Yun chujiu put her hands on her waist and cursed, “Old man, what are you pretending for? Are you playing amnesia for me? Uncle, beat him up!”
Fu Ao smiled bitterly and said, “Little girl, he is not pretending. Some remnant souls will slowly lose their memories after a long time. Judging from the clothes that this person conjured, he should be from the same era as us. Tens of thousands of years have passed, it is inevitable that his memory will be lost.”
“From the same era as you? Uncle? Then do you know him? Is there anyone surnamed Yin in your era?”Yun chujiu asked curiously.
Fu Ao shook his head. “No, but there was indeed a big family surnamed Yin in our era. However, the Yin family is very mysterious. It is said that the Yin family is proficient in the art of puppets, but they have always been indifferent to fame and fortune. If they entered the human world, they would definitely become famous.”