I'm a thousand years older than you

The boss of Xijiang Group, who was just in his early forties, went to the hospital for a check-up, but none of his heart, liver, spleen and lungs were in good condition. The doctor asked him to be hospitalized immediately for surgery, and he gave him a thoughtful way of keeping in good health.

The richer a person is, the more he cherishes his life. Of course he doesn't want to live a short life. For his billions of assets, lifeless enjoyment means nothing.However, he was used to the business world, and he was addicted to wine, sex and wealth. If he never touched it again, he would not feel much fun.

He got into his family's car and gave instructions to the driver: "Go home and get some things for the hospital——fuck, don't check the shit, everything will come after you check."

The driver was new, and his quality in all aspects was higher than that of the previous one. He turned the steering wheel lightly with white-gloved hands, and the car drove out steadily.

"Mr. Huang." The driver said, "For a wealthy person like you, it is inevitable that there will be some minor ailments, and it will be fine if they are treated. My previous employer had a serious heart problem, and he died within a few days. cured."

Mr. Huang snorted through his nose: "How many days? Has he taken the elixir? Stop fooling people."

The driver still kept smiling: "I dare not lie to you. It's just that I can't disclose the private information of my former employer. This is my professional ethics."

Mr. Huang thought for a while, and thought that the driver would not lie to him when he was full, so he pointed out that the driver's neither humble nor overbearing attitude might be the subordinate of a big man. He searched his head and asked quickly: "Hua Wen Group?"

The Huawen Group is their biggest competitor of the Xijiang Group. Last year, the boss of the Huawen Group suffered from a heart attack. According to reliable news, he will die soon. He is eager to take advantage of their internal turmoil and make a fortune in the stock market. Unexpectedly, a few days later, the boss went to work alive and well, and he is still alive and well.

The driver didn't say a word, in Mr. Huang's heart, it was considered a default.

He changed his previous attitude and asked, "Where did he get the treatment?"

The professional quality of the driver is very good: "If you have a guess, you might as well call and ask."

Mr. Huang is not an unreasonable boss, and he is not embarrassed after hearing this.Immediately called the boss of Huawen Group. Although they were incompatible in the business field, they were not so tense in private, and were in a state of mutual hypocrisy: "Hey, hello, Mr. Du?"

A few minutes later, Mr. Huang hung up the phone with a strange expression——

Mr. Du said that his heart disease was not cured in the hospital, but in a "dining room" specializing in dietary therapy.

"Did you see your young master?" Lu Yebai grabbed a towel and wiped his wet hair, "In the early morning, people disappeared."

"He went out." Bi Yao replied.

"Is he usually busy? Does my living here bother him." Lu Yebai stopped.

"No way, you think too much. Our young master is very free, eating, sleeping, lying on the bamboo chair, bullying Dodo." Seeing that Wen Zihe was not there, Guan Ning seized the opportunity and seemed to be suing someone, " No one can control him."

"Then he might want to avoid me." Lu Yebai turned around and thought, "I still make him uncomfortable."

But he didn't feel sad for too long, chasing that person was a protracted battle, and it was expected that he would avoid it.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Hello? Master Lin, right? Are you here yet?"

Wen Zihe actually went out to do business. He went to the Sanlao Pavilion and asked for all their case files in recent months.

It's just that it can't be said that he is completely selfless.Because this errand could be entrusted to anyone in his family, he insisted on going in person.It took only an hour to make this trip, and for the rest of the time, he hid in the cafe opposite his home—like a man who dared not go home after a fight with his wife.

This man's behavior of deliberately running away from home was finally met with retribution. When he returned home in the evening, his home was no longer what it was in the morning.

The wooden door of the outer courtyard has been well scrubbed, and it is faintly shiny. Entering the door is a newly paved path, and the swing frame has been painted in a dark wood color, and it has changed from "a broken frame with peeling paint" to "a chic resting place" Place", a tall hibiscus tree was newly planted against the wall, the weeds on the ground were gone, and it was filled with unknown flowers and plants, and even the trembling in the flowers, the steps were extraordinarily reserved.

The instigator seemed a little nervous, standing by the door, noticed him early, and said after a long time: "Don't you like it?"

Wen Zihe was naturally lacking in aesthetic taste, so he didn't know what to say, so he replied dryly: "Well, it's okay, beautiful."

"I asked Uncle Fang." Lu Yebai walked towards him, feeling agitated, "He said, you told me that as long as it's something I want to do, it doesn't matter if it doesn't break your principles, and I'll make my own decision. for a moment."

Wen Zihe felt betrayed by Uncle Fang, but he didn't care about these foreign objects. Lu Yebai changed his yard as soon as he changed it, just don't tear it down.

He didn't speak, but Lu Yebai over there made an inch of it: "In your heart, don't I have a high status?"

So he successfully received a blank stare, as if to refute his words, Wen Zihe scolded "I'm full".

Lu Yebai smiled slightly.From that smile, Guan Ning sensed a great taste, and immediately started to think about not being able to stop the car in her mind.

Wen Zihe felt that he couldn't stay here any longer, so he hurried into the house and said to Uncle Fang by the door: "Give him the money."

Seeing a stack of things in his hand, Uncle Fang asked, "The young master went to the Three Old Pavilion? Why didn't you ask me to go if you needed something?"

"Well, I picked it up as I passed by." Wen Zihe said, "Where's Bi Yao?"

Uncle Fang: "In the room... house?" This is a new word he learned from Guan Ning, and he hasn't mastered it yet.

Wen Zihe walked into the room: "Call him over." After a pause, he continued: "The one outside, he can do whatever he likes, just make sure nothing happens to him."

Uncle Fang felt that the young master who said this was very much like a parent who was annoyed by a bear child, and his tone revealed a taste of "out of sight is pure".He felt that the young master's attitude was very changeable, sometimes he was trying to protect him, and sometimes he was annoyed by others, so he couldn't help feeling aggrieved for Mr. Lu, shook his head, and called for someone to go.

A few minutes later, Bi Yao lightly knocked on the door frame.

"Close the door." Wen Zihe didn't look at anyone, since Lu Yebai lived in the study, he vacated all the things that were originally placed in the study to his own room, before tidying them up, they were all spread out on the floor.

He was facing a wall with a map hanging on the wall, which was the area between Xijing and Yanshan Mountain, and some of the mountains were marked with red pens.

"These are the burial grounds of Ying Hui." Bi Yao looked at it for a while and said quickly.Ying Hui committed a lot of evils during his lifetime, and his death was so celebrated that the whole world celebrated. His body was divided into several pieces and buried in several hills with Fengqi Mountain as the center.

"That's right." Wen Zihe said, "You have been with Shizi for a long time, but what do you know about Ying Hui from him?"

"When the young master was at the top of the extreme cold, he would occasionally come down to look for the son. I thought at that time that you should have committed no crimes. There were other reasons for guarding the top of the extreme cold." Bi Yao clasped his hands in front of his chest, Standing straight, "Later, the son vaguely mentioned it, and I had some guesses, but I didn't dare to prove it. Did Ying Hui survive that year? After the war, he was imprisoned on the top of the extreme cold, so the young master has been guarding there?"

This person is usually taciturn, but in fact he is very thoughtful, and because of his loyalty and self-denial, he keeps a lot of things in his heart.

Wen Zihe nodded: "Yinghui left a remnant soul at that time, which was suppressed by Duan Yuming's ancestors at the top of the extreme cold. He ran away 21 years ago."

Bi Yao's expression remained the same when he heard the previous words. After hearing the last sentence, Wan Nian's expressionless face showed surprise: "Run away? He came back to life?"

"No. In the form of a soul, he ran into the belly of Mr. Lu's mother."

Bi Yao reacted for a while, and felt that the limited "surprised" expression in this life would probably be used up today: "Mr. Lu..."

"Don't tell him yet." Wen Zihe sat down on the floor, "He already knows that there are monster races in the world, so let's take it step by step. When you came here more than ten years ago, did you feel that work was idle? Now, we are afraid It's going to be busy."

"Someone is following Mr. Lu." Bi Yao was very clever, recalling what they said at the door that day, and quickly made a judgment, "Who is it?"

"It's Duan Ya." Wen Zihe said, "I have another guess, but it hasn't been verified yet. Right now, we'd better guard against him first."

"I don't understand." Bi Yao always speaks without turning corners, "Ying Hui's soul escaped into the stomach of a person, but did not cause any waves. Would it have died long ago? Mr. Crow's idea of ​​Mr. Lu is Want to seize Ying Hui's power, or do he have other plans? If he wants to seize power, how?"

He has always seldom talked, just doing things, but when the young master regards him as a companion to discuss issues, he will dutifully list all the issues he has considered, and he will have the energy to ask the end.

And his young master, who always said one thing and acted decisively, was silent for a while, and said softly: "I don't know."

This was unprecedented. Every time he took a step, he had to think over and over whether things would develop so hard to end.He was afraid that if he cared about it, it would cause chaos, so he thought of bringing Bi Yao in and giving him rational advice.

Bi Yao couldn't understand Wen Zihe's complex feelings for Lu Yebai, he just thought that the young master was frustrated, and said: "Young master, don't worry, there are enemies ahead, we just kill them."

Sensing his gaffe, Wen Zihe coughed lightly: "Well, good. I'll be away sometimes, so you help me protect him. You can tell him everything except his true identity."

"Understood." Bi Yao said, "Then what shall we do next?"

Wen Zihe put away the softness in his heart, and returned to normal: "In Mingjian's case, the opponent's power has been revealed. But their actions may have started earlier. I went to Sanlaoding this morning I took their case files for the past few months, not many, but they are all about the disappearance of monsters."

The author has something to say: The author of [-] is going to work hard again to start plotting

In fact, I really want to add a sentence to the text:

The author of this article has limited IQ

Both the IQ of the protagonist and the villain follow the author

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