When he was walking along the city lord's mansion outside, Ye Xiong had already found the location of the back garden with his eyes. Now he went straight to the back garden.www..org

As soon as I arrived at the back garden, a familiar figure suddenly came towards me, and it was Du Yufeng, the interviewer.

After several days of inquiry, he already knew the identity of this woman.

She is the daughter of the city lord Du Chenghe. Her husband is said to have been missing for two thousand years. Since then, she has been alone.

It is said that it is missing, but many people actually think that her husband has died, but it has not been made public.

Ye Xiong became nervous in an instant.

Du Yufeng's realm is the same as him, in the early stages of fusion. In theory, he is not afraid, but he is not familiar with Xu He, a servant in the disguise family. If Du Yufeng asks anything, he can't answer at all.

Ye Xiong held his breath and looked straight, walking past Du Yufeng step by step.

As I walked by, a gust of fragrant wind came. I don’t know if it was the fragrance of flowers or Du Yufeng’s body fragrance.

At this moment, he was no longer in a good mood, just hoped not to reveal his feelings.

Finally, the two walked by face to face.

Suddenly, Du Yufeng shouted: "Xu He, wait a moment."

Ye Xiongji had goose bumps, turned around and gritted his teeth, and asked in a muscular voice: "Miss, what are you asking?"

"What's wrong with your throat?" Du Yufeng asked strangely.www..org

"Practicing exercises and refining anger has affected his throat." Ye Xiong replied.

This excuse is really far-fetched, but Du Yufeng didn't even doubt it.

"Mr. Wen's life is over, and the new gardener has not yet arrived. You have time to go to the garden more often when you have time to see what you need to do." Du Yufeng ordered.

"Okay, Miss." Ye Xiong nodded.

"Okay, you go!" Du Yufeng said and turned around and left.

Ye Xiong breathed a sigh of relief and continued to walk towards the back garden.

After a moment, he came to the back garden and saw a garden of about ten acres in front of him, with many flowers planted in it, colorful and colorful.

Countless flower species that Ye Xiong cannot be named have formed a huge flower field by category, which looks very shocking.

This small ten-acre garden has planted so many kinds of flowers, which is really shocking.

Ye Xiong was spinning in the garden, and all kinds of fragrances of flowers came to his nose, making people feel refreshed and happy.

He could see at a glance that there was a purple rose in the garden, standing in a proud and proud manner among the flowers.

A bold idea arose in Ye Xiong's mind.

Why didn’t I change a purple rose? Instead, I took so many flower pots at that time, how could they remember so clearly?

Just in case, Ye Xiong immediately took out the purple rose that was about to wither from himself and looked carefully.www..org

He used his eyes from head to toe and swept it over and over again, and there was no mark on it. Then he quickly walked into the garden, plucked up a purple rose and put it into his bracelet space.

If you really can't find the antidote, you can only use this trick.

After doing all this, Ye Xiong walked towards a simple wooden hut in the middle of the garden.

The city lord's mansion is surrounded by tall buildings, which are very magnificent. Whether it is the outer side, the main halls and wing rooms, there are huge rocks everywhere.

There is only one wooden house.

It seems that this is where the gardener usually lives.

In Ye Xiong's mind, he recalled Du Yufeng's words just now. When she spoke Old Wen, she spoke very respectfully. It was obvious that in her heart, she no longer regarded Old Wen as an ordinary servant.

Ye Xiong pondered for a moment and walked in.

Although he didn't know what the relationship between Mr. Wen and Xu He was like, this risk was worth taking a risk.

The wooden house is very simple, with only a dining table and some tools used by gardeners.

There is also a room in the living room, from this angle, you can only see very little sight.

"Old Wen, are you here? Miss, let me come and have a look." Ye Xiong continued to say in a sandy voice.

"Come in!" An old voice came from inside.

Ye Xiong calmed down and then walked in.

It was still relatively simple inside. There was a bed beside the wall. On the bed was an old woman who was no longer breathing. She exuded a cold smell and covered with a layer of petals. She looked very beautiful.

An old man with white hair and thin face was sitting by the bed, holding the dead old woman's hand in his hand, looking unwilling to let go.

Looking at this scene, Ye Xiong's heart was instantly touched.

After ten years of cultivation, I can cross the same boat, and after a hundred years of cultivation, I can sleep together.

A cultivator always lives thousands of years old. Long live his bones. How loving you should be to be together for so long and still be so loving.

"Wen Lao, people have joys and sorrows, the moon has phases and waxing, and the festival is sad." Ye Xiong spoke out to comfort him.

Only then did Old Wen's eyes take back from the old woman, fall on him, and ask, "Who are you?"

His eyes fell deeply, his face was as old as a tree bark.

Obviously, his life span is almost over.

Ye Xiong did not dare to spy on his cultivation. First, this was very impolite. Second, once he activated his spiritual consciousness or energy, it would definitely fluctuate and would definitely attract attention. In this mansion, even if he was a little careless, it would be exposed.

"My name is Xu He, and I am a servant in the mansion. The lady asked me to come over to see if I could help you see the flowers and take care of them." Ye Xiong replied.

"No need, the lady is intent." Old Wen said.

Ye Xiong looked around again, but he saw nothing.

As he expected, how could he put something as important as the flower poison antidote, just put it in the room casually?

Originally, Ye Xiong wanted to make indirect comments and find out the antidote, but at this time, Mr. Wen was widowed and had something else to do at this time. He felt that it was too cruel. With a Buddhist heart, he could not do such a thing.

"Old Wen, you are so loving, you will definitely be together in the next life." Ye Xiong said.

"We have had a lot of quarrels in our life. We still quarrel the day before her birthday, but we didn't expect..." Old Wen sighed.

"Namo Amitabha, Dotagado, Dotaya, Dotaya, Dotaya Amitabha..."

Ye Xiong chanted gently in his mouth, looking pious.

This is the "Mantra of Rebirth", the most common scripture of Buddhists to pass on the souls and pass on the dead, and an ordinary Buddhist practitioner.

Mr. Wen looked at him unexpectedly, and seemed to have never expected that he would recite the mantra of rebirth."

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Then, as if they had a tacit understanding, they began to recite the "Mantra of Rebirth" at the same time.

After reciting the "Mantra of Rebirth", Ye Xiong stopped and quietly retreated...

Mr. Wen was still closing his eyes and chanting the "Mantra of Rebirth" for his wife.
Chapter completed!