"I'm gone, and it's meaningless to be alive."

Lao Fugui seemed to try to stand up, but his body as thin as a cicada wing could not withstand this movement. He didn't stand up, like an octogenarian, with his staggering steps and most of his body was out of control. He looked down at the urn, and the ashes inside had already flew out.

It seemed as if her first wife had already taken a step forward, no, she was waiting for her in front of her.

Lao Fugui sighed, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to Yan Huihong:

“When people get old, they always like to talk a little;

Alas, his parents are not a thing, but who told me to be his godfather?

My life is so bad that I fell into trouble twenty years ago and twenty years later.”

Yan Huihong didn't know what to say next to him, but he could see that the former giant in front of him had no time, and just now, Yan Huihong was convinced that when he answered "can live", he seemed to sense a special aura in his darkness, as if the person in front of him could really be resurrected immediately.

He was not bluffing, nor was he faked to be a tiger. He could really be resurrected, but listening to his words, it seemed like he had given up.

But, how is it possible!

"Tell him for me, his parents can't give him what he has, and I give him my godfather. People can live without their hearts, but what's the point of living?

It’s better to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Fugui's figure completely disappeared, as if he was following his deceased wife.

And the picture here completely disappeared here.

Everything ended in this dust, without any sensational noise, nor any radiance of rays. It was not as exciting as it was, and it seemed that it was not as exciting as it was.

He died more than half a year ago.

In fact, he really died half a year ago. He didn't like the previous opportunity at all. He wanted to die, so he died calmly.

People cry and live for the sake of survival, but when they find it boring, even if the world is full of opportunities for him to survive, he will not look down on it.

He is willful.

Yan Huihong squatted in place blankly. He didn't understand why one listener, one listener at that level, would give up the opportunity to survive.

Moreover, he had not had time to ask, who did Fugui mean to convey these words to?

Whose godfather is you, who is so lucky to be your godson with your inheritance?

At this time, Pilou was finally able to approach, and also squatted down beside Yan Huihong, asking curiously: "What's going on?"

"You said, can people live without their hearts?" Yan Huihong asked, looking at Pilou.

"Have you got into your mind?" Pilou took a deep breath and continued, "I know that we are under great pressure to find a way to prove the truth, but Lao Yan, don't scare me. I'm not surprised if you die if you die in an accident, but you won't collapse under this pressure, right? That's really inexplicable."

In the past, they were also three people, plus one Lan Lin, but Lan Lin had already died in the story world and committed suicide.

Therefore, Pilou seems to be more sensitive to this aspect of things, and he is very worried that Yan Huihong will take the old path of Lan Lin.

"People are heartless." Yan Huihong pouted, and slowly stood up like a child. "What does it mean if people are heartless?"

Pilou was watching from the side, but he didn't dare to leave, for fear that something would happen to Yan Huihong.

Yan Huihong looked at a glass window by the street. From the window, he saw himself, and of course, the thunder building standing beside him. At this time, his brows began to frown more and more, as if he was thinking about something and began to fall into a struggle and hesitation.

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

"Absolutely, of course I'm afraid." Pilou replied.

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

"……………” Pilou was silent for a moment, and replied, "Because she saw something more terrifying than death."

"Oh." Yan Huihong nodded, and seemed to be a little unanimous to Pilou's answer. Then he continued to look at himself in the window, "Are you afraid of death?"

This time, Yan Huihong asked not about Pilou, but about himself, and about himself in the mirror.

Yan Huihong's face showed surprise, hesitation, and uneasiness. All of this was naturally presented in the mirror. He seemed to be really trapped in the problem he gave him, looking a little embarrassed and confused.

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

"Old Yan, hey, Lao Yan!" Pilou felt that it would be too late to wake up Yan Huihong, because he found that Yan Huihong's current expression was very similar to Lan Lin at the time.

"So, why isn't he afraid of death?" Yan Huihong asked in confusion, as if at this moment, he was thinking about this question with himself in the mirror, "How could there be such a person with him to give up the hope of resurrection?"

Yan Huihong squatted down next to the mirror again.

This is a barber shop. The owner saw a guy squatting beside the door and window of his house and chatting and walked out in anger.

The Pilou stretched out his hands, and in an instant, the people and things on this small street nearby were in a slow motion at this moment.

"Pilou, what standards do you use when it chooses the audience?" Yan Huihong asked.

"How do I know, I'm not it." Pilou coaxed Yan Huihong as if he was coaxing a child.

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

Looking at the past and present, China and abroad, batches of ordinary people have been selected for so many generations. They are afraid of death, so they are struggling in the story world and in the audience circle.

And the stronger they are and the higher their realm, they often become more afraid of death. Perhaps the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, but no matter what the reason is, under the fear of death, they become puppets on the radio.

Usually, they become radio playthings for radio plaything, and in the end, they will be led onto the train to another world to act as cannon fodder.

I don’t know if anyone has resisted before, but since I became an audience, I have rarely seen anyone dare to resist it and are very secretive about it.

I have seen the one who died before, and was smuggled back from that world with a hatred for the broadcast, and wanted to seek revenge on the radio. As a result, the ending was miserable and was pulled into the story world by the radio. Even his own inheritance was stripped out and was re-distributed by the radio as a reward for the story world.

But he forced a time for him to be hated, for fun, and for his own preferences, and let his wife die in front of him.

Hate is an emotion, which can make people crazy, but in fact, it is also a purpose. When you have hatred, when you have joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, emotions dominate your behavior, which is reasonable.

Even if you yawn in vain and boring, it is actually a purpose………………”

Yan Huihong kept talking to himself, the faster he spoke, and even his eyes became brighter and brighter.

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

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

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

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

"Life is life, death is death. Our listeners are things that life does not bring about death. No one knows your existence, and your death will help you erase it.

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

I still have a heart, or I may not have one, but I know I don’t want to die now. Leaving a lot of messy things, I am still living a pretty comfortable life.

So, there is nothing to be reluctant to let go, and there is nothing to be put down."

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

"Well..." Pilou could only nod and respond, but he could not answer "No, go and die."

"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.

"You forgot that I graduated from the Chinese department? I am a scholarly family after all. You, a rough man in society, want to compete with me in culture? I can still recite "The Analects of Confucius"."

"Okay, I'll ask you: Sima Niuyou said, 'Everyone has brothers, I'm alone dead.'"

Pilou replied directly without thinking: "Zixia said: 'Shang has heard of it: Life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in heaven..."

Before the Pilou was finished carrying the thunder house, Yan Huihong suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

"Life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in heaven!"

……………………

On a plane from Chengdu to Qinhuangdao, Boss Liang, who was dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes, looked surprised, and said unexpectedly: "So fast?"

For a moment, Boss Liang suddenly felt lonely. Originally, you were the only one, but now, you are not, so naturally he felt confused and lost. But Boss Liang still shook his head in self-deprecatingly, smiled again, and looked out the porthole. The plane had arrived in Hebei and should be almost here.

……………………

Pilou looked at the old friend and bad friend in front of him in disbelief, because the scene in front of him was too incredible and brought him a great shock and excitement.

He saw Yan Huihong's eyes becoming brighter and brighter.

He saw a white light beginning to bloom from Yan Huihong's body.

He saw Yan Huihong's breath as if boiling boiling water,

He saw,

Yan Huihong's head,

A huge tombstone appeared!

From today,

The world's boss,
Chapter completed!