Chapter 578

"My heart is gone. There's no point in living anymore."

Old Fugui seemed to be trying to stand up, but his body, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, seemed unable to withstand the movement. He did not stand up. Like an old man, he staggered as he walked. Most of his body was no longer listening to him. He looked down at the urn. The ashes inside had already scattered.

It was as if his wife had already left first. No, she was waiting for him in front.

Old Fugui sighed. He seemed to be talking to himself, but it also seemed like he was talking to Yan Huihong.

"When people get old, they always like to be long-winded.

Alas, his parents are not good, but who told me to be his adoptive father?

My life is bitter. Twenty years ago and twenty years later, I fell because of the same problem. "

Yan Huihong did not know what to say, but he could see that the former giant in front of him did not have much time left. Just now, Yan Huihong was sure that when he answered "I can live", he seemed to have sensed a special aura, as if the person in front of him could really come back to life immediately.

He was not bluffing, nor was he a fox pretending to be a tiger. He could really come back to life, but from his tone, it seemed like he had given up.

But how was that possible!

"Help me tell him that his parents can't give him what he wants. I've given it to him. If a person doesn't have a heart, he can live, but what's the point of living?

It's better to die! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Fugui's figure completely disappeared. It seemed that he had gone to follow his deceased wife.

At this point, the scene completely disappeared.

Everything came to an end. There was no sensational clamor, nor was there any multicolored light. It could not be considered spectacular, but it did not seem to be soul-stirring either.

He died more than half a year ago.

In fact, he really died half a year ago. He did not care about the previous opportunity at all. He wanted to die, so he died peacefully.

People wept only to live. When he felt that it was meaningless, even if there were opportunities everywhere in the world for him to live, he did not care.

He was willful.

Yan Huihong squatted on the spot in a daze. He did not understand why a listener, a listener of that level, would give up the opportunity to live.

Furthermore, he did not have time to ask who Fugui wanted him to pass on these words to.

Whose godfather are you? Who's lucky enough to inherit your inheritance and become your godson?

Thunderous Tower could finally get close. He squatted beside Yan Huihong and asked curiously, "What's going on?"

"Tell me, can a person live without a heart?" Yan Huihong asked Thunderous Tower.

"Tell me, can a person live without a heart?" Bang Lou took in a deep breath and continued, "I know that we are under a lot of pressure because we are trying to find a way to prove our Dao. However, Old Yan, please don't scare me. I wouldn't be surprised if you died in an accident, but you shouldn't collapse under this pressure, right? "Fugui Fugui is to die.

In the past, they were also three people, plus a Lanlin, but Lanlin died in the story world long ago, which was suicide.

Therefore, Bang Lou is more sensitive to this aspect. He is worried that Yan Huihong will go the old way of Lanlin.

. "Yan Huihong pouted like a child. He stood up slowly," What does a person have a heart? " Thunderous Tower watched from the side, not daring to leave. He was afraid that something would happen to Yan Huihong.

Bang Lou watched from the side and did not dare to leave, afraid that something would happen to Yan Huihong.

Yan Huihong looked at a glass window on the side of the street. Through the window, he saw himself, and of course, Bang Lou, who was standing beside him. At this moment, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as though he was thinking about something. He began to sink into a state of struggle and hesitation.

"Nonsense, of course I'm afraid." Thunderous Tower replied.

"But why did Lan Lin commit suicide?" Yan Huihong asked.

"…" Thunderous Tower fell silent. "Of course I'm afraid." Thunderous Tower replied.

"..." Thunderbolt was silent for a moment before replying, "Because she saw something scarier than death."

"Oh." Yan Huihong nodded. He did not comment on Thunderous Tower's answer. Then, he continued to look at himself. "Are you afraid of death?"

This time, Yan Huihong was not asking Thunderous Tower. He was asking himself in the mirror.

Yan Huihong's face was filled with shock, hesitation, and anxiety. All of these were naturally reflected in the mirror. He seemed to have fallen into the problem he had given himself. He looked embarrassed and lost.

"I … should be afraid too." Yan Huihong answered himself seriously.

"Old Yan, hey, Old Yan!" Thunderous Tower felt that it would be too late if he did not wake Yan Huihong up. He realized that Yan Huihong's expression was very similar to Lan Lin's.

"Then, why isn't he afraid of death?" Yan Huihong asked. It was as though he was pondering this question with his own reflection. "Giving up hope of resurrection. How can there be such a person?"

Yan Huihong squatted down in front of the mirror.

This was a barber shop. The boss walked out angrily when he saw a man squatting by his door and window.

Thunderous Tower opened his arms. In that instant, everyone and everything on the street seemed to be in slow motion.

"Thunderous Tower, tell me, what criteria does it use to choose its audience?" Yan Huihong asked.

"How would I know? I'm not it." Thunderous Tower coaxed Yan Huihong as though he was a child.

"But I know, it only chooses those who are afraid of death.

Throughout the ages, batches of ordinary people have been chosen. They are afraid of death, so they struggle in the world of stories. They struggle in the circle of the audience.

And the stronger they are, the higher their realm is, the more they fear death. Perhaps it is because newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. But no matter the reason, under the fear of death, they become the puppets of the broadcast.

Usually, they become the playthings of the broadcast. In the end, they are led onto the train and sent to the other world as cannon fodder.

I don't know if anyone has resisted in the past, but ever since I became the audience, I have rarely seen anyone who dares to resist it. They are all very secretive about it.

In the past, I met one. He buried his love to prove his Dao. He smuggled himself back from that world to seek revenge on the broadcast. In the end, he met a tragic end. He was pulled into the world of stories, and even his inheritance was stripped away. The broadcast was redistributed as a reward.

But it was because of his hatred. For the sake of entertainment, for the sake of his own preferences, the broadcast forced him to a time where his wife died in front of him.

Hatred is an emotion that can drive people mad. Actually, it is also a kind of goal. When you have hatred, when you feel joy, anger, sorrow, or joy, your emotions will control your actions. This is within Yue Zihong's logic.

Even your empty and boring yawn is actually a kind of purpose … "

Yan Huihong chattered to himself. He spoke faster and faster, his eyes glowing brighter and brighter.

This bright light caused Thunderbolt Tower, who was standing at the side, to shudder in fear. He really didn't know how to deal with it.

"Do you still remember what my dream was in the past?" Yan Huihong pointed at himself in the glass.

Yan Huihong thought about it and answered himself, "A group of brothers who could gather and drink together every day."

Yan Huihong reached out and touched the glass with his fingertips. He closed his eyes and said slowly,

"Life is life, death is death. We, the audience, are things that can't be brought with us in life or taken with us in death. No one knows of your existence, and your death will help you erase it.

But why should I be like a grasshopper being urged to jump around by others?

I still have a heart. Or perhaps I don't have a heart, but I know that I don't want to die now. Apart from a bunch of miscellaneous things, I'm living quite comfortably.

So, there's nothing I can't bear to part with, and there's nothing I can't let go of. "

Yan Huihong turned around and faced Thunderous Tower. The beard on his face trembled in excitement. "I will try my best to live. I will live at all costs …"

"Mm …" Thunderous Tower could only nod in response. He couldn't possibly say "No, go to hell."

"But if I really die one day, I hope that I can be as calm as I am now. Brother, have you read the Analects of Confucius?" Yan Huihong asked again.

"Have you forgotten that I graduated from the Chinese Literature Department? I'm from a scholarly family after all. You want to compete with me in terms of culture? I can still recite the Analects of Confucius. "

"Alright, let me ask you. Sima Niu said, 'Everyone has brothers, but I die alone.'"

Thunderous Tower answered without hesitation, "Zixia said, 'Life and death are determined by fate, riches and honor are determined by the heavens …'"

Before Thunderous Tower could finish reciting, Yan Huihong suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Life and death are determined by fate, riches and honor are determined by the heavens!"

…

On a plane from Chengdu to Qinhuangdao, Boss Liang, who was dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with surprise as he said, "So fast?"

For a moment, Boss Liang suddenly felt a sense of loneliness. Originally, you were the only one, but now, you weren't. Naturally, he felt a sense of loss and loss. However, Boss Liang still shook his head in a self-deprecating manner. He smiled and looked out of the porthole. The plane had already arrived in Hebei and should be arriving soon.

…

Thunderous Tower looked at his old friend in disbelief. This was because the scene before him was too unbelievable, and it brought him a great shock and excitement.

He saw Yan Huihong's eyes start to shine brighter and brighter,

He saw Yan Huihong's body start to emit a white light,

He saw that Yan Huihong's aura was like boiling water, as if it was boiling.

He saw,

Above Yan Huihong's head,

A gigantic phantom tombstone appeared in front of him!

From today onwards,

The big shots of the world,

No longer the only one!