Chapter 1355: : Don't Love Jiangshan

At the foot of the Magic Mountain, there is an old house.
This is a very unique folk house historic site, which has been preserved. People who live here are either the old Tu people of Xucheng or some low-key local tyrants.
Over time, these old Tus are afraid to become local tyrants.
A long beep, a shadow approached quickly in the sky, and then Uncle X circled in the sky, closed his wings, landed in front of one of the small courtyards, and lowered Zhuang not far away.
In front of Zhuang not far, there was a simple courtyard door. A dark shadow flickered around Zhuang not far, and a face that was shrouded in darkness walked forward and knocked. After a while, the door squeaked open.
Appearing behind the door was a familiar figure.
Extremely tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, his slightly old security uniform was shaking in the wind and seemed to be blown away at any time.
He glanced at the dark shadow, and looked at Zhuang not far. Obviously, he was not surprised to see Zhuang not far. Zhuang not far just nodded slightly, and said, "I want to see your master. "
The old security guard stepped aside and let the two enter the small courtyard. When they looked outside, they saw that Uncle Xuan had stretched his head under the wings and shrank his head as if he was asleep.
The small courtyard is small and looks like a "manor yard". The old security guard led Zhuang not far across the backyard and walked out from the back door to the back mountain.
Zhuang not far away wondered, where did this go?
He heard the sound of flapping wings behind him, and he didn't need to look back to know that, in fact, Uncle Lu didn't fall asleep, but followed behind in peace.
The path between the mountains was like a sheep's intestine, winding and rugged, so Zhuang not far thought of the curvy mountain road when he first found the all-round manor.
No other manor is hidden here.
Passing another stone, the old security guard said, "Here it is."
Zhuang not far past the figure of the old security guard, he saw an empty field in front of him.
In the middle of the empty field, there is a solitary grave. The grave is very ordinary, but it is just a mound. On one side, an old stone monument is erected.
The above inscription has also been worn away by the years and cannot be seen clearly, only vaguely visible. The names of two people are written on it.
Zhuang not far opened his mouth: "Wait, is this ... but the person I'm looking for ..."
"The person you are looking for is here," said the old security guard. "My master, the owner of the manor, was dead decades ago ..."
The shadow around Zhuang not far suddenly moved, looking at the grave, his voice hoarse: "Who killed him?"
"No ... no one killed him." The old security guard glanced at him.
Zhuang not far also had some doubts.
If it hadn't been killed, why would a manor stay here?
"It's not just a knife that can kill someone ... you may have a lot to say to my master, but ... I'm afraid there's no chance."
Zhuang not far forward, only to discover that a picture was embedded on the base of the tombstone.
For so many years, the handwriting on the stele has been weathered and worn away, but the picture is still clear.
This is a black and white photo of two elderly people leaning side by side, holding each other's hands and smiling at the camera.
Huafa was full of heads, and wrinkles crawled over their foreheads, but Zhuang not far still saw the familiar look from the man.
That's right.
However, in his expression, there was no shadow of the turbulent manor owner, and he looked like an ordinary old man.
After his death, he was buried here simply, no one was hanging, and no one remembered.
Zhuang not far did not know what he was doing, abandoned the manor, and gave up his long life, but when Zhuang not far saw the hand he held with the woman, he seemed to understand everything.
It was not the enemy who killed him, but a knife, the gentlest knife.
Even the manor with a long life can't escape the knife.
Zhizi's hand and Zizi's old, this is perhaps the longest confession in this world.
Nothing more romantic than this simple eight words.
At the beginning of Zhuang's heart, he was a little disappointed.
But at this moment, I suddenly couldn't help but want to smile.
Forget it, let's go.
Some things are doomed to no answer.
Zhuang not far bowed deeply to the tombstone, but the dark shadow behind him kept sticking straight, without any movement.
Before Zhuang turned around, he heard footsteps coming from behind him.
"Servant, why are you up the mountain after running again? If my grandfather knows Izumi, I'm afraid that you don't want you to sink all day and hurt yourself secretly for him ..." A middle-aged voice came.
The middle-aged man turned to Dashi and saw Zhuang not far away. He froze for a moment, then smiled.
"Master Zhuang, don't come here."
"Sir Mayor, we have met again."
The person in front of him is similar in size to Qi, with a tall body, handsome appearance, and Qi Yuxuanang, but the two have already had white hair. This person, Zhuang not far actually only met a few times. I saw it on TV.
This is the mayor of the virtual city.
Although this generation of crickets has died, he has long since opened branches and leaves, leaving his own blood.
When he saw his appearance, Zhuang not far finally understood why his development in the virtual city is so smooth, and why the virtual city trusts his technology so much. Many projects that seem to be apostate can still get virtual City support. Even as the city becomes more and more magical, it doesn't matter.
That's because behind the manor, too many eyes are watching him, too many hands are holding him.
He was never alone.
Aside ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Hei Ying also stared at this man.
From what he called the old security guard and what he said just now, he should be the uncle's grandson on the earth.
For a manor, most of them will not leave their sons too early because their life is too long.
In the era of a new "昺 堏", from the time point of view, if this 昺 堏 of the earth, if he lives to this day, it is only a hundred years old. This is still very young to the owner of the manor, but early He has become a grandpa.
Since the uncle in this world is long gone, Zhuang not far away did not intend to bother, and he uttered a few more words, and left.
Before Zhuang not far away, the mayor said:
"My grandpa has something for you. I'll send someone back to take you to the manor."
That night, a box was delivered to the door of the manor.
Zhuang opened the box not far and a roll of film appeared in front of him.