I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

"So it turns out that after 200%, there really is 300%."

Lu Ban felt a pang of emotion.

If it's 300%, then it must be 400%.

Their descendants will continue endlessly.

It's too curly.

He's the kind of person who's always been easygoing, and he can't stand seeing such a complicated task evaluation.

After some thought, Lu Ban realized that the successors of the Nine Schools would likely scatter to the four winds after this, never to meet again, gradually fading into obscurity amidst war and the long passage of time, with only descendants like He Jiaoyang remaining, indistinguishable from the crowd.

Lu Ban didn't know who the original Xuanjun was, but he was definitely a person with a strong will. It was because of people like him that the world was not swallowed up by evil gods.

Thinking of this, he looked up and noticed that it was noisy around him.

He walked down the hillside and saw a path leading up the mountain.

This road is much more refined than the one he used to climb the mountain before; it is clearly the result of modern craftsmanship.

Lu Ban heard the sound of a car.

A car drove down the mountain, and Lu Ban waved to it from a distance. The car then stopped.

"Want a ride?"

Seeing that the other person had rolled down the car window, Lu Ban asked.

The driver was a woman. Although she was wearing sunglasses, she looked pretty and had a certain air of heroism.

"Row."

She readily let Lu Ban get into the car, whether it was because Lu Ban was handsome or because she wasn't worried that Lu Ban was a bad person.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Lu Ban glanced at the navigation on his phone.

What year is it now?

Lu Ban asked.

"?"

A question mark appeared above the female driver's head, and she looked at Lu Ban suspiciously.

"****Year."

The year she mentioned was the same year Lu Ban was originally living in.

That is, the time was slightly delayed.

"No one lives on this mountain anymore, it's quite dangerous for you to drive up here alone."

Lu Ban changed the subject.

"It's alright, I've practiced some self-defense techniques, so I'm not afraid."

The female driver answered casually.

“My grandmother used to live here. She passed away recently and wanted to bring her ashes to the old house here for a mountain burial, so I drove over to check out the surroundings.”

"Oh."

Lu Ban recalled that there were indeed villages in Jiangcheng Mountain before, but due to planning reasons, they moved into the urban area of ​​Jiangcheng City along with the people in the town at the foot of the mountain.

"But is burial allowed here?"

"I don't know. I took a look at the old house, and it's all dilapidated. I'm planning to go back and ask."

The female driver replied.

"It seems that Jiangcheng Industrial bought the development rights here, so my grandma and the others were asked to move. But so much time has passed and there's still no sign of it. Oh well, it's all in the grandparents' generation anyway. We got a house in the city for free, so we've made a profit."

"That's good."

Lu Ban recalled that the reason he chose to build the Wasteland Paradise at the foot of Jiangcheng Mountain was because Song Yunyan's secretary, Li Zijian, told him that Jiangcheng Industry had purchased the land but had not yet developed it.

Looking back now, it's probably not a coincidence that Song Yunyan bought this place.

She had been corrupted and gained some knowledge; perhaps within that knowledge lay clues that led her to buy this place.

All of this is because of Jiang Chengshan's past.

History and the present have surprisingly formed a closed loop.

As the car descended the mountain road, Lu Ban and the female driver chatted idly.

Originally, Lu Ban only asked her to take him into the city, but the other party was very enthusiastic and said she would take Lu Ban directly home.

"Speaking of which, you look familiar. Have I seen you somewhere before?"

After entering the city, the car slowed down, and the female driver suddenly said.

"It might be on TV or in a movie."

Lu Ban spoke the truth.

The female driver smiled and didn't seem to care.

Her phone rang, and the female driver answered it via Bluetooth, giving a few perfunctory replies.

"I need to go into the yard to get something, can I take a slightly longer route?"

"In the courtyard?"

Lu Ban didn't ask any questions about other people's affairs and sat obediently in the passenger seat.

The car arrived at the Third People's Hospital of Jiangcheng City, which is very close to the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau.

The female driver didn't get out of the car; she just stopped briefly on the side of the road, where a girl dressed as a nurse handed her a file folder.

She saw Lu Ban in the passenger seat.

"Hey, this time they've got a young, handsome guy."

"If I meet someone on the mountain, I'll give them a ride."

The female driver took the document bag, put it in the back seat, and started driving again.

"I don't have a license to drive a large truck."

Lu Ban suddenly said something out of the blue.

"I don't have any either."

The female driver was confused.

"Are you a doctor?"

Lu Ban asked again.

"I guess so, forensic pathologists deal with dead people."

The female driver said cheerfully.

"That's pretty great."

"It's not that bad. It's a family trait. My ancestors were a family of doctors. I originally wanted to do something else, but by some twist of fate, I came back to my old profession."

She didn't shy away from this unusual profession; instead, she was poised and confident.

This attitude gave Lu Ban an idea.

"I still don't know your name? If I need to go to the hospital in the future, I can ask you for a discount."

Lu Ban asked.

"You can't offer discounts here, sir. The people who come to me are all troublesome."

The female driver was amused by Lu Ban's words and then said...

"Tang Yu, the rain of rain."

Lu Ban already had some answers in his heart at this moment.

This Miss Tang Yu is probably a descendant of the Tang family, the lineage of morticians.

She didn't know which generation of her family Tang Que was, but after so many years, Tang Que had probably already passed away.

Perhaps many of the successors of the Nine Schools have stayed in Jiangcheng, taking root and sprouting on this land, waiting for the day when Jiangcheng Mountain calls again and needs their presence.

"Good name."

Lu Ban offered a compliment, and then said...

"My name is Lu Ban."

"That's a good name too."

Tang Yu nodded.

She dropped Lu Ban off at the entrance of the residential complex, didn't charge him, and then drove away.

Halfway there, Tang Yu's phone rang.

"Hey, I got it. Go home for dinner. I'll go to the market and buy a salted duck. Let's have something nice to eat today."

She answered the call on her phone, and after hanging up, she seemed to realize something was wrong.

"What did he say his name was again?"

Chapter 578 The Musician

Back home, Lu Ban felt as if a very long time had passed.

But in reality, it was only a little over a week.

After nightfall, the spring breeze was warm, and he slept very well.

The next day, Lu Ban sent Feng Yu a message to let him know he was safe.

He was somewhat disappointed that Xuanjun's token, along with most of his previous body, remained in the temple. Otherwise, he could have taken it out and asked Feng Yu who the original Xuanjun was.

At noon, Feng Yu arrived at Lu Ban's house.

She didn't say anything, but bought some groceries to cook.