Luo Dongshui's big hand tightly held Wang Lang's palm, as if he wanted to use all the last strength of his life and incorporate all the guilt he had realized before his death into Wang Lang's palm.

The turbid tears broke the beads and kept flowing down both sides of the Luodongshui, endlessly. Luodongshui's sobs and crying sounds were still there.

The strong wind outside the door was a little higher than before, and the sound of the wind was sobbing, as if the sky was crying.

Wang Lang squatted beside Luo Dongshui's bed and looked at Luo Dongshui's side face.

It seemed like something was blocking his throat. Wang Lang instinctively didn't want to shout, but when he saw Luo Dongshui's appearance, Wang Lang still felt compassion. He wanted to open his mouth and shouted, but his mouth didn't listen to his orders, as if an invisible hand tightly clasped Wang Lang's mouth to prevent Wang Lang from speaking.

Wang Lang's Adam's apple scrolls up and down.

Luo Dongshui's eyes slowly closed, and Wang Lang felt that Luo Dongshui's hand's power was gradually losing, just as all the power of Luo Dongshui was flowing out of the crack of his hand.

"sorry."

Luo Dongshui said three words, the clearest words that he said in one night.

The moment the three words were finished, Luo Dongshui, who grabbed Wang Lang's palm, let go.

Wang Lang's Adam's apple scrolls up and down.

Luo Xu was stunned for a moment, gently pushed Luo Dongshui. When he felt that Luo Dongshui had passed away, Luo Xu finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears.

Qi Guxue burst into tears in grief, threw herself on the head of the bed, and cried loudly, "Grandpa."

Wang Lang looked at Luo Dongshui's side face, and was at a loss and his eyes were empty.

This is the first time I saw someone dying in front of me. That moment had a great impact on Wang Lang. Wang Lang had seen deaths many times, but never once. It made Wang Lang feel at a loss like before his eyes.

The dead person is an elder, but he is the elder who killed his mother and the only relative in his world who is related to blood. It is very contradictory.

Just watched him leave.

The three fat catfish sisters outside were crying loudly, and the crying sounded loudly. The three sisters rushed in, rushed to the edge of the bed, and grabbed Luo Dongshui's hand and cried loudly.

Soon, several of Luo Dongshui's granddaughters rushed over and knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

With a burst of crying, Wang Lang squatted there in a daze, with Luo Dongshui's hand still in his hand, and the remaining warmth was still there, but the person had passed away.

Feeling the gradually cold Luo Dongshui, Wang Lang felt his throat tight, his lips tight, and his eyes slightly red. He wanted to cry but couldn't cry.

On the other side, Luo Kun's face, who was lying on the stretcher on the ground, was exerting force, and tears fell silently from both sides of his cheeks.

Rumble!

The houses were trembling with lightning and thunder. The torrential rain came in an instant. The crackling sound of thunderstorms and the sorrowful crying of the room made the entire Luo family shrouded in grief.

Rumble!

The whimpering wind passed by, shaking the chandelier inside the room and shaking left and right, and the figures in the whole room were shaking. The wind made people's backs chill.

Luo Xu kept wailing, and finally his eyes stared at Luo Dongshui's body, and he fell straight backwards and completely fainted.

Wang Lang hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, and pinched the person and rescued him.

Luo Xu's eyes were filled with tears, looking at Wang Lang's elbow tightly with one hand, tears flowing out of his eyes.

It took a long time.

Luo Xu wiped his tears, "Wang Lang, can you ask your Feng Shui master friend to come over and arrange your funeral?"

Wang Lang nodded, "I'll do it as soon as the sky is dawn."

"Thank you."

Wang Lang didn't say anything. He turned around and went out. He wanted to go out and light a cigarette.

Now, smoking a cigarette at the door, Wang Lang looked at the sky.

The two Luo Dongshui's grandchildren next to him choked and whispered, "God was moved and cried."

Wang Lang didn't say anything, looking at the pouring rain outside that was still falling.

When a person dies, it is not a good thing to rain, and this will only delay the burial. The graves are soaked, so it will definitely be bad after being buried in the coffin.

This is not touched by God, it is the punishment God has made.

Wang Lang lit a cigarette and leaned against the door to smoke. I don’t know when the rain would stop, but it came suddenly. Before I knew it, outside the threshold, the rain had accumulated a foot high, and the speed of the sewer water could no longer keep up with the speed of precipitation.

Orchid walked towards Wang Lang gently and said softly, "Do you regret it?"

Wang Lang was stunned for a moment, "What do you regret?"

"The last time my uncle wanted to shout it out, but didn't he shout it out."

"Repent." Wang Lang said, but he immediately spoke, "but he is not guilty."

A long time ago.

Luo Dongshui told Wang Lang that he felt guilty but did not regret everything he had done before.

To this day, Wang Lang has said similar words, but they have two completely different meanings.

The cycle of cause and effect cannot be explained clearly or understood. These were not deliberately created by Wang Lang. It felt like all this was in the dark, and there was God's will.

Orchids stood side by side, looking at the heavy rain outside with Wang Lang. The rainwater had already been densely integrated into a very low-visibility wall.

A cigarette was finished smoking unknowingly. Wang Lang put out the cigarette butts, rubbed his face hard, and sent a text message to Huang Feishu, so that he could reply to the conversation when it was dawn.

Unexpectedly, Huang Feishi replied as soon as he sent it.

"Will the person be gone so quickly?"

Wang Lang only replied yes.

"I just said why it rained so hard. It turned out that Luo Dongshui died. Hehe, Luo Dongshui did something for the Luo family before he died. It's interesting." Huang Feishi laughed.

Wang Lang didn't understand why.

Huang Feishu said casually, "You will know in two days. I am on the mountain now. I will arrange my funeral for Luo Dongshui tomorrow. Let's have a death row first."

This fat man habitually kept Wang Lang indifferently. He hung up the phone quickly, which made Wang Lang feel a little tooth-ache.

Rumble!

There was lightning and thunder in the sky. Unexpectedly, the heavy rain became heavier and soon reached the bottom of the threshold. If it were the next time, it would be rushing into the house. This was the first time Wang Lang encountered such heavy rain.

Thunder rolled.

The Luo family's children and grandchildren, who were tired of crying, somehow did not know what happened, as if the switch was turned on by thunder. The fat catfish took the lead and started crying loudly again.

The crying and thunderstorm make people feel depressed.

Wang Lang lit another cigarette. While smoking, Wang Lang rubbed his eyes and looked at the thick rainy curtain.

The orchid next to him seemed to have seen it, and after looking at Wang Lang, he looked over there.

The blurry figure gradually became clearer and clearer, and finally showed a clear outline of a person.

Only then did Wang Lang clearly see the person coming.

A white dress is better than snow.

Carrying a three-foot long sword.

A pair of beautiful phoenix eyes.
Chapter completed!