Peng Zhongfei and Liu Wei felt an inexplicable chill down their spines. "What does it have to do with those three blueprints?"
"Of course it's related. Let me tell you, on the way, I met a very strange old man." Gu Yundong expressed that if she was given a fulcrum, she could make up a whole story. "Before that old man died, he gave me those three blueprints and said that they were his life's work. At that time, I even thought that you drew just these three blueprints for your life? You're too useless."
"…" You have a lot of ideas.
Gu Yundong was especially good at creating an atmosphere of storytelling. Her voice was sometimes high and sometimes low. "After he handed the blueprint to me, he asked me to choose a location at the foot of a mountain after we settled down. According to the blueprint, we will build a green brick tiled house. Then, we will reserve a room for him there. We will offer him three incense sticks every morning and night."
