Fang Xin turned around and made a hushing gesture to her, "Grandpa Chu said to be gentle, so you must be careful and keep your voice down."

"Okay! I'll do as you say."

Zhou Xiang carried his nephew into his bedroom, put him on the bed, and squatted in front of him. "Tell me, aunt, why were you frowning just now?"

Zhou Yan looked at his father behind his aunt.

Zhou Xiang waved his hand and said, "It's okay, let your father listen."

Zhou Yan then said, "At that moment, I felt the energy of life slipping away, and it was quite fast."

"So, do you feel the amount of life?"

Zhou Yan wanted to shake his head, but seeing his aunt's persistent look, he nodded.

"How many?"

“53.”

"So the average age is less than 59?"

Zhou Yan nodded, "That should be it. The frown just now was because I was feeling the amount of life that was passing away, about a year or so."

Zhou Xiang frowned. In just a moment, more than a year had passed. During the time when the flame was pulled out of the lamp, all that was burned was life energy.

"Ling Ran, go get the lamp."

"OK."

Zhou Niao sat beside his son distressedly and held his hand. "Don't be afraid, son. Your aunt has a way. Trust your aunt."

Zhou Yan, in turn, comforted his father, "Dad, don't be afraid. I will get married and have children soon, and let your grandchildren take care of you in your old age."

Zhou Xiang, who was lost in thought, raised his hand and flicked his finger on his nephew's forehead. "What are you daydreaming about? Have you forgotten the medicine I gave you?"

Zhou Yan stroked his forehead and said, "Hehehe, I was so nervous just now that I forgot."