"Okay, stop talking nonsense." During the chat, he also saw the car parked by the roadside. Fang Yuan immediately waved and said, "Get in the car and go back to Nanjing."

"Here you come." Bao Longtu quickly followed, returned to Huaiyin City under the driver's carry, and then changed the route back to Nanjing.

In the next two or three days, the two deliberately forgot about Huaiyin, did not inquire about the updates of Wang Quan and others, and did not pay attention to whether the designers who were accompanying him had returned.

In short, while visiting Nanjing's scenic spots and historical sites, the two of them were waiting for the results of the competition to be announced, wanting to know if they can advance to the finals.

"Haha, I knew that this was inevitable." Bao Longtu laughed to the sky with an excited expression, but the final list was out and they were on the list.

Fang Yuan's reaction was similar, and he was happy: "Go away, call them up and celebrate."

"Okay, I'll go and call someone right away." Bao Longtu jumped up and ran out, intending to go to the next door to call several employees to celebrate together. But as soon as he opened the door, he took the opportunity to get in.

"Ah!" Bao Longtu was stunned for a moment, then he realized, and said in surprise: "Who is it?"

"It's me." The visitor closed the door, then took off the hat on his head, and said, "Come on the verge of visiting, please don't be surprised."

Bao Longtu looked over and said in surprise: "Boge."

"Brother Bao." A smile appeared on He Chunbo's face, and he nodded slightly and said, "It's me."

Bao Longtu subconsciously took two steps back, but after seeing He Chunbo clearly, he felt very surprised: "Boe Bo, why... have you... made this happen."

At this time, He Chunbo looked much embarrassed compared to the previous workplace elites. His clothes were cleaner and neat, but his face and arms were covered with scars, blood scabs were very obvious, and his complexion was very dull, giving people a feeling of physical and mental exhaustion and a bad situation.

"...It's hard to describe it." He Chunbo smiled bitterly. His voice became dry and hoarse: "Can you invite me to have a cup of tea?"

Bao Longtu didn't say anything anymore, just looked at Fang Yuan and waited for him to make a decision.

Fang Yuan pondered for a moment, then reached out and said, "Boge, please sit down."

"Thank you." He Chunbo's eyes showed joy and hurriedly walked over and sat down.

Fang Yuan poured a cup of tea and handed it over, then hesitated and said, "Boge. Is your injury serious? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Skin trauma, you will be cured for a few days, so you don't have to go to the hospital." He Chunbo waved his hand and said, "Besides, my current situation is not suitable for showing up."

Fang Yuan frowned slightly. Then he turned his head and said, "Bun, bring some ointment and bandage Bogo."

"Uh...oh..." Bao Longtu nodded quickly, then ran to the room, took out a lot of bottles and boxes, applied to the outside and used inside, and had medicines for treating various common diseases.

"Thank you, thank you." He Chunbo was very grateful.

While helping him with the wound, Bao Longtu couldn't help asking: "Boge, why are you so hurt?"

"I heard Brother Fang's words and forgive others if I have to." He Chunbo said bitterly: "However, no one hurts the tiger's will, and the tiger is harmful to the hearts of others."

Hearing this, Fang Yuan's expression changed slightly and his brows frowned.

"Brother Fang, I'm not blaming you." Seeing this, He Chunbo quickly explained: "I just didn't expect that those people were so greedy. They had already learned a lesson, but they still refused to give up..."

Bao Longtu glanced at Fang Yuan, helped He Chunbo with a pill, and then asked carefully: "Boge, Maruko said you are a tombkeeper, isn't it true?"

He Chunbo's body stagnated, then slowly relaxed, and said with a wry smile: "Did you see it?"

"Really." Bao Longtu was a little excited: "It's the kind that has been passed down from generation to generation?"

"That's right, it's passed down from generation to generation." He Chunbo's expression was complicated, and there was no sign of happiness on his face: "It's a miracle that it has been passed down for more than two thousand years, but in my generation, it has not been cut off yet.

"What, more than two thousand years?" Not only Bao Longtu was surprised, but even Fang Yuan was also very surprised.

"Yes, more than two thousand years." Xiu Chunbo laughed and said, "For the sake of a tomb that does not know the authenticity, the He family has been guarding the mountain village for more than two thousand years, and has inherited the ancestors from generation to generation. Isn't it stupid?"

He Chunbo laughed, but his voice was not smiling at all, but was filled with depression.

This is normal. After all, the responsibility of the tomb guard is to stay around the tomb, and you cannot leave your left and right even if you are born, old, sick and dead. This is equivalent to an invisible prison, locking the tomb guardian.

It was fine in ancient times, but people were very simple in their hearts, and everyone respected the tomb guardians. But now it is not possible, especially after being exposed to the prosperous world outside, who would be willing to stay in a remote mountain village and live alone for the rest of their lives?

"Anyway, I don't want to do it, so I don't want to do it anymore, so I change my career to become a designer." He Chunbo was very frank, and then gritted his teeth and said, "The problem is that damn fate. Who is the woman named Lan who is not good to ask for? She just asked me to help. Isn't this intention to get along with me..."

Hearing this, Fang Yuan and Bao Longtu didn’t know whether to cry or laugh, but it was true that fate was impermanent.

Sometimes life is so bizarre. You try your best to get rid of the destined things and think you have succeeded in getting rid of them. However, under the arrangement of fate, everything returns to the origin and restores the original destiny trajectory.

While sighing, Bao Longtu asked again: "Boge, Lan Xin and the others are really planning to rob the tomb? By the way, who is the tomb of whom are you guarding? Uh... I'm just curious, just ask casually, just forget it if you don't want to say it."

"You have seen the situation in the mountain village. There is nothing worth peeping except the large tomb." He Chunbo snorted: "Is there any saying that there is an ancestral home in the mountain village, and the elders want to return to their roots. The He family's genealogy is in my hands. I don't know which branch or which lineage, suddenly there is an elder named Lan."

"After those people arrived at the village, they did not clean up the messy buildings in the village, but instead fumbled around the surrounding mountains. What else could they do if they were not to rob the tomb?" He Chunbo shook his head and hesitated: "As for the owner of the tomb, I'm afraid you won't believe it, anyway, I'm a little suspicious."

"Who is it?" Bao Longtu was very curious: "How could you doubt it?"

"This matter is so strange. It sounds unreliable. Of course I have to doubt it." He Chunbo said for granted. After all, it is a new era, and questioning authority is the mainstream. If he is a person who sticks to the rules, he would not have rebelled against the ancestral teachings and abandoned his ancestors' tombs that he had been guarding for more than two thousand years.

"How unreliable is it?" Bao Longtu continued to ask: "Boe, hurry up and tell me who the owner of the tomb is? He must be a big man, right?"

There are some reasons for this guess. If He Chunbo's ancestors guarded the tomb for ordinary people, it would not have been possible for more than two thousand years for the rest of the world. People's hearts are easy to change, and if they do not have enough beliefs to persevere, they will definitely not be able to hold on.

"It's a big man." He Chunbo nodded affirmatively: "And he's a big man who has been famous throughout the ages."

In an instant, Fang Yuan flashed his spirit and said in disbelief: "Can it be... Han Xin?"

He Chunbo was stunned for a moment, then Zhan Yan said, "You guessed it, not what I said. In this way, it doesn't mean that I have leaked the secrets of heaven and violated the ancestral teachings."

"What, is it Han Xin?" Bao Longtu was stunned: "It's impossible."

"I don't think it's possible, either." He Chunbo smiled bitterly: "The problem is that the He family's ancestral teachings were passed down from generation to generation. Before his death, the previous generation of tombkeepers would bring the heirs to the tomb and point to the stone tablet to tell him that this is Han Xin's tomb."

"One of the three heroes in the early Han Dynasty, a great military strategist, unparalleled national rank, was named king and marquis, surrounded and annihilated the Chu army, and forced Xiang Yu to commit suicide. Empress Lu and Xiao He conspired to rebel, tricked him into Changle Palace on the excuse of his rebellion, and beheaded in the Zhongshi, and robbed Han Xin, the Marquis of Huaiyin of the three tribes."

While speaking, He Chunbo murmured to himself: "You said, should I believe it, or shouldn't?"

"Han Xin, it's Han Xin." Bao Longtu also became entangled: "After Han Xin died, shouldn't he be buried in Chang'an? Why is his tomb here? Is it a tomb?"

"It's not a tomb." He Chunbo shook his head and said, "It is said that, well, it is said by word of mouth by the ancestors of the He family. In the Han Dynasty, the He family was Han Xin's disciple, similar to a confidant."

"When Han Xin returned home in glory, in addition to thanking his mother who had given him a favor, he also began to seek things behind him. He planned to be buried in his hometown a hundred years later. So he asked the He family to secretly search for Feng Shui treasure land and carve mountains and build mausoleums."

"The ancestors of the He family followed the orders. When the tomb was built, he heard the news of Han Xin's rebellion and punishment. He was very sad, and then rushed to Chang'an, bribed some officials, quietly brought Han Xin's body back to Huaiyin, and then buried it in the tomb. From then on, the He family has lived and reproduced in the mountain village until now."

After the story was finished, He Chunbo spread his hands and said, "This matter is full of legendary legends. Do you think it is reliable?"

"This... is really hard to say." Bao Longtu said carefully: "You ancestors can't keep an empty tomb."

"What's so strange about guarding an empty tomb?" He Chunbo said casually: "For example, the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum, everyone knows that it is a tomb of clothes and clothes. Isn't there anybody guarding it next to you?"

"Uh, that's right." Bao Longtu scratched his head and said, "But Han Xin is not Cao Cao, so it's impossible to lay out seventy-two suspicious tombs. So, that big tomb must have something to do with Han Xin."

"I can't guarantee whether there is any connection." He Chunbo waved his hand casually, and then expressed his expression with a sharp expression: "But next to the tomb, the corpses of the He family's tomb guardians from all generations were buried. If anyone goes to rob the tomb, it is equivalent to digging my ancestral tomb. I will never tolerate such things..."

"Ah?" Fang Yuan and Bao Longtu became anxious and felt relieved. No wonder He Chunbo, the rebellious tomb guard, cares so much about the tomb. It turns out that there is this key reason.
Chapter completed!