Chapter 335 The Owner Is Sick

Zhuang Buyuan fell ill.

Ever since he put on the broken crown - the broken heart of the manor owner "Heart of Blue Stone Leaf" in Blue Stone Leaf Manor, Zhuang fainted not far away.

After waking up, my head was dizzy and my whole body was weak.

"Where am I?" Zhuang Buyuan's memory still stayed in Blue Stone Leaf Manor, the moment he put on the crown, "Why am I so uncomfortable?"

Could it be that after I put on the crown, I became the Lich King?

From now on, he will sit on the Frozen Throne and work with skeletons all day long?

Zhuang Buyuan stretched out his hand and looked at it, and found that it had not turned into a skeleton. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was okay.

"Brother, the owner of the village!" Luoluo was lying next to her. When she heard Zhuang's voice not far away, she immediately shouted: "Brother, the owner of the village, is awake!"

With a whoop, several people came in from outside the door and gathered around the bed not far from Zhuang.

"What are you doing here? If you aren't going to explore Blue Stone Leaf Manor...help me up..." Zhuang Buyuan just wanted to get up when he suddenly felt a cramp in his head, and then he fell down again.

He stretched out his hand and touched it. The crown on his head was gone, but it felt like the crown was still on his head. It made his head uncomfortable, as if there was a force trying to stuff the non-existent crown into his head. Like in the body.

"Master, what have you done?" Liu Jinge looked worried. "After you fell into coma, the manor's points have been declining rapidly. The points have been consumed too fast. We have suspended the exploration of Blue Stone Leaf Champion and are now working hard to produce it. The estate’s output…”

Zhuang Buyuan wanted to say something, but his head hurt so much that he couldn't speak. Liu Jinge added: "It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Founding of the People's Republic of China. There is also a lot of demand for products from major agricultural trading companies. Now you are consuming points at a faster rate. So soon, will we temporarily stop supplying goods to outsiders?"

Next to them were Nong Hexin, Song Hua and others. They wanted to say something after hearing this, but they didn't say it after all.

Although the output of the manor can make them a lot of money, the manor owner's body is about to collapse now, and they will not make any profit if the manor owner collapses.

But now is the peak shipping period before the holidays. Once the goods are out of stock, I am afraid that our vitality will be seriously damaged.

"Try to take care of the shipments over there... I... It's no problem, I can survive." Zhuang Buyuan checked his points, and sure enough, there weren't many left.

Liu Jinge wanted to say something, but he still didn't say it, and several people withdrew again.

After a while, Xiao Wei poked his head in, looked at Zhuang Buyuan and said, "Master, didn't you say that fools don't get sick?"

"Who said that?" Zhuang Buyuan said weakly.

"It's said in the anime..." After Xiao Wei finished speaking, he covered his head and face, waiting for Zhuang Buyuan's brutal slap in the face to come over. Who would have thought that Zhuang Buyuan was still lying on the bed feebly, his eyes blank. Look at the ceiling.

Xiao Wei wasn't too worried at first, but when he saw Zhuang Buyuan like this, he became really worried.

It's over. Not only is this idiot village owner sick, but he also looks weak. Will he die?

Isn’t it said that good people don’t live long, but disasters last for thousands of years?

Isn’t the manor owner a cruel manor owner?

This is how to do?

Xiao Wei scratched his head, turned around and ran to the front yard to work hard.

Although he is not a gardener, just a servant, and does not understand planting techniques, at this time, he must contribute to the manor.

"Brother Zhuang Buyuan, drink some water..." Luoluo tenderly brought tea and water to Zhuang Buyuan. She also picked up a small storybook and told Zhuang Buyuan a story. However, she was illiterate and could tell seven stories in one. It's scattered and quite dark.

Zhuang Buyuan felt his body carefully while listening to Luoluo's voice.

In front of his eyes, it was like a computer that had entered the command line and was desperately swiping all kinds of information.

The speed of information is so fast that it is almost overwhelming, like a torrent of data.

His manor system and the manor owners' hearts as manor owners seemed to be two completely different systems.

The heart of the manor owners is a real object, such as the crown.

And his manor system is just a system, made entirely of information.

He could feel that his body was like a medium, and the manor system was using his body to interpret, simulate, and reconstruct the 'Heart of Blue Stone Leaf'...

This process caused a large amount of data to wash through his body. His nervous system and brain were like being crammed into a broadband with too much information. His thinking was sluggish and heavy, and he seemed to be unable to think at all.

Zhuang Buyuan only stayed awake for more than ten minutes, and then fell into a drowsy sleep.

When Zhuang Buyuan woke up again, it was already night.

Luoluo also disappeared, and she didn't know where she went. Xiaodiandian was lying in front of his bed, but she had already fallen asleep.

Zhuang Buyuan saw that the front yard was as bright as day. The servants of the manor must be working all night long. He opened the manor system and found that the system was also extremely laggy. It took him a while to see the manor points.

Points rise and fall, and often come back again. The servants of the manor are working hard to produce the output of the manor and then turn it into points. However, analyzing the Blue Stone Leaf Heart consumes too many points. The points of the manor are still slowing down. Lower slowly.

The points accumulated since getting the manor are slowly bottoming out.

What will happen once the manor's points are reduced?

The analysis failed and all the previous efforts were wasted?

Or something else?

Zhuang Buyuan didn't know that he couldn't think too rationally and clearly. He just opened his eyes in a daze.

Suddenly, a deafening sound of music came from outside the door: "XX dance step exercise first section, ready to start! yoyo~"

Zhuang Buyuan was frightened by the sudden sound of music. He glanced at Little Dot lying next to the bed, stood up holding on to the edge of the bed, and walked out of the backyard.

The space of the manor is overlapping and twisted. The same main entrance of the manor can enter the front yard or the backyard. When Zhuang stepped out not far away, he saw the stop sign outside the gate of the manor.

But at some point, a group of old men and women appeared in front of me, dancing to the explosive music of Verb Eat.

Some uncle or aunt must have discovered this trail and found that there was a lot of space, so he turned it into his own square dance venue.

"Why are you here again!" Wen Liuquan, the guardian of the manor, rushed out of the manor and shouted loudly: "I told you yesterday, this is not a place for square dancing! You leave quickly!"

The aunts ignored him completely and danced with a relaxed and graceful posture.

With a "click", Wen Liuquan turned off the stereo.

This stirred up a hornet's nest, and a group of adults and aunties were immediately annoyed: "Why are you, a young man, like this? Does this place belong to your family? What's wrong with us having a square dance?"