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

This place is a very distinctive folk house and ancient monument, which has been preserved. If it were not the old Tu people in Xucheng, or some low-key local tyrants.

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

With a long "sigh", a shadow approached rapidly in the sky. Then Uncle Ling circled in the sky, closed his wings, landed in front of one of the small courtyards, lowered his head and put down the village not far away.

In front of Zhuang Buqiu, there was a simple courtyard gate. A dark shadow flashed beside Zhuang Buqiu. A shadow with his face shrouded in the darkness walked forward and knocked. Soon, the door creaked open.

The one who appeared behind the door was a familiar figure.

Extremely tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, the slightly old security uniform on his body swayed in the wind, as if he was about to be blown away at any time.

He glanced at the black shadow and 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 moved aside and let the two of them walk into the yard. When they looked outside, they saw Uncle Ling stretching his head under his wings, shrinking his head, as if he was asleep.

The courtyard is not big, and the layout looks very similar to the "manor courtyard". The old security guard took the two of them not far away through the backyard, walked out of the small door of the backyard, and walked towards the back mountain.

Zhuang Buyuan was a little puzzled, where was he going?

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

The path between the mountains is like a treacherous intestine, winding and rugged, which reminds the winding mountain road when he first found the almighty manor.

There is no other manor hidden here.

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

Zhuang didn't far away and crossed the old security guard, and saw an empty scene in front of him.

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

The inscription on it has been erased by time and cannot be seen clearly. Only vaguely can see the names of two people on it.

Zhuang Buyuan's mouth widened: "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, Bing, had died decades ago..."

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

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

Zhuang Buyuan was also a little confused.

If it weren't for someone killing, why would a manor owner stay here?

"It's not just a knife that can kill people... You may have a lot to say to my master, but... I'm afraid there's no chance."

Zhuang walked forward not far away and found that there was a photo embedded on the base of the tombstone.

After so many years, the handwriting on the stone tablet has been weathered and wiped out, but the photo is still clear.

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

His hair was covered with bright hair and wrinkles also crawled over their foreheads, but Zhuang Buyuan still saw a familiar look from the man.

This is Bing, right.

However, there was no shadow of the mighty manor owner in his expression, and he looked just an ordinary old man.

After his death, he was simply buried here, no one paid tribute or remembered it.

Zhuang Buyuan didn't know why he gave up the manor and his lasting life, but when Zhuang Buyuan saw him holding hands with the woman, he seemed to understand everything.

The one who killed him was not the enemy, but a knife, the gentlest knife.

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

Holding your hand and growing old together with you may be the longest confession in this world.

No matter how much romance is, it can't compare to these simple eight 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 be unanswered.

Zhuang Buyuan bowed deeply to the tombstone, but the black shadow behind him kept standing straight on without any movement.

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

"Master, why are you running up the back mountain again? If my grandfather knew about it, I wouldn't want you to indulge in the past all day long and secretly hurt him..." A middle-aged man's voice came.

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

"Master, don't be fine."

"Mayor, we're meeting again."

The person in front of me was 70 to 80 minutes similar to Bing. He was tall, handsome, and majestic, but he had white hair on his temples. Zhuang Buyuan had only met this person a few times, and most of the time he was seen on TV.

This is the mayor of Xucheng.

Although this generation of Feng Si has passed away, he has long since grown up and left his own bloodline.

When seeing Bing's appearance, Zhuang Buyuan finally understood why his development in Xucheng was so smooth, why so Xucheng trusted his technology so much, and many seemingly deviant projects could still get the support of Xucheng. Even if the city became more and more magical, he didn't care.

That's because behind the manor, there were too many eyes staring at him and too many hands holding him up.

He has never fought alone.

Next to him, the black shadow also stared at the man.

From his name to the old security guard and what he said just now, he should be the grandson of this Bing on Earth.

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

If one era and another new "bing", from the perspective of time, if the binging on Earth has lived to this day, he will be only over one hundred years old. For the owner of the manor, he is still very young, but he has long become a grandfather.

Since the bing of this world has long disappeared, Zhuang Buyuan had no intention of disturbing him, and exchanged a few more greetings and said goodbye.

Before leaving not far away, the mayor said:

"My grandpa has something for you, and I will send someone to the manor."

That night, a box was sent to the door of the manor.

Zhuang not far away opened the box and a roll of film appeared in front of him.
Chapter completed!