Chapter 202 The Town of the North

"Is it the same as before?" The lake water taken by the people of the Shijia caravan contains a lot of aura, and even the closure of the meridians will change.

Shi Guoliang nodded. Since Wang Ping knew that the lake was strange, he deliberately left some, hoping to help Shi Guoliang get out of trouble, but there was no obvious effect except for fever all over his body.

"Guoliang, to tell you the truth, the friend I met this time is a powerful person. Maybe he can help you open up the blocked meridians. There is nothing you can do." Zhao Haoran fabricated a character, and Shi Guoliang showed a faint sadness.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. I don't know how many doctors have been found, and many martial artists with advanced cultivation have also been found. No one can help him. Now he has no extravagant expectations.

Zhao Haoran smiled and changed the topic. What he said will definitely be done, but he must find a quiet place. This wilderness is obviously not a good place.

"Young master, it will take half a day to arrive. What can I do for you?" Housekeeper Wang was thoughtful, but he still habitually asked Shi Guoliang for instructions.

Shi Guoliang looked up and was foggy everywhere. He couldn't find anything at all with his naked eyes. The sky was a little hazy, as if something was brewing. "Since the journey is not long, it's better to let everyone work harder. If you get to Shifu before evening, everyone can have a good rest."

"That's what I think." Wang Ping retreated respectfully and gave orders to the guards.

Shi Guoliang said to Zhao Haoran with a smile, "Housekeeper Wang is like this. I dare not trust anyone except him."

Shi Guoliang seemed to feel that what he said was a little inappropriate, and added, "Of course, I absolutely trust Brother Zhao."

Zhao Haoran raised his glass and filled his stomach, and asked bitterly to make the corners of his eyes burst into tears. "What is the origin of Housekeeper Wang? I think he has profound martial arts skills, not like a guard trained by an ordinary caravan."

"You can see this," Shi Guoliang was slightly shocked by Zhao Haoran's eyesight. People who have lived for hundreds of years are naturally much stronger than a young man in his twenties. "He was rescued by my father and later became the housekeeper of the Shi family. He has always been loyal and has never been abnormal. With his strength, there is no problem if he wants to make a career alone.

"So that's why, it's no wonder." Zhao Haoran pondered, and the quiet days in the past few months have made him almost forget his identity as a soul.

"Yes, Guoliang, have you ever heard of the buried wilderness?"

"What?" Shi Guoliang was shocked, "Brother Zhao, your friend will not be buried in the wilderness, will he?"

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "It's true. What's wrong?"

"Brother Zhao, with all due respect, few people who enter the buried wilderness come out alive. Even those souls rarely dare to step into it. The buried wilderness is not far from Qingyang Town, where our Shi family is located, so I know a lot about it. I advise you not to go."

Zhao Haoran touched the tip of his nose, and there was no doubt that he would go to the wilderness. After a few perfunctory words, Shi Guoliang also felt it and could only sigh helplessly.

Snowflakes fluttered in the evening. With the roaring cold wind, they danced, and the horses of the caravan narrowed their eyes. After all, they were weather-beaten horses, and their speed did not slow down at all.

The city is not far away. No matter how long they go out, they are always anxious to go home. These guards are native warriors in the far north. After several months away, their hearts are like arrows. They don't need anyone to order them. The whip in their hands was beaten down fiercely, and the hiss sounded one after another, earlier than expected. A little bit.

Qingyang Town is just an ordinary town, but due to the sparse population in the far north, most of the population is concentrated in one place, which is no worse than the big city. However, due to the snow in the sky, there is no one on the streets, and occasionally passers-by are in a hurry. Such weather is obviously not suitable for going out.

The deserted environment is very lonely, but the people of the Shijia caravan are in high spirits.

Before long, the carriage in front of him stopped in front of a tall courtyard. The two words "Shifu" on the plaque in front of the door indicated its belonging. The towering gate as high as several feet was like a huge mouth of a beast. There were many white wreaths hanging on the courtyard walls on both sides, which was even more desolate under the reflection of snowflakes.

I don't know when Dr. Hua disappeared, and Zhao Haoran didn't care. With the strength of the little beast, he should not encounter any danger. The atmosphere here seems to be something wrong.

The guards of the caravan looked at each other, while Shi Guoliang and Wang Ping looked solemn.

"Young master, you are back." A dry-skinned old man came out of the door, pushed open the door tremblingly, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Who has happened?" Shi Guoliang's voice trembled and almost fell down when he got out of the carriage.

The old man sighed, "Young master, the master passed away. Last night, the doctors in the city could not save his life. My condolences."

"How is that possible?" Shi Guoliang grabbed the old man's collar. "I remember saying before I went out that my father could live for at least a few years, and it took only a few months to change."

The old man tried his best to get rid of Shi Guoliang's arm. "Young master, there are misfortunes and blessings, and the master is old, and sooner or later there will be such a day."

This man is strange. Zhao Haoran looked out through the thin window. The smell of the old man was very similar to those horse thieves. It seems that the whole Shi family may have changed a lot.

Wang Ping grabbed Shi Guoliang, "Young master, let's go back and have a look as soon as possible."

Shi Guoliang woke up. It was useless to lose his temper with an unimportant person. He strode into the door and Zhao Haoran followed Wang Ping closely. The people of the Shi family mistakenly thought that he was just an ordinary guard and didn't care too much.

Wang Ping is like an angry lion, and his momentum is hidden. Shi Guoliang's father is still his lifesaver. If it hadn't been for Shi Guoliang's first time out, he would certainly not have easily stayed away from the patriarch.

The death of the head of the Shi family is very strange. As Shi Guoliang said, normally, the number of people who can still live a few years will die in a month, and it happens to die one night before Shi Guoliang returns home. So many coincidences are not so simple.

The spiritual hall is arranged in the main hall of the stone mansion to show respect for the patriarch. In the center of the house is a blue-black coffin, which is an extremely rare wood that can be completed for a hundred years. It costs a lot of money to make such a coffin.

Men and women wear white silk scarves on their heads, and more than a dozen people wear white cloth shirts, which should be the direct children of the Shi family.

"Guo Liang is back." The speaker is a neat middle-aged man, looking in his forties, with a white beard mixed with his beard.

"Nun, second uncle, how did my father die?" Shi Guoliang looked at Shi Maobin coldly.

"Alas... The world is unpredictable. My condolences, Guoliang. Unfortunately, you didn't even see the eldest brother's last meeting. Forget it. Shi Maobin's expression was very regretful, but the gloating in his eyes still betrayed himself. Zhao Haoran couldn't figure out whether the position of a patriarch was so important?

The world is ignorant, and the false power just disappears after a hundred years, but there are still so many people enthusiastic about it.

"Brother, my father is seriously ill and has occasionally felt cold, which is really powerless to support, so..."

Shi Guoliang slapped him in the face and said, "Lao San, what do you eat? I don't know how to take good care of your father. Now you still have the face to say that I feel cold and take off your filial piety."

The third brother of the Shi family lowered his head, but there was no way to hide the viciousness in his eyes.

Although Shi Guoliang is a dull scholar, he can't hide the majesty he has formed for a long time. Zhao Haoran is also the first time he has seen such a domineering side of this friend. As the only eldest son in the family, he has an absolute dominance over these younger brothers and sisters.

Shi Guoliang sighed and suppressed his tears, "When the museum opens, I want to see my father in person."

"This is not good. It's not the tradition of our stone family to disturb the rest of the dead. Guoliang, you have to calm down." Shi Maobin's face showed a sad look, as if he was the saddest person to die.

"I said, open the restaurant!" Shi Guoliang shouted loudly, and the hall was quiet for a long time. No one dared to say anything.

Wang Ping looked around coldly, and his internal forces gathered in the palm of his hand. Who dared to act recklessly? He didn't mind killing him with one palm.

"Brother, the second uncle is right. The most important thing now is to let my father settle down, and it's not too late to discuss the rest later." Lao San of the Shi family raised his head and didn't know the motivation from there. The strong tone made people sound very uncomfortable.

"Yes, I also think what Lao San said makes sense. Brother, don't be impulsive." The second brother of the Shi family also interrupted. They were all concubines. Compared with Shi Guoliang, their relationship was closer.

"Since Guoliang is back, we can open up and say that the Shi family can't be ownerless for a day. I think it's better to settle it early, which can stabilize people's hearts and avoid any trouble." Shi Maobin's timely sentence is like throwing a blockbuster. Everyone knows that Shi Guoliang is the righteous heir, and now the meaning of these words is a little thought-provoking.

"I think it's better, too."

"Yes, the patriarch is dead and people are disilated. We must find a trusted person to serve as the clan, so as not to damage the reputation and business of the Shi family."

The voices of support in the crowd continued one after another. Shi Guoliang looked at them coldly and remembered the faces of these people one by one. Zhao Haoran nodded secretly. It seemed that he was still very suitable to be the head of the family.

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