Chapter 1343 Don’t Love the Country

At the foot of Huanshan Mountain, there is an old house.

This is a very unique residential and historic site that has been preserved to this day. Those who live here are either the old Tu people of Xucheng or some low-key local tycoons.

As time goes by, these old Tu people may have become rich.

There was a long "唳" sound, and a shadow approached quickly in the sky. Then Uncle Ling circled in the sky, closed his wings, and landed in front of one of the small courtyards. He lowered his head and put Zhuang Buyuan down.

In front of Zhuang Buyuan was a simple courtyard door. A black shadow flashed around Zhuang Buyuan, and a shadow with a face shrouded in darkness walked forward and knocked. After a while, the door opened with a creak.

Appearing behind the door was a familiar figure.

Extremely tall, extremely thin, like a bamboo pole, his slightly old security uniform was swaying in the wind, as if it was about to be blown away at any moment.

He glanced at the black figure and then looked at Zhuang Buyuan. Obviously he was not surprised to see Zhuang Buyuan, Zhuang Buyuan just nodded lightly and said: "I want to see your master. "

The old security guard stepped aside and allowed the two of them to walk into the small courtyard. When he looked outside, he saw that Uncle Ling had put his head under his wings, with his head curled up, as if he was asleep.

The courtyard was not big, and the layout was very much like a "manor courtyard." The old security guard led Zhuang Buyuan and the two of them through the backyard, walked out of the small door in the backyard, and walked towards the back mountain.

Zhuang Buyuan was a little confused, where did he go?

He heard the sound of flapping wings behind him, and he knew without looking back that Uncle Ling was not asleep, but was following behind him uneasily.

The paths in the mountains were like sheep intestines, winding and rugged, reminding Zhuang Buyuan of the winding mountain road when he first found Almighty Manor.

There might be another manor hidden here.

After passing another stone, the old security guard turned sideways and said, "We're here."

Zhuang Buyuan looked past the old security guard's figure and saw an empty field in front of him.

In the center of the empty field, there is a lonely tomb. The tomb is very ordinary, just an earthen tomb, with an old stone tablet standing there alone.

The inscription on it has also been erased by time and cannot be seen clearly. It can only be vaguely seen that the names of two people are written on it.

Zhuang Buyuan's mouth opened wide: "Wait, is this... the person I'm looking for..."

"The person you are looking for is right here." The old security guard said, "My master, the owner of the manor, Bing Ku, died decades ago..."

The black shadow next to Zhuang Buyuan suddenly moved, looking at the grave, and said hoarsely: "Who killed him?"

"No... no one killed him." The old security guard glanced at Bing Ku and said.

Zhuang Buyuan also had some doubts in his heart.

If he hadn't been killed, why would a manor owner sleep here?

"Knives are not the only things that can kill people... You may have many things to say to my master, but... I'm afraid you have no chance."

Zhuang Buyuan stepped forward and discovered that there was a photo embedded on the base of the tombstone.

After so many years, the writing on the stone tablet has been worn away by weathering, but the photo is still clear.

This is a black and white photo of two old people leaning side by side, holding each other's hands and smiling at the camera.

Their heads were full of white hair, and their foreheads were covered with wrinkles, but Zhuang Buyuan still saw a familiar look on this man.

This is true.

However, there was no trace of the all-powerful owner of the manor in his expression. He looked like just an ordinary old man.

After his death, he was simply buried here, with no one paying homage or remembering him.

Zhuang Buyuan didn't know why he gave up this manor and his eternal life, but when Zhuang Buyuan saw his and the woman's hands holding together, he seemed to understand everything.

What killed him was not an enemy, but a knife, the gentlest knife.

Even the owner of the manor, who has a long life, cannot escape this knife.

Holding your son's hand and growing old together may be the longest love confession in this world.

No amount of romance can compare to these eight simple words.

Zhuang Buyuan was a little disappointed at first.

But at this moment, I suddenly couldn't help but want to smile.

Forget it, let’s go, let’s go.

Some things are destined to not have answers.

Zhuang Buyuan bowed deeply to the tombstone, but the black shadow behind him kept staring blankly without any movement.

Before Zhuang Buyuan turned around, he heard footsteps coming from behind him again.

"Master servant, why did you come to the back mountain again? If my grandfather knew anything about it, I'm afraid he wouldn't want you to wallow in it all day long and secretly feel sorry for him..." came the voice of a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man turned around the boulder and saw Zhuang not far away. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"Lord owner of the village, you are fine."

"Mr. Mayor, we meet again."

The person in front of him is very similar to Bing Ku. He is tall, handsome and dignified, but he already has gray hair on his temples. Zhuang Buyuan has actually only met this person a few times. Most of the time, All seen on TV.

This is the mayor of Xu City.

Although Bing Ku of this generation has passed away, he has already branched out and left his own blood.

When he saw Bing Ku's appearance, Zhuang Buyuan finally understood why his development in Xucheng was so smooth and why Xucheng trusted his own technology so much. Many seemingly deviant projects could still be obtained by Xucheng. city ​​support. Even if this city becomes more and more magical, it doesn't matter.

That's because behind the manor, there are too many pairs of eyes looking at him, and too many hands holding him up.

He never struggled alone.

Next to him, the black shadow also stared at this person with wide eyes.

Judging from the name he called the old security guard and what he just said, he should be the grandson of this Bing Ku on Earth.

For a manor owner, because their life span is too long, most of them will not leave children too early.

If there is a new "Bing Ku" in an era, from the perspective of time, if this Bing Ku on earth lives to this day, he will only be more than a hundred years old. This is still very young for the manor owner, but it is too early. He has become a grandfather.

Since the Bing Ku of this world was long gone, Zhuang Buyuan had no intention of disturbing him. He said a few more pleasantries and left.

Before Zhuang Buyuan left, the mayor said:

"My grandfather has something left for you. I will send someone to deliver it to the manor later."

That evening, a box was delivered to the door of the manor.

Zhuang Buyuan opened the box, and a roll of film appeared in front of him.