Bai Yuzheng also said: "The beggar said 'Up the Luofeng River'. 'Up' is definitely not upstream, but 'Luofeng Creek' is certain. Let's look for it along this stream. We must be right." "
Bai Yuyue nodded.
In any case, learning that Cang Xiyao may be alive is already great news.
There is still plenty of time anyway, so it would be too early to give up now.
"We'll leave early tomorrow morning. It's probably going to rain a lot."
Bai Yuyue looked at the weather. It had been raining for many days, and it was gradually getting lighter. She hoped it would be sunny tomorrow.
In the evening, the old lady arranged a room for them, but it was one room per person and very quiet.
Several people changed their clothes and wiped themselves before getting ready for bed.
Just after lying down, Bai Yuyue imagined the trip for the next month.
Yes, although there is no trace of Cang Xiyao in the upper reaches of Luofeng River, there are still many opportunities in the lower reaches.
At least, she had a hope that Cang Xiyao was still alive.
The drizzle of rain was still beating on the window, and Bai Yuyueque slowly closed his eyes.
"How's it going? Asleep?"
After a moment, a voice suddenly said.
"Don't worry, the old lady's medicine is still very powerful." It was the voice of the old lady, "Do you want to do it?"
"Wait a minute, I'm afraid she will suddenly exert strength, but I still have to give it a try."
The words died down, and the four people in the room did not hear them.
In my sleep, suddenly, there was a thin flute sound.
It is dense, yet sad and clear, but there is clearly a hint of sadness hidden in the joyful tone, as if a lover is whispering in the ear.