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"Has he been attacked in the past?"

Xing quickly took out her phone and typed rapidly on the screen, sending Lu Ze a series of questions.

However, messages kept popping up with red exclamation marks, and all of them failed to send.

Undeterred, she tried several more times, but each time the result was the same: she couldn't send her message, and Lu Ze didn't respond at all.

"Unable to contact anyone, all messages failed to send." Xing put down her phone, looking dejected.

As Fu Xuan looked at the row of neat red exclamation marks on Xing's phone screen, the floodgates of memory were quietly pried open.

She recalled that thirty years ago, when Lu Ze returned home from Dan Ding Si, the first thing he did was look for his phone.

Seeing his anxiety, Fu Xuan immediately contacted the Yunqi cavalry that very night to inquire if they had seen a cell phone at the scene.

The next day, Yunqijun returned the phone that had been pierced by the sword. He held it in his hand and repeatedly pressed the power button, but the screen remained completely black.

She watched him place the broken phone on the bedside table, his expression one of bewilderment she had never seen on his face before.

Later, she bought him a Jade Emperor car as a gift, and only then did he reluctantly smile at her.

"His phone must have been broken." Fu Xuan pulled his thoughts back from thirty years ago to the Shence Mansion.

"I remember when Yunqijun returned the phone, he tried to turn it on, but the screen was completely unresponsive."

"What do we do now? We can't warn him to be careful anymore." Xing looked at Fu Xuan, her golden eyes filled with anxiety.

Fu Xuan was stumped by the question.

If she had a way to contact Lu Ze from the past, she would have done so long ago.

"Fu Qing, and everyone else, please calm down."

Seeing that everyone was in a low mood, Jing Yuan finally straightened up from the back of his chair, his tone reassuringly calm.

"Based on the time difference between the present and the past, there should still be some time before Luze is attacked a second time by the monks. In the meantime, we can continue to try to contact him by phone, and think about what he would do if he were in the past and unable to contact you all?"

Jingyuan's words made everyone fall into deep thought. If they were in his shoes, having lost their only means of communication, how would they try to send messages?

At this moment, Qingque, sandwiched between Fu Xuan and Yao Guang, raised her right hand, like a student who had mustered the courage to speak in class.

"Didn't Lu Ze say that he planned to bury something in the past for us to dig up?" Her voice wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly clear in the quiet Shence Mansion.

A word to awaken the dreamer.

On the seventh day of the third month, a tap on the palm produces a crisp sound that echoes all around.

"That's right! The time capsule! No wonder I felt like something was missing!"

But when she got to the second half of the sentence, her tone became deflated.

"But he hasn't told us where he plans to bury it yet, has he?"

"It should be buried somewhere we know it, and somewhere that would be very meaningful to him," Qingque said gently but logically.

"Because we need to be able to find that place, it has to be a location we also know about. At the same time, it has to be a place that is meaningful to him personally."

Suddenly, Xing had a flash of inspiration, and her golden eyes lit up: "It's Aunt Gao, isn't it?"

Her words left everyone speechless.

March 7th couldn't help but roll her eyes and lightly patted Xing on the back of the head.

"Are you stupid! The most likely place is the abandoned freight route where he met Fu Taibu."

For Lu Ze, what could be the most memorable place in the entire Louvre?

Of course, it was the place where he first met Fu Xuan, and it was also a place that all of them knew about.