Who Dares To Slander My Senior Brother

CHAPTER 78

A few old trees were scattered in the mausoleum. Bluestone chairs and a bluestone table sat under the shade of a tree. A game of chess nearing its end was set up on the table. A dozen or so hundred-year spirit grasses were planted randomly in the surrounding area. A clear spring was by the wall, constructed into the shape of a gourd. It gurgled with the sound of water.

Not only was this landscape not scary, it was also very familiar. Wen Jing had lived with Jun YanZhi on Hui Shi peak for many years. They have seen it more than once.

This was the landscape in front of Lu Zhen’s house. This place was seventy to eighty percent similar.

Wen Jing wiped his face and looked towards the large house a dozen or so meters away, “Shixiong, do you have a strange feeling? I have a feeling of déjà vu, like shifu is going to walk out from there soon.”

Jun YanZhi didn’t know what “déjà vu” was, but he understood what Wen Jing meant. The scene of Duan Xuan slowly walking out of Lu Zhen’s stone house was something that Wen Jing and Jun YanZhi had seen multiple times.

In other words, even Wen Jing thought that this place was extremely similar to the house of the peak lord of Hui Shi peak!

Jun YanZhi said, “Let’s go in and take a look.”

“Be careful.”

Jun YanZhi protected Wen Jing behind him and slowly walked to the door, carefully looking through the window. Wen Jing looked around like a leopard in the middle of hunting. His ears were picking up the sounds from all four directions. Afraid of some unexpected mishap, he quietly asked, “What do you see?”

Jun YanZhi frowned and gently pushed open the door.

“Shixiong, careful!”

With a “creak,” the door opened.

All was quiet. Everything was extremely peaceful. The only sound that could be heard was the flowing of the spring water.

It seemed as if someone lived in the house. The bed was neat. From the bookshelf to the table and chairs, everything was wiped clean and spotless. Tea cups and bowls were placed on the table. There was even a book that had been halfway read through beside the tea cups and bowls.

Wen Jing couldn’t help but wipe his forehead as he quietly said, “Shixiong, this place looks like……”

Jun YanZhi slightly nodded, “That’s right. This is Lu shizu’s room.”

Wen Jing didn’t talk anymore.

Xi Fang, that psycho.

This room was arranged ninety percent similar to Lu Zhen’s room. If it wasn’t for Duan Xuan maintaining the original appearance of Lu Zhen’s room, they wouldn’t have been able to recognize it so easily.

“He comes and lives here for three days every year. Could it be because……” The more he talked, the more creeped out he felt. Wen Jing muttered, “Don’t tell me that Lu shizu’s body is also here.”

Preserving the body or something, his tastes were slightly heavy. This was the same as sickos and □□. Wen Jing couldn’t accept any of them. 

Jun YanZhi slowly walked to the back door, silently thinking. He lightly opened the door, only to see an elegant and quiet little courtyard. Ancient trees covered the sky. Fresh flowers were blooming, clustered around a stone tablet that looked over a decade old with only a few simple words written on it.

“The Tomb of Shidi Lu Zhen.”

No life experiences. No mention of status. No mention of any other identity of his. “Shidi Lu Zhen.” This was how Xi Fang saw Lu shizu.