Lifespan was different from Calamity Points.
Whether it was Shang Yaozhi or the Fifth Moon, their lifespan was actually very long.
However, if they couldn't pass that hurdle, they would die early.
This was called Calamity Points.
Calamity Points could be avoided by paying a certain price.
Lifespan had always been unchangeable.
This was something that was set at birth and would not be changed.
Caesar Laurent and the Vice Principal were able to live until today because their bodies had been modified by alchemy, and their cell division and differentiation had been stimulated to the limit of human beings.
However, the conditions for alchemy to modify the body were also very harsh.
Other than some rare alchemy materials, the modified person had to be under the age of 18.
After the age of 18, the body would be fully formed and there would be no other way.
Otherwise, if everyone could live for 300 years, the Earth would be in chaos.
Ying Zijin pinched Master Fu's wrist and remained silent.
She didn't lie to Old Mr. Zhong. Old Mr. Zhong's lifespan was 108 years old.
The rest of his life would be stable and there wouldn't be any major calamities.
However, Master Fu's lifespan was 85 years old.
This year, Master Fu was also 85 years old.
There was no difference at all.
Once one's lifespan was up, they would die.
Old Mr. Zhong saw that the girl didn't speak immediately and was a little unhappy. "According to what you said, Zijin, is it because your Grandpa Fu is better than me that you can't calculate it?"
Ying Zijin retracted her thoughts and was silent for a moment before saying, "Yes, that seems to be the case."
"Sigh." Old Mr. Zhong was depressed for the first time. "Why don't I believe it? He can't even beat me at chess."
"Alright, the child is just playing. Don't take it seriously." Master Fu didn't care. He just waved his hand and smiled. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm just having fun."
Ying Zijin stared at Master Fu's face and suddenly remembered when she first checked Master Fu's body more than half a year ago.
She had never felt so surprised before.
Earth was a world of science and technology. It was true that there were some supernatural aspects, such as alchemy, Feng Shui, Yin and Yang.
But after all, this was not the spiritual cultivation world that she had stayed in before, where there was such a mythical thing as the Primordial Spirit leaving one's body.
Master Fu's body had been poisoned for so long that the poison had seeped into his bones.
Even if the person who poisoned him didn't want him to die immediately, Master Fu shouldn't have lived for more than three years.
At that time, Fu Yunshen hadn't even grown up yet, let alone find a doctor from Continent O to make medicine to suppress the poison in his body.
What was it that had supported Master Fu for twenty years?
This was even more incredible than alchemy.
Ying Zijin finally understood.
This was a human belief.
Master Fu knew that if he left at that time, there would be no one to take care of Fu Yunshen who was only a few years old.
That belief that had supported him until now had already dissipated.
Master Fu smiled and slowly stopped smiling. He knocked on the table and said, "Old Man Zhong, I have something to tell Zijin in private."
"What is it?" Old Mr. Zhong was suspicious. "You're not going to do something bad behind my back, are you?"
Ying Zijin looked up. "Grandpa."
"Okay, okay." Old Mr. Zhong went upstairs with his hands behind his back.
He was just joking.
The atmosphere in the living room gradually became tense.
"Zijin, Grandpa Fu knows that it was you who saved me at that time." Master Fu broke the silence first and said in a kind voice, "Although I passed out at that time, I was conscious for a while."
"Without you, Grandpa Fu would have left long ago."
Ying Zijin didn't say anything.
At the final juncture, people were indeed able to sense their limits.
Master Fu already knew about it these days.
"Don't be sad. It's human nature to be born, grow old, get sick, and die. Also, this is a relief for me. I am really tired." Master Fu patted her shoulders and looked very serious. "I need your help with something."
Ying Zijin took a deep breath and calmed herself down. "What is it?"
"I'll leave Xiao Qi to you. He never cherishes his body and never thinks about himself." Master Fu sighed. "In the future, keep an eye on him and make sure he remembers to eat on time."
Having said that, he stood up slowly. "I'm going home now. Don't tell him what you've seen."
**
Master Fu returned to the Fu family alone without anyone to accompany him.
He lay in bed until the wee hours of the morning, but his mind was still very clear.
Outside the window, the night was dark and there was a gentle breeze.
Master Fu got up slowly from the bed, walked to the bookshelf, took down the photo frame and sat by the desk.
He wiped the photo frame with a gentle expression.
When Old Master Fu was young, he was handsome and had a carefree aura.
In the Fu family, Fu Yunshen was the one who resembled him the most. He had inherited his looks.
After Master Fu wiped away the dust on the photo frame, he said in a low voice, "Yuehua, we are going to meet again. I don't know if you will still recognize me when I die."
After a pause, he smiled and continued, "It doesn't matter if you don't recognize me. You know that I have a scar on my arm. At that time, you mistook me for an enemy and shot me. When you found out later, you were so worried that you cried."
As he spoke, he was immersed in the memories from a long time ago.
He and Yan Yuehua had met in the army. The first day they met, he had been hospitalized.
At that time, neither of them had expected that they would end up together.
But Yan Yuehua had died 20 years ago.
He should have accompanied her at that time, but he couldn't.
It was because he had to take care of Fu Yunshen.
Master Fu looked at the valiant woman in the photo frame and murmured, "Don't worry, Xiaoqi is fine. I raised him. It's a pity that we won't be able to see him get married and have children."
This was Master Fu's biggest regret.
But he had lived for 20 more years, so he had to be content.
After talking to Old Madam Fu, Master Fu took out a stack of letters and started to write.
This was for Fu Yunshen.
Master Fu wrote the beginning a few times, but he was not satisfied. He tore a piece of paper and started writing again.
It wasn't until he wrote the fourteenth piece of paper that he finally felt that his handwriting looked better.
Thus, he continued to write.
He wasn't very educated. He had joined the army after graduating from high school.
But he had written many love letters to Yan Yuehua, so it wasn't difficult for him to write a letter.
This letter took him an hour to write.
"Death isn't the end. It's the beginning of another grand adventure." Master Fu wrote this sentence at the end. "You must remember that Grandpa is watching you from above."
After he finished writing this long letter, he folded the letter and put it into an envelope before locking it in the drawer.
Then Master Fu took the photo frame and returned to the bed.
He placed the photo frame in front of him and closed his eyes.
**
The next day.
Seven in the morning.
Fu Mingcheng went to wake Master Fu up.
This was Old Mr. Zhong's instructions.
Actually, even without Old Mr. Zhong's instructions, Fu Mingcheng would have gone to wake him up.
Master Fu was a sleepy person. If no one woke him up, he might pass away in his sleep.
Fu Mingcheng knocked on the door first. When he didn't get any response, he pushed the door open and entered.
He walked to the window and drew the curtains open. Sunlight flooded in and lit up the room.
"Dad." Fu Mingcheng turned around. "Dad, it's time to get up."
Master Fu lay quietly on the bed.
"Dad?" Fu Mingcheng walked in. He thought that Master Fu was old and hard of hearing, so he called out a few more times. "Dad? Dad. "
After calling him soundless again, Master Fu still didn't get up.
Fu Mingcheng's expression changed and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He raised his trembling hand to check Master Fu's breathing.
There was no more.
Fu Mingcheng looked up abruptly and realized that Old Master Fu was still hugging a photo frame.
He knew what it was.
That was the first photo of Yan Yuehua and Master Fu.
Master Fu didn't look like he was in pain. There was even a faint smile on his face, as if he was having a good dream.
The old man had passed away peacefully in his sleep, without any illness or pain.
This was the end of a long life.
But Master Fu could still walk on his own these few days. He was very healthy.
It was so sudden that Fu Mingcheng couldn't react in time.
After a full ten minutes, his brain finally started to work slowly.
"Mingcheng." Madam Fu walked over. "Dinner is ready, Old Master …"
She suddenly paused and looked at the old man on the bed. She covered her mouth. "Oh my god …"
"The will!" Fu Mingcheng thought of the most important thing and said sternly, "Hurry and find the will!"
Madam Fu was also startled awake and immediately checked the bedroom.
With Master Fu gone, the Fu family was going to change and the entire Hu City would be in chaos.
The most important thing now was to get the will.
Also, they had to chase Fu Yunshen out of the Fu family.
— — Digression — —
I've been laying the groundwork for a long time, everyone.
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