Chapter 921 Life and Death Are Determined by Destiny, Wealth and Honor Are in Heaven!

"My heart is gone, and living is meaningless."

Old Fugui seemed to be trying to stand up, but his body, as thin as a cicada, seemed unable to withstand this movement. He did not stand up, like an octogenarian, staggering and most of his body was no longer in control. He looked down. When I opened the urn, the ashes inside had scattered.

It seemed as if his first wife had already taken a step ahead, no, she was waiting for him in front.

Old Fugui sighed, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was specifically speaking to Yan Huihong:

“As people get older, they always like to chatter;

Alas, his parents are nothing, but who told me that I wanted to be his godfather;

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

Yan Huihong didn't know what to say next to him, but he could see that the former giant in front of him had little time. And just now, Yan Huihong was sure that when he answered "I can live", he was in trouble. It seemed that he 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 pretending to be powerful. He could really come back to life, but listening to his words, it sounded like he had given up.

But, how is it possible!

"Tell him for me, what his parents can't give him, I will give it to his godfather. If a person has no heart, he can live, but what's the point of living?

It's better to die! "

As soon as he finished speaking, the old rich man's figure completely disappeared, as if he had followed his deceased wife.

And the picture here has completely disappeared at this point.

Everything came to an end. There was no sensational hustle and bustle, and there was no brilliance. It was not spectacular, and it seemed that it was not thrilling.

He died more than half a year ago,

In fact, he really died six months ago. He didn't appreciate the previous opportunity at all. He wanted to die, so he died peacefully.

People in the world cry and cry just to survive, and when he feels that it is boring, even if the world is full of opportunities for him to survive, he will not care.

He is willful.

Yan Huihong squatted on the spot in a daze. He couldn't understand why an audience, an audience of that level, would give up the chance of survival.

Moreover, before he had time to ask, who was Fugui trying to convey these words to?

Whose godfather are you, and who is so lucky to use your inheritance as your godson?

At this time, Pililou was finally able to get closer, and he squatted down beside Yan Huihong, and asked curiously: "What's going on?"

"You said, can a person live without a heart?" Yan Huihong asked, looking at Pili Tower.

"Are you out of your mind?" Piao Lou took a deep breath and continued, "I know we are under a lot of pressure now because we are looking for a way to attain enlightenment, but Lao Yan, please don't scare me. If something happens to you, I'm not surprised if you die, but you won't collapse under the pressure, right? That's really inexplicable."

In the past, they were also a threesome, plus Lan Lin, but Lan Lin had died in the story world long ago, committing suicide.

Because of this, Piao Lou seems to be more sensitive to this aspect. He is very worried that Yan Huihong will follow Lan Lin's old path.

"People have no heart." Yan Huihong pouted, like a child, and stood up slowly, "People have no heart. What does it mean?"

Pei Lou watched from the side and did not dare to leave, for fear that something would happen to Yan Huihong.

Yan Huihong looked at a glass window on the side of the street. From the window, he saw himself, and of course, Piao Lou standing next to him. At this time, his brows began to frown more and more, as if thinking Looking at something, I started to fall into a kind of struggle and hesitation.

"Peilou, are you afraid of death?" Yan Huihong suddenly asked again.

"Nonsense, of course I'm afraid." Piao Lou replied.

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

"..." Piao Lou was silent for a moment, but still replied, "Because she saw something more terrifying than death."

"Oh." Yan Huihong nodded, seemingly noncommittal to Piao Lou's answer, and then he continued to look at himself in the window, "Are you afraid of death?"

This time, Yan Huihong was not asking about Piao Lou, but about himself. He was asking about himself in the mirror.

Yan Huihong's face showed emotions of surprise, hesitation, and uneasiness. All these were naturally shown in the mirror. He seemed to be really stuck in the problems he had given himself, looking a little embarrassed and confused.

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

"Lao Yan, hello, Lao Yan!" Piao Lou felt that it would be too late if he didn't wake Yan Huihong up, because he found that Yan Huihong's current expression and demeanor were very similar to Lan Lin's.

"Then, why is he not afraid of death?" Yan Huihong asked doubtfully, as if he was thinking about this problem with himself in the mirror at this moment, "How can there be such a person who gives up the hope of resurrection from the dead? "

Yan Huihong squatted down by the mirror again.

This was a barber shop. The owner of the shop came out angrily when he saw a guy squatting by the door and window of his house chattering.

Pili opened his hands, and in an instant, the people and objects in the nearby street fell into a slow motion.

"Pei Lou, tell me, what criteria does it use to select its audience?" Yan Huihong asked.

"How do I know? I'm not it." Piao Lou coaxed Yan Huihong like a child.

“But I know that it only chooses those who are afraid of death.

Throughout so many generations at home and abroad, batches of ordinary people have been selected. They are afraid of death, so they struggle in the world of stories and in the circle of listeners.

And the stronger they are and the higher their realm, the more they become afraid of death. Maybe they are newborn calves not afraid of tigers, but for whatever reason, under the fear of death, they become the puppets of the broadcast.

Usually, they become the playthings of the broadcast for the entertainment of the broadcast. In the end, they will be led on the train and go to another world to serve as cannon fodder.

I don’t know if anyone has resisted it before, but since I became a listener, I have rarely seen anyone dare to resist it, and they all keep it secret.

In the past, I had seen that one, Burying Love, who smuggled back from that world with a hatred for the broadcast and wanted to seek revenge on the broadcast. The result was a tragic ending. He was pulled into the world of the story by the broadcast, and even his own inheritance was lost. It was stripped out and redistributed as a story world reward by the broadcaster.

But he did it out of hatred, because the broadcast, for the sake of fun and his own preferences, forcibly arranged a time for him to let his wife die in front of him.

Hate is an emotion that can drive people crazy. In fact, it is also a purpose. When you have hatred, when you have joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, your emotions will control your behavior, which is also reasonable for Yue Zihong.

In fact, even if you yawn in vain and boringly, it is actually a purpose..."

Yan Huihong kept chattering to himself, the faster he talked, the faster he talked, and his eyes even became brighter and brighter as he talked.

This kind of bright light made Pililou on one side look a little frightened. He really didn't know how to deal with it.

"Do you still remember what my previous dream was?" Yan Huihong asked, pointing to himself in the glass.

Yan Huihong thought for a while and answered himself: "A group of brothers can get together and drink together every day."

Yan Huihong stretched out his hand, touched the glass with his fingertips, closed his eyes, and then said slowly:

"Life is life, death is death. We, the audience, are the things that life does not bring and death does not take away. No one knows about your existence. Your death will help you erase it.

But why bother being urged to jump around like a grasshopper?

I still have a heart, or maybe I don't have a heart, but I know that I don't want to die now, and apart from a lot of miscellaneous things, I am living quite comfortably.

Therefore, there is nothing to be reluctant to give up and nothing to let go of. "

Yan Huihong turned around and faced Pili Tower. The beard on his face trembled, as if he was a little excited. "I will try my best to live and live at all costs..."

"Well..." Piao Lou could only nod in response. He couldn't answer "No, go to hell."

"But if I really die one day, I hope 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 Department? After all, I am also from a scholarly family. You, a gangster from society, want to compete with me in culture? I can still memorize "The Analects of Confucius"."

"Okay, let me ask you: Sima Niu said worriedly: 'Everyone has brothers, but I will perish alone.'"

Pililou answered directly without thinking: "Zixia said: 'Shang heard this: life and death have destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven...'"

Before Piao Lou could finish memorizing it, Yan Huihong suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven!"

………………

On a plane flying from Chengdu to Qinhuangdao, Boss Liang, who was taking a nap, suddenly opened his eyes with a look of surprise, and unexpectedly said: "So fast?"

For a moment, Boss Liang suddenly felt lonely. Originally, you were the only one, but now you are not. Naturally, he felt confused and lost. However, Boss Liang still shook his head in a self-deprecating manner, smiled again, and looked out the window. , the plane has arrived in Hebei and should be arriving soon.

………………

Pilou looked at his old friend and damaged friend in disbelief, because the scene in front of him was so unbelievable, and it gave him a great shock and excitement.

He saw Yan Huihong's eyes starting to get brighter and brighter,

He saw Yan Huihong's body begin to bloom with a white light,

He saw that Yan Huihong's breath seemed to be boiling like boiling water.

He saw,

Yan Huihong’s head,

A huge tombstone appeared!

From today on,

Big boss in the world,

No longer the only one!