Aizikou Village is a very remote village. It is located in the northwest of Shizikou District, Bincheng. Aizikou Fishing Port is built here, and most of the villagers make a living by fishing.

According to the location recorded in the archives, Jiang Sheng effortlessly found Mr. Li's grave on the Linhai hill.

The tomb was not built so luxuriously and very simple.

The bluestone tombstone contains black and white photos of Mr. Li smiling, staring at the distant sea, as if he was staring at something.

The stone tablets of Jiang Sheng and Mr. Li stood together, and looked at the irresistible sea in the distance.

After a while, he looked down at his left wrist.

There was no reaction, which meant that this was an ordinary grave.

At this time, Jiang Sheng was in thought. If it was really on the sea, it would be on the island or in the ocean.

It’s okay to say that the former can have room for operation.

However, when going out from Aizikou Fishing Port and searching in a fan shape, there were only four large islands. If the Li family had major abnormal movements, it would be impossible to hide Wang Lin.

Isn’t this the lice on the bald man’s head obvious?

If you are under the ocean, it will be troublesome, and the next action is like finding a needle in a haystack.

If it is a large tomb with a complete system, the energy cycle will be integrated and there will be no trace of ancient energy aura.

I cannot use the "radar" function of the birthmark to detect positions.

While Jiang Sheng was thinking, a bald old man with white hair approached Jiang Sheng with a crutch.

He spread the mat under his armpit on the other side of Mr. Li’s tombstone, sat on it, and looked into the distant sea like Jiang Sheng.

The warm sunshine hit the body, making the old man feel itchy and comfortable, and began to hum a little tune comfortably.

Jiang Sheng turned his head and looked at the bald old man, then turned around and looked at the village behind him.

I felt aroused my mind, and wanted to ask some questions.

The old man noticed that Jiang Sheng was staring at him, stopped humming, but his eyes were still squinting lazily, and he asked:

"Young man, are you here to remember Mr. Li?"

"Yeah, uncle, are there many people like me?"

The bald old man turned his head and glanced at Jiang Sheng, and laughed slightly mockingly;

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"Hmph, even if his children and grandchildren don't come to see him, how could outsiders come to see him?"

Jiang Sheng was silent, Li Wentao was arrogant and arrogant, busy fighting with many parties to expand his business territory.

However, his child wanted to kill his brother and force his father to seize the property. If the old man found out from the bottom of the sky, he would probably vomit blood in anger.

"Uncle, are you from this village?"

"That's right, I'm from this village, and I've grown up with Mr. Li since I was a child, so I'm a very good friend.

But unfortunately, there are differences in identities. He later became the big boss, and I was just a little fisherman."

Speaking of this, the bald old man looked at Jiang Sheng with a little encouragement in his eyes:

"What? Do young people want to listen to the story of that year?"

Jiang Sheng nodded with anticipation, as if he was a fan of Mr. Li.

The bald old man smiled, his eyes were distant, he fell into memories, and began to tell their past.

The first half is mostly a fight in childhood, and the bald old man said it was very dedicated.

When Mr. Li went out to sea and survived in the storm for three days before returning, Jiang Sheng listened very seriously, but did not obtain valuable information.

Jiang Sheng pressed the questions in the center and continued to listen to the old man's story. After the talk of Mr. Li becoming rich, he began to feel a little excited and hurriedly took him over.

"I won't talk about business later. I am an old fisherman and don't understand those things. I must be less familiar with young people like you."

"Uncle, I heard that Mr. Li raised Pokémon when he was young. Do you know what kind of Pokémon it is?"

The bald old man was stunned, and then his face was a little confused and he blew it.

"Is that true? Is there any? Maybe, I can't remember it."

He patted his head and said ashamed:

"As aged, my mind is no longer clear, and I have forgotten some things."

Such a perfunctory attitude made Jiang Sheng feel something was wrong.

Before, he even remembered the little things about Chen Zhimao when he was a child, but now he told himself that his brain is not clear?

The bald old man had been staring at the distant sea, and did not notice the slight changes in Jiang Sheng's expression.

"Young man, do you want to know how Mr. Li lived for three days in a typhoon in a small fishing boat?"

"Do you always know? I'm really interested in this."

"Haha, what's the problem? After leaving the fishing port and heading in different directions, you will encounter islands. When the storm comes, will you survive as long as you land on the island?"

After saying that, the old man stood up with a crutch, clamped his seat, and staggered down the mountain and left.

Jiang Sheng narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man's back. Before the old man could get out of the range, he turned on the scanning function of the bracelet.

The bracelet swept through, and no prompt sound came from my mind.

Did he worry too much?

He seems to be just an ordinary old man?

Jiang Sheng felt that he might be a little suspicious.

After all, there was no fluctuation in the mental power in my mind, which means that the old man did not show any malice towards him.

He began to take out the map and carefully study the four islands mentioned by the old man, which were also the objects of his initial doubt.

...

The bald old man slowly went down the mountain and walked back to the village.

As soon as he walked into the door, a cute yellow guy knocked open the door and threw himself in front of the old man, rubbing his trouser legs intimately.

The hair of the cute yellow creature stood up like a golden needle, surrounded by a golden current.

When rubbing against the old man's trousers, the electric current crackled, and the old man's body trembled.

The bald old man quickly pressed its head, pushed it away, and said angrily:

"Xiao Yi, stop making trouble. How many times have you said that I am old and can't stand your destruction."

Reyb stopped and looked up at the old man.

I am not old enough to say that the current in my body has faded a lot, and it is no longer as good as when I was young.

The old man and Reib returned to the dilapidated house, climbed up to the kang and Reib snuggled with each other.

His eyes were slightly hollow, and he kept staring at a black and white photo of the two people hanging on the opposite wall.

He was still young at that time and could carry little Ibrahimovic on his shoulders.

Standing next to him was his brother, with a majestic and extraordinary appearance, and a cold snake curled up behind him.

Dingling...

The old-fashioned phone rings, and Reyb, who was standing beside him, got up to help bring his cell phone.

The old man held it in his hand and pressed the answer button.

"Old guy, how did I ask you to do?"

The voice sounded, and the bald old man looked angry and snorted coldly:

"Hmph, I've blocked him for five or six days. I've said everything I should say. If he can't find this, he can only be considered stupid!"

"From now on, I won't owe you a favor!"

The attitude across the phone was very arrogant.

"Oh, you old guy, you are almost dead anyway. So what if you warm up for me? I don't admit it. I will look for you if you have something to do in the future."

The bald old man turned red with anger and said with gritted teeth:

"That's how you talk to your senior?"

"Hey, you're so embarrassed to say, wasn't it just that I was born more than ten years earlier than me? In our field, experts are the masters, and you still want to rank with me to discuss the seniority?"

The conversation continued and the two started arguing.

Reyb, who was beside him, flicked his ears with his feet and yawned boredly.

It has been like this almost every day for a while, and it has gotten used to it.

But you should be more vigilant. If the old guy is so angry that he will be treated quickly.

Not to mention anything else, the cardiac resuscitation is authoritative.

It is a professional electric shock defibrillator!
To be continued...