Chapter 561

The night breeze was cool and refreshing. However, at the end of summer, it made people feel very comfortable. After all, they had just experienced the baptism of the scorching heat. At this time, most people were still willing to let the 'cold' come a little more fiercely.

A young man slowly climbed up the mountain step by step. On his shoulder, there was a golden coin tortoise, which was as steady as Mount Tai.

The closer he got to the top of the mountain, the fresher the surrounding air became. This freshness was not due to the normal sense of altitude, but because the surrounding spiritual energy had begun to become richer.

The man could clearly sense that the sleeping tortoise on his shoulder was beginning to become slightly excited. Unfortunately, it had just gained spirituality and did not know how to cultivate for the time being. It only knew how to stupidly swallow its belly and then continue to sleep. It was unknown how long it would take to cultivate such a silly method. Fortunately, tortoises lived for a relatively long time.

For it, the man did not put much effort into it. It was no different from a pet raised by an ordinary person. However, as the saying goes, when a man achieves the Dao, even his chickens and dogs rise to heaven. Anything that could stay by his side, as long as it was not hopelessly stupid, would change a little.

Just like this golden coin tortoise.

He stretched out his hand and plucked a banana leaf.

"Ah! … "

Gently stretching, the man appeared particularly languid. At this moment, his temperament was quite a bit like that of a distinguished scholar in ancient times.

Of course, in ancient times, appearance and temperament were also one of the thresholds for entering an official career, especially in the period when the imperial examination was not perfected. If one wanted to become an official and meet one's' progress' requirements, one would either let one's mother or father fall sick and then one would beat drums and gongs to show filial piety to one's parents, or wait for an important person to pass by and put on a posture in advance. Even in the dead of winter, one had to wear light clothes and wear a fan while coughing blood. Only then could one be called a distinguished scholar.

However, the temperament of the man could not be faked. Even the audience found it difficult to deliberately create a temperament that did not belong to them. After all, these things were ingrained in the bones.

When the man reached the top of the mountain, another middle-aged man appeared. The image of the two people instantly formed a sharp contrast.

This was because the other party was bare-chested, holding a shovel and shoveling back and forth. The soil that was shoveled out was then filled back in. The cycle repeated, as if he did not know fatigue or boredom.

The young man squatted down at the side and watched the middle-aged man in front of him do this sort of thing without any rhyme or reason.

After watching for half an hour, the young man was a little tired. he could no longer stand it.

He opened his mouth and said, "Old Yan, you have been like this for two days, right? I regret that I didn't buy some seeds when I was at the foot of the mountain. You've plowed the entire mountain. It would be a pity not to plant something. "

Yan Huihong froze for a moment and frowned. He seemed to have just realized that he had been shoveling for a long time, but he felt that only a short while had passed. He turned his head and looked at Thunderbolt, who was sitting at the side. His gaze landed on Tortoise on Thunderbolt's shoulder and he smiled.

"

"Nonsense, I raised my Pi Xiu so well and spent so much effort, but in the end, it was sucked dry by that guy. Now, I've gotten over it. Raising a little turtle is quite worry-free.

Oh right, you asked me to come to Guangxi to tell you that you found some mystic realm. I've been looking for you for so long before I sensed your aura nearby. I can understand why you stood me up. Who doesn't have urgent matters to attend to? But you're actually plowing the land here.

The broadcasting station is moving, and we're on the list of things to be cleaned up. However, this world is not destroyed. Ordinary people can still live ordinary lives. Those who don't understand might think that you're preparing for a food shortage during the apocalypse. "

"Hai." Yan Huihong sighed heavily and threw the shovel away subconsciously. He immediately felt that something was wrong and picked it up again.

"Artifact?" Bang Lou asked curiously.

"Artifact produced by the Nanning State Farm Tool Factory." Yan Huihong showed the label of the shovel to Bang Lou. "Do you want to buy one?"

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are we still going to that mystic realm?" Bang Lou was obviously helpless. Of course, he was also a little impatient.

"Wait a while more, I still have some things to look at." Yan Huihong shook his head and waved his hand. His eyes shone with a pale blue light. Then, the scene from that day appeared again. He saw a middle-aged man with a bloated body and a bald head holding an urn of ashes slowly walking down the mountain.

Yan Huihong held the shovel in his hand and followed him. This scene was just a memory of the plants that had been nourished by wealth, so it wasn't real. It was like watching a video.

Bang Lou was a little puzzled. He watched as Yan Huihong walked past him in a daze and then slowly headed down the mountain.

"What the hell is he doing?"

Bang Lou's finger swept across his forehead and a glint appeared in his eyes. However, he couldn't see anything. He didn't want to disturb Yan Huihong's progress. Destroying someone's enlightenment was akin to killing their parents. This was an unspoken rule in the audience and Bang Lou wasn't that ignorant.

However, under the influence of curiosity, Bang Lou continued to follow Yan Huihong.

The path in the mountain wasn't easy to walk on. This wasn't because Yan Huihong was walking slowly, but because Wealth had also been walking slowly that day.

On a mountain path, it was also late at night. The pitch-black night seemed very bleak.

Yan Huihong walked slowly and followed slowly, as though he was just looking at the last scene of the 'Mr. Wealth Disperser'.

Gradually, they reached the bottom of the mountain and entered the boundaries of the county city.

Yan Huihong looked at Wealth's slightly aged appearance. The vitality that he had lost along the way had caused his appearance to change. In reality, he might have died a long time ago. Even if he hadn't died previously, he definitely wouldn't be able to survive after losing so much vitality.

Origin energy wasn't like the Da Bai vegetables on the side of the road. It wasn't easy to replenish, and it was unimaginably expensive.

Wealth's body started to become more and more transparent. His footsteps also started to slow down. Slowly, he started to talk to himself. In reality, he hadn't stopped talking to himself ever since he had used the shovel to dig up his deceased wife's grave and retrieve the urn. However, the emotions in his words started to deepen, like a jar of wine that was rapidly accumulating over time.

Yan Huihong took a deep breath. Actually, there wasn't much to see, but for some reason, he seemed to be mesmerized.

Behind him, Bang Lou would occasionally tease the turtle. He was bored to death and didn't know what Yan Huihong was thinking. In reality, if it wasn't for the fact that he needed to obtain some information from Yan Huihong about the mystic realm, he would have left long ago.

Old Wealth looked left and right as though he was holding his wife's hand while shopping. In the end, Old Wealth seemed to have realized something. A child riding a bicycle directly passed through his body.

Old Wealth slumped to the ground.

Yan Huihong stood beside Old Wealth and listened to his final murmurs. It was as though he hadn't expected that he would die without even realizing it.

Yan Huihong squatted down beside him. He wanted to take a closer look at this guardian who was said to have lived for many years and watched generation after generation of big shots prove their Dao.

Old Wealth's face was sorrowful. It was 30% surprise, 70% relief. This seemed to be his own choice, and it was more like his final wish that he had waited for a long time.

But as a listener, who would be willing to die?

At least Yan Huihong didn't take life and death lightly. Otherwise, he would have died a long time ago.

The urn opened on its own, and the ashes started to scatter. Old Wealth's body started to emit specks of starlight. At the same time, his body started to become more and more transparent.

Was this the end?

Yan Huihong was a very calm person. Before becoming a listener, he was a hoodlum. He was very loyal and had been to the police several times. Feng Xiaogang's "Old Cannon" a few years ago seemed to be a microcosm of his previous life. Even after becoming a listener, some of his habits hadn't changed. The first time he met Su Bai, he felt that the junior Su Bai was quite interesting, so he gave him some pointers.

Now, watching this person, who used to be one of the giants, reach the last step of his life, it was a little sad.

In fact, Yan Huihong was also thinking about who killed Fugui.

Logically speaking, in this real world, there was nothing that could kill a giant like him except for the broadcast. But he had died in such a "bizarre" way.

From Yan Huihong's point of view, Xu Fugui's heart had died. When he dug up his wife's grave, he had already leaked his life force. It was because he was tired from the bottom of his heart and didn't want to live anymore.

There was nothing sadder than a dead heart. This was the most perfect example of Xu Fugui. Even Xu Fugui himself seemed to be caught off guard. Maybe after his heart died, everything ended too quickly. Maybe even if he followed his heart, he wasn't fully prepared.

After all, people were divided into two sides: rational and emotional.

Yan Huihong had seen many people die in various ways, but he had never seen a case where the heart died first and the body died later. Today was an eye-opener for him.

But at this moment, Yan Huihong, who was waiting for everything to end and then doing what he had to do, suddenly saw Xu Fugui, whose body was almost completely transparent, suddenly turn his head to look at him. Xu Fugui's gaze, Xu Fugui's expression, and Xu Fugui's tone at this time seemed to tell Yan Huihong that he was talking to him and that he could see him.

"Tell me, can a person still live without a heart?"

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PS: From "Investiture of the Gods", can a person live without a heart?