143: A photo

The Middle-aged man (Fang Yan) adjusted his glasses.

A displeased expression appeared on his face.

"Young man, I don't care what your objective is, but I'm afraid you've miscalculated."

"Even if my Fang Family has declined, it's not something anyone can casually manipulate."

Lin Mu was startled by these words; clearly, the Middle-aged man (Fang Yan) didn't believe he was Lin Mu.

However, this was understandable.

Ten years ago, when Lin Mu disappeared, he was already an old man with white hair.

His current appearance would make anyone disbelieve him.

Lin Mu didn't want to explain further.

He had only come here to see his last friend on Blue Star before leaving.

Since the person was no longer here, he had no more attachments.

As for these descendants, he had no connection with them whatsoever.

He couldn't be bothered with their affairs.

Lin Mu extended his divine sense and, after only a moment, located the exact position of Fang Tao's tomb.

Just as he was about to turn and leave.

Suddenly, a woman's voice called out to him.

"Please wait."

Lin Mu turned around curiously.

He saw an elderly woman with some graying hair standing at the door, looking at him.

Lin Mu asked, puzzled, "Is there anything else?"

Lin Mu recognized this woman; she was Fang Tao's wife.

However, they weren't very familiar with each other, having only met a few times at formal events.

The woman carefully examined Lin Mu for a few moments, then took out a photograph and compared it to Lin Mu.

After a while, the woman said, "You really do resemble him too much. Take a look."

As the woman spoke, she extended the photograph in her hand.

Seeing this, Lin Mu simply reached out and the photo landed in his hand.

In the past, people would have been surprised.

But after the spiritual rain's cleansing, many could easily perform such a feat.

The photograph showed a joint picture of two young men.

One was Lin Mu in his youth, and the other was Fang Tao in his youth.

At that time, they were full of vigor and beaming with confidence.

Looking at the photo, Lin Mu couldn't help but recall the time they started their business together.

In a blink of an eye, decades had passed.

Now, things and people were no longer the same.

If Fang Tao knew about Lin Mu's experiences, he wondered what his friend would think.

Lin Mu collected his thoughts, looked up at the woman, and asked.

"May I keep this photo?"

The woman smiled slightly: "Take it, keep it as a memento."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the Middle-aged man (Fang Yan) standing beside her suddenly spoke.

"Mom, how can you give Dad's memento to an outsider?"

The woman reached out to stop the Middle-aged man (Fang Yan).

Then she said, "From the expression on his face as he looked at the photo, I can tell that his relationship with your father was extraordinary."

"Even if he isn't Uncle Lin himself, he is his descendant."

"Although I don't know why he said what he did, I'm sure he means no harm."

Although the conversation among these few people was in a very low voice.

How could it escape Lin Mu's ears?

This photograph was extremely precious to Lin Mu.

Of course, he wouldn't take other people's things for free.

He flashed, appearing before them.

Even though they had witnessed the changes in everyone after the spiritual rain.

Lin Mu's action still startled them.

Instantaneous movement through the air!

This scene, which they had only seen in novels, they could now witness with their own eyes.

The Middle-aged man (Fang Yan) shielded the woman behind him, looking at Lin Mu warily and saying.

"What do you want?"

Lin Mu smiled calmly and said, "Don't be nervous, I mean no harm."

"This photograph is very precious to me."

"I won't take it for free. If the Fang Family has any difficulties, you can tell me."

"I can help you once. I need to go pay my respects to a friend now."

"I don't have much time. Think about what you want to say. I'll be back in a moment."

After Lin Mu finished speaking, without waiting for their reaction, his figure disappeared again.

The few people watched Lin Mu vanish from the spot, their hearts filled with extreme shock.

The young woman said with an expression of admiration, "This must be the work of an immortal."

The Middle-aged man (Fang Yan) recovered from his initial shock.

He said seriously to the elderly woman, "Mom, this might be an opportunity to reverse the Fang Family's predicament."

The elderly woman said, "Are you saying?"

Then their eyes met, seemingly reaching a tacit understanding.

On the other side, Lin Mu had already appeared in a picturesque cemetery.

Lin Mu looked at the tomb before him.

A rare look of sadness appeared in his eyes.

He slowly said, "Old friend, I've come to see you."

Lin Mu took out a flask of wine and poured half of it in front of the tomb.

Then he drank the remaining half himself.

Afterward, Lin Mu recounted all his experiences over the years to his old friend, one by one.

It was as if he was having a heart-to-heart conversation with an old friend.

Thus, Lin Mu stood alone before the tomb, speaking for an hour.

Finally, it was time to leave.

Lin Mu looked at the layout of the cemetery.

It was clearly guided by an expert.

It had the appearance of gathering wealth and bringing blessings.

In the past, it would naturally have been good feng shui.

But now with the resurgence of spiritual energy, being able to cultivate was the most important thing.

So Lin Mu used the Eye of the Primal God to forcibly alter the feng shui.

He changed this place into a great array for gathering spiritual energy and bringing blessings.

As long as the direct bloodline of the Fang Family cultivated, their speed would be much faster than ordinary people.

Lin Mu nodded with satisfaction, then spoke to Fang Tao's tombstone.

"Old friend, I'm leaving. I don't know when I'll be back again."

"This is the last thing I can do for you."

After Lin Mu finished speaking, he patted the tombstone with his palm, then his body disappeared from the spot.

Inside the Fang Family villa.

The elderly woman was leisurely listening to music.

Meanwhile, the Middle-aged man (Fang Yan) in the living room was pacing back and forth anxiously.

He occasionally looked outside the main door.

And occasionally looked down at the watch on his wrist.

Seemingly growing impatient, he walked up to the elderly woman and said.

"Mom, do you think that person won't come back?"

"It's already been an hour."

The elderly woman looked up at her son.

She said with a hint of reproach, "Ah Yan, you've always been calm and steady. Why are you so impatient today?"

The Middle-aged man (Fang Yan), whose name was Fang Yan, heard his mother speak this way.

He said somewhat ashamed, "Mom, aren't I anxious?"

"Tomorrow is the final deadline. If we still can't pay that money by then."

"Let alone losing the company, even this villa won't be safe."

The elderly woman looked at her son with affection, her tone softening.

She comforted him, saying, "Your father and I started from scratch back then. What kind of hardships haven't we endured?"

"At worst, we'll start over. Mom believes you have that ability."

Fang Yan felt a warmth in his heart.

He wasn't afraid of hardship or fatigue.

He just couldn't bear to see his family suffer with him.

Just as he was about to say something.

A voice spoke first.

"Well said, that's a bit like Old Fang."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan's expression became inexplicably excited.

Although the voice wasn't loud, he was sure it was the voice of the person from earlier.

As soon as the words fell.

Lin Mu's figure appeared in the living room without warning.

Fang Yan was already accustomed to it.

He said respectfully, "Senior, you've arrived."

Lin Mu casually sat on a leather sofa and said, "Enough small talk, tell me what you want me to help you with."