Soon, Zhang Tao sent Lin Baole to his destination, that is, the former site of the Lin family, Wolongzhuang.

Lin Baole said to Zhang Tao before getting out of the car: "Don't follow me, I will go to the hospital again tomorrow, and then your father will be fine." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Lin......" Zhang Tao was excited, his lips trembling.

I underestimated Lin Baole's ability too much before.

Sang Kun, Liu Zihao, and Chu Jiangli are all members of his team. These bigwigs became strong because of Lin Baole.

I didn't realize this before.

If the consciousness had gone up earlier, the Zhang family would not have had a stormy today.

Lin Baole didn't say anything, and walked straight open.

Sang Kun, who had been waiting here for a long time, greeted him, "Big brother, why are you with Zhang Tao?"

Lin Baole sat in Zhang Tao's car, which surprised Sang Kun too much.

Aren't the two of them mortal enemies!

"Take me to see Wu Twelve. Lin Baole didn't explain.

Soon, Lin Baole was led by Sang Kun to the third floor.

As soon as they entered, many members of the martial arts hall got up one after another.

"Big brother. ”

"The Lord of the Temple. ”

......

Familiar voices came into his ears, making Lin Baole's memory of them clearer and clearer.

These martial arts members come from different eras, but each of them has a strong brotherhood with themselves.

Each of them is a brother who has died.

Lin Baole kept nodding, and finally, his eyes fell on Wu Twelve who fell on the bed.

It was only when he received a call from Sang Kun that Wu Twelve was no longer good, so he deliberately rushed over.

Wu Twelve stretched out his hand to Lin Baole, his face full of pain, flashing with excitement.

Lin Baole hurriedly grabbed his hand, "Don't worry, I'll find a way to keep you." ”

Wu Twelve's painful face flashed helplessness, and he laughed self-deprecatingly, "I, I can hold on until now, just want to see you for the last time, a glance ......"

Intermittently, he finished a sentence with great difficulty, and then his eyes closed, and the hand held by Lin Baole also softened.

He ran out of life, and waited for Lin Baole by will.

In the end, my wish was fulfilled, and as soon as my nerves were relaxed, I passed away immediately.

Lin Baole doesn't remember him completely, and his feelings for him are not as heavy as before.

But Wu Twelve is different, and his feelings for Lin Baole are still the same as before.

"Twelve. ”

Lin Baole called out loudly, "Twelve, don't go, wake up, you hold on a little longer, give me some time, twelve ......"

Wu Twelve's death made Lin Baole remember all his memories of him almost instantly.

This old brother who has been with him for more than 100 years...... Let's go.

No matter how Lin Baole shook or called, Wu Twelve's eyes couldn't be opened again.

Watching his brother die was definitely a very painful thing, and Lin Baole intuitively felt as if he had been stabbed by a knife.

At the same time, I hate in my heart, no matter what, I want to get back those lost memories.

If you can't, you can't keep them in the world forever.

When everyone in the martial hall saw that Wu Twelve was out of breath, their faces were also full of pain.

Yes, they choked with tears.

Their mood was similar to Lin Baole's, and they also wanted to keep Wu Twelve, but they couldn't do anything about it.

Through their contact with Sang Kun these days, they know that Lin Baole has lost his memory and no longer remembers the means of life extension.

This makes them very helpless.

"Who else of you can't hold on?" Lin Baole turned around and asked with red eyes.

No one answered Lin Baole's question, and everyone lowered their heads silently.

Lin Baole looked at it and chuckled in his heart.

Their meaning is obvious, and there shouldn't be a lot of time.

"Sang Kun, choose a piece of feng shui land for Wu Twelve near Wolongzhuang, and notify Liu Zihao to ask his construction team to come over and build a yin house for Wu Twelve overnight. ”

Wu Twelve was a person from the previous dynasty, and at that time, it was the poor who were buried casually after death.

Any big family, or a prince or general, will not buy a cemetery like modern people after death, and bury it as soon as it is cremated.

At that time, it was popular to build buildings underground.

Lin Baole wanted to bury him in the same way as Wu Twelve, this was the last thing he could do.

"Yes. ”

After Sang Kun agreed, he took out his mobile phone and was about to call Liu Zihao.

"Mr. Sang, I'll do this!" Just as Sang Kun was about to call Liu Zihao, a man's voice came from the door.

Everyone unconsciously turned their heads to look at him, but Sang Kun frowned and was surprised, "Zhang Tao." ”

It turned out that it was Zhang Tao who spoke.

Zhang Tao wanted to leave directly, but changed his mind after receiving a phone call.

He felt that he had to talk to Lin Baole.

But before I could say anything, I caught up with this thing.

In order to get closer to Lin Baole, he resolutely volunteered.

"I'll give it to me, I'll come, and I'll make sure you're satisfied. Zhang Tao's face was full of pleading.

He wanted to do something for Lin Baole and close the distance between him and him.

Looking at Sang Kun and Liu Zihao, if it weren't for Lin Baole's help, would they be able to achieve such an achievement today?

In the entire Qingzhou, there are very few who can compare with them.

Zhang Tao finally found the right direction, followed the example of Sang Kun and them, and stood in Lin Baole's camp.

Sang Kun looked at Lin Baole with inquiring eyes.

Lin Baole didn't expect this, and said to Zhang Tao with a serious face: "At nine o'clock tomorrow morning, the construction must be completed, and the scale cannot be small, can you do it?"

"Yes. Zhang Tao didn't hesitate at all.

It's just a large-scale tomb, which is indeed not a difficult thing for Zhang Tao.

There are rich people, and there are also gentlemen who know about Feng Shui.

Together, isn't it easy to make a grave?

"Well, I'll leave that to you. Lin Baole agreed after a little consideration.

helped treat his father, and returned the supplies to him, and it was not an exaggeration to trouble him to make a mausoleum for Wu Twelve Xiu, it should be.

Seeing Lin Baole agree, Zhang Tao took out his mobile phone and began to make arrangements.

At the same time, Lin Baole's mobile phone also rang, and it was Tang Jiuli who called.

Looking at the caller ID, Lin Baole moved his fingers to connect to the channel: "Hey." ”

"Baole, I'll go see my mom and I'll go back later. ”

Tang Jiuli thought that Lin Baole was at home, so he deliberately called him to tell him.

"I'm not at home, I'm not going back today, a friend died. ”

After hanging up with his brother who had been with him for a hundred years, Lin Baole decided to accompany Wu Thirteen on his last journey.

"Your friend ......" Tang Jiuli was surprised, did she have friends, but she didn't object, "Okay, you pay attention to safety." ”

The two of them casually exchanged a few words and hung up their phones.

As soon as the call ended, Zhang Tao rushed over,

"Mr. Lin, everything is arranged, and we will start work in an hour. One more thing, I thought, I have to talk to you. ”