"It's not like an illusion..." the mysterious man murmured to himself at this time, "but if it's not an illusion...there are people in this world who can achieve broken restoration?"

This is not simply gluing broken things together, but restoring things that have been burned to ashes to their original appearance... The principles involved in this cannot be explained even by Taoism.

"Why can't I deduce the existence of this person..." The mysterious man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and was horrified: "The secret... the secret is deceiving the existence of this person? How is it possible!"

The cold wind blew, and the mysterious man felt a slight chill on his back. This was a strange thing that he had never encountered before. But at this moment, a phone ring suddenly came from his body.

"What's the matter?" The mysterious man answered the phone, "What? Who means this? The Taoist Association or the Demonic Association? Or is it their joint statement?"

I could only hear the voice on the other end of the phone saying urgently: "None of this! It was Xuanyuan Palace who issued this statement... I heard that it was under the instruction of Long Xiruo, and it has received the approval of the 'Special National Land Management Bureau'."

"I understand." The mysterious man said in a deep voice at this time: "Let's hold our troops for the time being... I also encountered obstacles here."

After that, the mysterious man turned off the phone, stood up, looked back in the direction of the mansion he broke into tonight, and then resolutely blended into the night.

…

After dawn, Uncle Wu came to the door of Luo Qiu's room and knocked on the door, telling him that breakfast was ready.

Uncle Wu is indeed a very responsible housekeeper. Although the conditions here are a bit crude, he still brought some hot water for washing.

"Thank you." Luo Qiu politely took the hot water from Uncle Wu with both hands, "Mr. Song, did you sleep well last night?"

"Master slept very deeply and didn't wake up at night." Uncle Wu smiled slightly and said, "I just woke up now and am washing up, but my complexion looks quite good."

"That's good." Luo Qiu smiled, "Then you work first, I'll come out later."

"Okay, Master Qiu." Uncle Wu nodded and left quickly.

After Luo Qiu closed the door, he walked to the table in the room. The three-dimensional structural diagram of the Song family's ancestral house that appeared last night still existed, but at this time, the place under the ancient well was no longer there.

Momo kept her promise and left with Zhan'er at dawn.

Luo Qiu waved his hand to erase the structural model, and then started to wash up... Well, it seems that he forgot something.

…

"Young Master! Young Master! Young Master?"

There were shouts from under the house, which made Song Haoran suddenly feel a little sad... How should he get out?

It's not that he has no way to get down, but he doesn't want people to know what he wants to do by running up to the roof, and he doesn't want people to know that he not only ran up to the roof, but also stayed here all night.

Yes, Song Haoran spent one night looking at the three-dimensional structure diagram of the Song family's ancestral house in his mind, but he found nothing.

When the rising sun began to climb and the golden sunlight came directly, making it difficult for Song Haoran to open his eyes, the eldest son of the Song family rubbed his numb legs while pointing his third finger towards the rising sun.
Chapter completed!