder Wen unexpectedly didn’t have much of a surprised expression.
“Only a single-minded Huang Hongyuan would not be able to see it. It was obvious with the way Liao Sufan looked at you so blatantly. ” Elder Wen fondled the ancient paintings and curiosities that Liao Sufan had sent one after another over the past few days and laughed out softly, “Look at the things he sent. I am an old man, but I know things. Why would he send so many priceless antiques to me every day? I have benefited from your light.”
Bai Lixin smiled awkwardly, “Then can you forgive Liao Sufan?”
“Originally, I did not want to forgive him. Even when I let him in and let him sit down to eat, it was only for your sake. But now that you have brought my grandson back with such sincerity, it would seem that I am a bit ungrateful if I didn’t forgive him. My son, you are very good. Although you have occupied my grandson’s body, you have been very considerate of my feelings. If you had ignored the Wen family and abandoned me, an old man, what could I have done? In the end, I should thank you. ”
Having received Elder Wen’s approval, Bai Lixin breathed a sigh of relief.
Bai Lixin knew about Fang Xuelin’s escape from prison the day after Chonglian was born. Chonglian was the name Elder Wen had given to the child.
In the past few days, Liao Sufan had been stopped at the gate every time he came. However, he was welcomed this time when he came with the usual ancient painting.
As soon as he entered, he was pounced upon by a five-year-old child.
Liao Sufan looked down at the child that looked like he had stepped out of a painting, and his brow instantly furrowed.
How could this resemble Wen Xuyao so much?
Could he be Wen Xuyao’s child? No, he hadn’t married yet. Is he an illegitimate child? What about the child’s mother? The child’s mother had brought him to reunite with the Wen family?
The thoughts struck Liao Sufan’s head like a thunderbolt, knocking him off his feet.
As if to confirm this suspicion, the child gave Liao Sufan a timid look and cried bitterly, turning back to his side and crying as he yelled, “Father, I’m afraid! Father! ”
Bai Lixin came to the hall, only to be enveloped by Chonglian.
Liao Sufan stood at the doorway, stiff all over.
He looked dumbfounded at the scene before him, unable to comprehend it for a moment.
Bai Lixin hurriedly walked forward, holding up Chonglian with one hand and holding Liao Sufan’s arm with the other, “This is my adopted son, Chonglian, Wen Chonglian.”
Liao Sufan revived, “Adopted son?”
“Yes, a child from a distant relative. His parents died and he had no one to rely on, so I took him in as my adopted son. ”
Bai Lixin leaned down and gently soothed Chonglian, whispering, “Chonglian, don’t be afraid. This is your Uncle Liao, your father’s best friend. ”
Only then did Chonglian wipe his tears and mumble, “Uncle Liao.”
Bai Lixin could see Chonglian’s timidity and he soothed him. He then put him on the ground and let him go out to play on his own, but the hand that was holding Liao Sufan did not let go.
Liao Sufan slowly recovered from the false alarm.
Bai Lixin smiled and changed the position of his hands so that the hand that was holding Liao Sufan’s arm became a hand around his waist.
Liao Sufan was being supported by Bai Lixin, who was a head shorter than him, and his body stiffened again.
The winter was cold and they couldn’t feel each other’s body heat through their clothes, but even so, feeling the squeezing sensation on his back, Liao Sufan felt a little bit of a rush.
This was the first time Xian Zhi had been this close to him.
Bai Lixin helped Liao Sufan walk for a while, smiling narrowly, “Is Xijia still dizzy?”
“Ai,” Liao Sufan sighed, “I’ve been so distracted by Fang Xuelin’s affairs these past two days that I haven’t slept for days. Even a hardened body can’t hold up. Xian Zhi, quickly hold me up, otherwise, I’ll have to lose face in your house. ”
Bai Lixin laughed and instead asked, “What happened to Fang Xuelin?”
“He escaped from prison.”
Bai Lixin was not surprised, “He had a jade soul on him, escaping from prison is easy for him.”
“I sent men all over the city to search for him, but they found nothing.”
“Do you want me to use a Thousand Mile Trace to find him?” The two of them walked slowly, passing by Elder Wen’s study. Bai Lixin glanced at the calligraphy and painting in Liao Sufan’s hand and said, with a light smile, “Thank you very much.”
Liao Sufan returned the smile, “Do you like them?”
Bai Lixin cleared his throat and raised his voice, “Yes, he likes them so much that he almost slept with them in my bed.”
Just as he finished speaking, they heard an angry voice from the study, “Who dares to say I sleep with my treasures? See, if I don’t beat him to death. ”
Bai Lixin chuckled at his words and assisted Liao Sufan to leave quickly.
When they arrived at the study, Bai Lixin tried to use the Thousand Mile Trace to look for Fang Xuelin, but there was no trace of him.
Only then did Bai Lixin realise the seriousness of the matter. His S-ranked mental power and his Daoism, which had been cultivated to a full level during his time in that world, couldn’t even find the person. It was only logical that as long as this person was still somewhere in this world, he would be able to find him.
Thinking of a possibility, Bai Lixin called out to S419M a few times, but his mind was empty and there was no sound in response to his call.
Another soul-searching technique was used, but Fang Xuelin’s soul could not be found either. Fang Xuelin was the son of the world. If he had died, the world would have collapsed and reset, but it was as if Fang Xuelin had vanished into thin air.
He could not find his soul, so Bai Lixin sighed and shrugged his shoulders helplessly, “I have no more moves.”
“Forget it.” Liao Sufan saw that Bai Lixin had used all his strength and comforted him, “Since the jade soul likes to eat the aura of antiques, we only need to ask whose family has fallen like the Wen family, and we can follow the trail to find them. No matter how clever a fox is, it will always reveal its tail. ”
Bai Lixin’s eyes lit up, “You’re right, why didn’t I think of that?”
The next day, Bai Lixin and Liao Sufan found that the museum was closed for business. After careful questioning, they found out that Fang Xuelin had disappeared, and the museum curator had an accident and was at home.
When Bai Lixin and Liao Sufan learned of this, they rushed to the museum curator’s home. But before they could even step through the door, they were stopped by the foul aura that washed over them. Bai Lixin quickly bit his finger and drew a charm to purify the foul air.
It was only a residue of filth left in the world, and it was soon cleared away by Bai Lixin before they stepped into the curator’s house.
The curator was already out of breath and was lying on his bed, dying. His wife and children were sobbing around him. A good home had just collapsed just like that.
The curator’s wife cried out in agony. Wen Xuyao’s complaint against Fang Xuelin for using evil spirits made a big splash in Fengcheng back then. At that moment, the curator’s wife thought of Fang Xuelin, who came to visit their family a few days ago, and the Wen family, which had suddenly fallen from grace.
Wasn’t her family’s current situation the same as that of the Wen’s?
She cursed Fang Xuelin for being so vindictive and wicked.
When the Wen family sued Fang Xuelin, she had even defended Feng Xuelin to the people around her, but she had never imagined that this man would be so hateful as to use that evil demonic magic to harm their family to this extent.
Bai Lixin looked at the curator, who was almost drowned in black qi, and with a direct pinch of his hand, he pulled out the foul qi that was attached to his body.
The curator’s wife stared at the black qi that suddenly appeared in Bai Lixin’s hand and fell on her buttocks in fear. Bai Lixin’s face was sullen, and with a gentle squeeze of his hand, he crushed the filthy Qi. Only then did he look at the curate’s wife and say, “Your husband is out of danger, but his body is still a little weak because of the evil Qi that has entered his body, so you must take good care of him.”
The curate’s wife looked at Bai Lixin, who was calm and collected, and remembered the nonsensical slander she had once uttered in defence of Fang Xuelin, and felt a pang of shame in her heart.
She bowed her head, ashamed to face Bai Lixin, and wanted to find a hole in the ground to burrow into.
After giving the curate’s wife a condescending glance, Liao Sufan asked her questions about Fang Xuelin. Only when they were sure that the curator’s wife didn’t know any more did they leave.
As she watched the backs of the two men leave, the curate’s wife’s face was a mess.
Suddenly, the curator beside her, who had been unconscious, let out a groan and slowly opened his eyes. Although he was weak, his eyes were clear.
The curator’s wife, who had stopped crying, burst into tears again, kowtowing three times in the direction that Bai Lixin and Liao Chan Fan had taken, before flinging herself onto her husband’s bed and bawling loudly. This time, it was not tears of despair but tears of joy.
The two moved back to the Wen family house without success.
They had barely reached halfway when they were stopped by Huang Hongyuan, who was riding a large beam car.
Huang Hongyuan’s face was flustered, and he rushed straight over upon seeing the two.
Liao Sufan was quick, and he shielded Bai Lixin behind him instantly. With his other hand, he grabbed the middle of the car’s handlebar, and the car came to a sudden stop.
Huan Hongyuan jumped off the car and said anxiously, “It’s not good, Lord Liao.”
“What is it?”
“Another female corpse has been found in the moat.”
Huang Hongyuan said and looked at Bai Lixin, “You know this female too.”
Bai Lixin frowned gently, “Who is it?”
“Liang.”
