Hearing this, everyone was stunned, especially Chen Daqian, who asked excitedly: "You, what did you say?

He ...... He has gone before me...... I thought that what I did was right, but Zhang Lao was always one step ahead of me, and he quietly arranged the coffin and transported it to ...... Shipped to Lishan ......"

From the corner of Huizhen's eyes, a line of crystal tears slowly flowed: "Just the day before he died, I went to Lishan alone, I thought he didn't know everything I did, but I didn't expect it...... Unexpectedly, he saw it in his eyes, he said, he didn't want to care about anything, he just wanted to leave quietly. ”

"Old Zhang is now in the old mansion in Lishan?"

Chen Daqian immediately asked rhetorically.

Huizhen paused, didn't seem to pay attention to Chen Daqian, but looked up at Liang Chen slightly, and an indifferent smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Your name is Liang Chen, isn't it?"

"Yes!"

Liang Chen responded solemnly.

"Elder Zhang said that he only allowed you to go to Lishan alone to take care of the funeral for him, and ...... And also...... And, he, he left you one last thing for you to ...... Let you go and get it!"

Huizhen grabbed Liang Chen's wrist tightly, as if she had exhausted her life's strength, and the next moment, she was no longer able to grasp it, she instantly let go of her fingers, and her arm fell heavily.

Liang Chen looked at Huizhen quietly until her vitality was completely gone, then she took out a cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, turned around and walked in the empty living room, the glory here, it seems that she has completely severed the relationship with the dead person. And the living, there will eventually be one person who will become the new owner of this place, I don't know how long it took, in the silent living room, Liang Chen faintly recited an ancient poem: "Last year and today, in this door, the peach blossoms on the human face are red;

"Mr. Big, I, I'll go to Lishan with you!"

Chen Daqian's voice was slightly choked.

"No!"

Liang Chen stretched out his hand to stop Chen Daqian, calmed down, and said, "Brother Jin, borrow your car for the time being, fat man, let's go, go to Lishan and see off Zhang Lao!"

After that, Liang Chen walked out of Zhang's Mansion with the fat man without looking back, leaving Chen Daqian and Bu Laojin looking at each other.

On the outskirts of Chongqing, in the private residential area of Lishan, halfway up the mountain, is the old villa of Zhang Jingxuan before his death. According to the maid's words, Zhang Jingxuan should have died here at this moment, but why did he do this? Why did he run away from these things? He, why did he not get out of Wang Bingkun's circle? Why? Along the way, Liang Chen's heart kept resounding one after another, and it seemed that there were too many stories and too many mysteries that could not be solved in Zhang Jingxuan's body.

And these mysteries seem to never be solved again.

After getting out of the car, Liang Chen looked at the old-fashioned villa in front of him with a melancholy face, and now, it seems that he can still recall that in the library of his Yuelu Villa, Zhang Lao is still calling himself "stinky boy" one by one, as if it was yesterday, echoing in his ears.

Ten minutes later, Liang Chen stood at the door of the living room of the old-fashioned villa, and what caught his eye was a coffin, quietly placed in it. Liang Chen slowly stretched out his hand and motioned for the fat man to wait outside, alone, and walked to the coffin step by step. Stretching out his hand again and stroking the coffin, Liang Chen gritted his teeth, but in the end, he showed a bitter smile: "Elder Zhang, Elder Zhang, your old man can be regarded as a man in the feng shui world for most of his life, why is it that he is coming, and he still can't keep his last dignity?"

"If you were still alive, you might say that this is your last piece of dignity, but I don't think so!"

Liang Chen was slightly angry: "You would rather die than go against Wang Bingkun, what kind of thing is Wang Bingkun? It's just a stinky rat in the ditch and dark ditch, and he can let you protect him so desperately, you tell me......! Maybe you have your own troubles, but since you only let me come to see you off, why don't you tell me all these troubles? Do you don't want to trouble me? Or do you want me to keep Wang Bingkun's dog life like you?"

"If one day, Wang Bingkun is trampled under my feet, I will never protect him as desperately as your old man, I will get rid of a harm for Yudu and clear our feng shui circle in Yudu!"

In the dead old villa, only Liang Chen's own voice echoed, as if in this world, Zhang Jingxuan's calm and calm old voice could no longer be heard. Speaking of this, Liang Chen pushed the lid of the coffin open, only to see that Zhang Jingxuan's body was really lying inside, he put on the pre-prepared shroud, it seemed that the coffin lid was also covered by himself. He was lying in it so peacefully, and there seemed to be a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

Liang Chen frowned tightly and looked at Zhang Jingxuan's face quietly, as if at this moment, he really believed that Zhang Jingxuan's death was true.

Suddenly, Liang Chen found that Zhang Jingxuan was holding a sealed letterhead in his hand. I immediately picked it up and looked at it, the outside of the envelope was blank, but inside, there was a folded paper. Liang Chen tore open the envelope and took out the letter paper inside, only to see that his name "Liang Chen" was at the beginning.

"Liang Chen, when you read this letter, believe that I am already ancient, I Zhang Jingxuan has been honest and selfless all my life, but I also hide a private matter in my heart...... Please find him, if he is still alive, he must be ten years old. You said that you have to change your life against the sky, increase your life, and not be bound by the three evils of feng shui, in fact, throughout the ages, how many high-ranking hermits are looking for the imperial dragon vein, but unfortunately, there are only a few people who wish it. I refused to tell me that day, because I didn't want you to waste your life on the ethereal imperial dragon vein, but you kid will never disappoint, perhaps, you can really find the legendary imperial dragon vein, I have nothing to leave you, only the library of Yuelu Villa, where I have learned all my life. And ......"

"Scrolls of Human Skin?"

When Liang Chen saw the last few words, he immediately paused in shock, and stared at the last four words with his eyes.

After a while, Liang Chen finally looked away from the four words "Human Skin Scroll" and continued to look down...... "This Human Skin Scroll has a record of the Imperial Dragon Vein, since I got it thirty years ago, I have been extremely poor all my life, and I still can't go to find the Imperial Dragon Vein, I am too old, even if I find the Imperial Dragon Vein, what can I do? ”

After reading the entire letter, Liang Chen exhaled a deep sigh of relief, and at this moment, Liang Chen silently glanced at Zhang Jingxuan again: "Don't worry, I will help you fulfill your last wish!"

After speaking, Liang Chen forcefully closed the lid of the coffin again.

Coming to the sofa and sitting down, Liang Chen stared at the black lacquered coffin quietly, and after a long time, Liang Chen sighed: "I finally understand why you are using death to escape all this, it turns out ...... In front of the interests of your own flesh and blood and the entire Feng Shui circle, you don't choose the former, because you know that you can't choose the former, but you can't do anything about the latter, so you can only end your life with a death. Liang Chen picked up Zhang Jingxuan's favorite old pipe, filled a pot full of tobacco, and then lit it.

got up and came to the coffin, Liang Chen put the old pipe on the coffin lid, patted it lightly on the coffin lid, turned to the fat man and said: "Fat man, dig up the dragon lair in the back mountain, where Zhang Lao lost to me, but now, it is the place where Zhang Lao rests!"

At about dawn, Liang Chen and the fat man buried Zhang Jingxuan's coffin in the dragon's lair. And with his own hands, he built a tombstone with bricks and cement.

In front of the tombstone, Liang Chen and the fat man were together to offer incense and worship.

The fat man looked at Liang Chen with a complicated expression, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Liang Zi, what should I do with the old villa in front of me?"

"Zhang Lao's things, naturally they have to go with Zhang Lao, a fire, burned!"

Liang Chen replied lightly.

Yuelu Villa, in the middle hall of the Cabinet, the reorganized Feng Shui Eight Veins are gathered here. When Liang Chen walked to the door of the middle hall, the major masters of the eight veins of feng shui got up and bowed their hands one after another. Liang Chen slowly walked to the front of the first seat, but did not sit down, but waved his hand: "You guys go back for the time being, Zhang Lao's funeral, I have completed it in accordance with Zhang Lao's last wish, and I will be buried in the Huilong's Den in Lishan!" But seeing that the major masters of the eight veins of feng shui were at a loss, Liang Chen added again, "Haven't you all thought of going to Lishan to worship Zhang Lao?"

At this moment, the major masters of the eight veins of feng shui immediately turned around and left the middle hall of the council one after another.

In a moment, the nave was empty again, and Liang Chen paused, turned around and entered the library pavilion. Closing the door of the library pavilion, Liang Chen lowered his head and touched the floor tiles, until he walked to the thirteenth floor tile, and immediately bent down and used a knife to pry it open little by little. Sure enough, the underside of this floor tile is very different from the rest of the place, where there is solidified cement, but here, there is loose earth.

Picking up the soil, there was a small purple sandalwood box inside, Liang Chen glanced around, took out the small red sandalwood box with both hands, and restored the floor tiles tightly and tightly little by little.

Coming to the desk, Liang Chen first cleaned the mud and dirt on the small sandalwood box, and then opened it.

It seems that a particularly fresh human skin is neatly stacked in it, seeing this, Liang Chen gasped suddenly, he believed it, Zhang Jingxuan didn't lie to him, sure enough, there was a human skin scroll, and his fingers trembled slightly and stroked the human skin scroll, this, this human skin turned out to be real, and it was exactly the same as the skin of a living person, smooth, and so soft.

Liang Chen swallowed his saliva vigorously, a thin row of cold sweat inexplicably broke out on his forehead, hesitating, hesitating, thinking, after an unknown amount of inner struggle, Liang Chen's trembling fingers always stayed on the top of the human skin, hesitated again, twisted, Liang Chen closed the sandalwood box heavily, and put it into his arms, stood up in a panic, and walked out of the library pavilion quickly.