"I understand your desire to save him, but now, even if you go, it will be in vain, and you might even get all three of us caught in the crossfire!"
At this moment, Fatty Zhou wanted to open his eyes again, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.
The wind stopped, and even the sunlight seemed to cease its movement, making the shopkeepers appear like strands of golden silk.
The asphalt roads looked as if they were plated with gold, giving them a false sense of brilliance.
Mr. He's banging motion on the door remained frozen in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, I found that my vision began to blur, as if a layer of frosted glass was covering it.
Further on, you can hear the shouts of Fatty Zhou and the girl.
"What's going on? Where did this sorcery come from! Come at me, don't mess with my brother!"
"What should I do, Master! I feel like my sense of direction is also a bit off!"
"Brother... can't see anything."
For a moment, the voices of those people sounded so chaotic and disorderly.
Nearly two minutes later, I heard a series of crackling sounds of knives and guns.
There was also a slight crackling sound from the electrical current, which almost made my eardrums hurt.
"What's going on? Has things gotten chaotic again?"
I couldn't help but speak up.
We haven't seen anything yet, and we've only bumped into Fatty Zhou, so we have to move on to another place?
But there was no white light like in the pictures online. I looked in front of me and focused carefully. In the blurry light and shadow, I saw Boss He rushing into the building!
And I don't know when he suddenly had a rusty kitchen knife in one of his hands.
The other hand holds a long-handled object, such as a rake or a shovel.
I can't see it very clearly; it's all rather blurry.
It was at this moment that I heard the others shout that they had seen the same thing as me.
"The master can't move, but he can see a little bit!"
The lightning sword also transmits sound.
Just then, Boss He rushed in, and inside was a group of men in black, just like the group that had kidnapped Xiao Zhang before.
"Give me back my apprentice! Where have you hidden him?!"
The old man's voice was hoarse and filled with anger.
He was completely different from the calm and collected Boss He from before.
Fatty Zhou leaned forward, squinted at it for a long time, but still couldn't understand it.
"Brother, don't fight them for someone who's already dead!"
Zhou Pangzi's voice was loud enough, but no one responded to him.
Immediately following, a long fight broke out, and all I could hear were the sounds of Old Man He's enthusiasts.
It sounded like a knife going into the stomach, followed by several more stabs.
As our vision gradually cleared, we saw that Boss He had collapsed to the ground. His once hunched but still energetic back now seemed to have been drained of all its strength.
Notably, a plume of blue smoke slowly drifted into the building from the center of his vital point.
The more he drifted, the emptier and weaker the old man's eyes became, and the more he looked like a fool.
These must be some fragments of his memories. After leaving them here, the old man became suspicious and unable to piece together his memories every time he met us.
Instead, he needs certain scenarios to suddenly realize what's happening.
Just like when we first met the old man, he was cursing and swearing, but he didn't recognize us.
At this moment, Old Man He's skin suddenly became wrinkled, even more wrinkled than before, and the surface turned grayish.
The wrinkles on his face were exactly the same as when I first saw him, and his hair was completely white.
The light in Mr. He's eyes, which used to shine with determination, has now become utterly empty.
Her tattered clothes were already uneven, and now they had several large holes in them, with a faint blue mist floating on her exposed skin.
The dark figures beside them also vanished at that moment, and the door slammed shut.
Only two stone lions remained, squatting there menacingly.
Don't overthink it, I've seen this situation far too many times.
He... died.
Zhou Pangzi and I were both dumbfounded, standing there motionless.
Soon, Fatty Zhou opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't utter a word for a long time. In the end, he just let out a heavy sigh.
"I told you so, I told you he couldn't die of old age. He was so ruthless, he worked his whole life!"
Immediately following this was Fatty Zhou bursting into uncontrollable sobs.
This is the first time I've seen him like this.
"These bastards have ruined it, they've ruined it!"
Yiyi stood beside them, also remaining silent.
For a moment, the air was thick with a sense of oppression.
Looking at the weak old man on the ground, my heart ached.
The scenes he described before, such as growing crops with Xiao Zhang while staying at the inn, and bringing prosperity to the entire western region, are still vivid in my mind.
Now, his energy and spirit have been completely drained, and he has become the same sharp-tongued and mean-spirited person he was when he first met us.
"What...is that?"
Yiyi's voice trembled slightly.
I looked in the direction she was pointing, and the light and shadow began to flicker. When it stabilized again, Boss He had slowly floated up.
It was like a ghost, with a semi-transparent body and a pickaxe in its hand.
So broken, yet so upright.
It was when we first met him that he was carrying that gun on his back!
Old Man He wandered aimlessly around the building, muttering to himself.
"We need to find good tools...and a good piece of land."
Choose plump seeds...
Turning over the soil...
As they floated, Old Man He suddenly stopped, looked up at a certain spot in the air, and his voice became urgent.
"It's almost midnight...it's almost dawn...put in the books! Xiao Zhang! Did you collect the register at the counter? It's midnight, put in the books!"
My heart skipped a beat!
Could this be the time he mentioned when he first met us?
It was at this time that Fatty Zhou told me that Boss He used to have a habit of checking the day's accounts again every day at dawn.
I finally understand why, when Old He first knocked on the door wanting to check into the hotel, and we asked him what time it was, he replied that it wasn't even midnight yet.
As for Xiao Zhang, he told me that he was going to stand his last shift. Even when I first met him on the second floor, the door that was open let in the evening light that was about to fall.
But at that time, the girl's energy was at its peak, which is the most reliable standard.
In other words, when we were at the store, the actual time was definitely before 4 a.m.
In the end, the time they both remembered was spent on their own obsessions.
They all remained on the one thing they couldn't let go of.
Fatty Zhou wiped his face, his voice hoarse, and began to plead for justice for Old Man He.
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