Chapter 293 Chaos in Shanghai [3rd Update]
Lifespan is different from calamity.
Both Shang Yaozhi and Wu Yue had originally had very long lifespans.
However, a break appeared on the lifeline.
So if you can't get over that hurdle, you'll die prematurely.
This is called the "robbery point".
Paying a certain price can help avoid a calamity, which can be considered as extending one's lifespan.
Lifespan is something that cannot be changed.
This is predetermined at birth and cannot be changed.
Caesar Laurent and the vice-principal are alive today because their bodies have been modified by alchemy, and their cell division and differentiation have been stimulated to the limits of human capabilities.
The conditions for alchemy to modify the body are also very demanding.
Apart from some rare alchemical materials that are extremely rare worldwide, the age of the person being modified must also be under eighteen.
After the age of eighteen, the body reaches adulthood and is fully developed, and there's nothing that can be done about it.
Otherwise, if everyone could live for three hundred years, the earth would be in chaos.
Ying Zijing held onto Old Master Fu's wrist, remaining silent without saying a word.
She didn't lie to Grandpa Zhong; his lifespan was 108 years.
The rest of their lives were peaceful and uneventful, without any major setbacks.
But Mr. Fu's lifespan was 85 years.
This year, Mr. Fu is also 85 years old.
There is absolutely no difference.
When one's lifespan ends, one will pass away.
When Grandpa Zhong noticed that the girl didn't speak immediately, he was surprised and a little displeased: "According to what you're saying, Zijing, it's not because your Grandpa Fu is more capable than me, so you can't figure it out, is it?"
Ying Zijing snapped out of her thoughts, paused for a moment, and then said, "Hmm, it seems so."
"Sigh." For the first time, Grandpa Zhong was frustrated. "I don't believe it. He can't even beat me at chess."
"Alright, you're taking it too seriously just because the child is playing around." Grandpa Fu didn't mind at all, he just waved his hand and smiled, "It's nothing, it's just for fun."
Ying Zijing stared at Old Master Fu's face and suddenly remembered when she first examined Old Master Fu's body more than half a year ago.
She truly felt an unprecedented sense of surprise.
Earth is a technological world, but there are certainly some supernatural aspects, such as alchemy and feng shui.
But it wasn't the spiritual cultivation world she had once lived in, where there was such a mythical thing as the primordial spirit leaving the body.
Old Master Fu's body had been ravaged by toxins for so long that the poison had seeped into his bone marrow.
Even if the person who poisoned him didn't intend for him to die immediately, Old Master Fu wouldn't have lived more than three years.
At that time, Fu Yunshen was still a child, let alone going to O Continent to find a doctor to make medicine to suppress the poison in his body.
What has sustained Grandpa Fu for twenty years?
This is even more incredible than alchemy.
Ying Zijin finally understood.
This is a person's belief.
Grandpa Fu knew that if he left then, there would be no one to take care of Fu Yunshen, who was only a few years old.
That belief sustained him until now, but it has now dissipated.
Grandpa Fu smiled for a while, then slowly stopped smiling and tapped the table: "Old Zhong, I have something I want to tell Zijing in private."
"What did you say?" Old Master Zhong asked suspiciously. "You're not planning to do something bad behind my back, are you?"
Ying Zijing raised her eyelashes: "Grandpa."
"Alright, alright." Old Master Zhong went upstairs with his hands behind his back.
He was just saying it casually.
The atmosphere in the living room gradually became tense.
“Zijin, Grandpa Fu knows that you were the one who saved me back then.” Grandpa Fu broke the silence first, his voice kind and gentle. “Although I was unconscious at the time, I was conscious for a while.”
"Without you, Grandpa Fu would have passed away long ago."
Ying Zijin remained silent.
In the final moments, people can indeed sense their own impending doom.
Old Master Fu already knew about it these past few days.
"Don't be sad. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of life. Besides, this is a relief for me. I'm really tired." Grandpa Fu patted her shoulder, his expression very solemn. "There's one thing I need your help with."
Ying Zijing took a slow breath to calm herself down: "Please speak."
"I'm entrusting Xiao Qi to you. He's never taken good care of his health and never thinks about himself." Old Master Fu sighed. "From now on, just keep an eye on him and make sure he remembers to eat on time."
After saying that, he slowly stood up: "I'm going home first. Don't tell him what you found out."
**
Old Master Fu returned to the Fu family home alone, without anyone accompanying him.
He lay in bed, his mind still clear, until the early hours of the morning.
The night outside the window was dark and a gentle breeze was blowing.
Grandpa Fu slowly got out of bed, walked to the bookshelf, took down the photo frame, and sat down at the desk.
He wiped the picture frame, his expression gentle.
When he was young, Mr. Fu was handsome and dashing.
The Fu family, and Fu Yunshen, is the one who most resembles him, inheriting his physical characteristics.
After wiping all the dust off the photo frame, Grandpa Fu spoke in a low voice: "Yuehua, we're going to meet again. I wonder if you'll still recognize me now that I'm so old."
He paused, smiled, and continued, "It's okay if you don't recognize me. You know I have a scar on my arm. You mistook me for an enemy and shot me. You even cried when you found out."
As he spoke, he became lost in distant memories.
He met Yan Yuehua in the army, and on the very first day they met, he ended up in the hospital.
At the time, neither of them expected that they would end up together.
But Yan Yuehua also died twenty years ago.
He should have gone with her then, but he couldn't.
Because he had to take care of Fu Yunshen.
Looking at the spirited woman in the photo frame, Grandpa Fu murmured, "Don't worry, Xiao Qi is doing well. I raised him. It's just a pity that we won't be able to see him get married and have children."
This was Mr. Fu's biggest regret.
But he has already lived twenty years longer than expected, so he should be content.
After speaking with Madam Fu, Old Master Fu took out a stack of letter paper and began writing a letter.
This was written for Fu Yunshen.
Grandpa Fu wrote the beginning several times, but he was still very dissatisfied with each one, so he tore up the paper and rewrote it.
It wasn't until he had written the fourteenth page that he finally felt his handwriting looked a little better.
So he continued writing.
He didn't actually have a high level of education; he joined the army after graduating from high school.
However, he had written many love letters to Yan Yuehua, so writing letters was not difficult for him.
It took me an hour to write this letter.
"Death is not the end; it is the beginning of another grand adventure." Grandpa Fu wrote these last words. "Remember, Grandpa is always watching over you from heaven."
After he finished writing the long letter, he folded the letter, put it in an envelope, and locked it in the drawer.
Afterwards, Grandpa Fu took the photo frame and went back to bed.
He placed the photo frame in front of him with both hands and closed his eyes.
**
the next day.
Seven o'clock in the morning.
Fu Mingcheng went to call Old Master Fu.
This is Mr. Zhong's advice.
Actually, even without Grandpa Zhong's instructions, Fu Mingcheng would have gone to call him.
Grandpa Fu was a heavy sleeper; if no one woke him up, he might just pass away in his sleep.
Fu Mingcheng knocked on the door first, but received no response, so he pushed the door open and went in.
He walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and sunlight streamed in, illuminating the room.
"Dad." Fu Mingcheng turned around. "Dad, it's time to get up."
On the bed, Old Master Fu lay quietly.
"Dad?" Fu Mingcheng walked in, assuming that the old man was hard of hearing, so he called out a few more times, "Dad? Dad."
After calling him repeatedly without getting a response, Old Master Fu still did not get up.
Fu Mingcheng's expression changed, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.
He raised his hand, trembling, to check Old Master Fu's breath.
there is none left.
Fu Mingcheng looked up abruptly and realized that the old man was holding a photo frame in his arms.
He knew what it was.
That was the first photo of Yan Yuehua and Grandpa Fu together.
There was no sign of pain on Old Master Fu's face; in fact, there was a faint smile in his eyes, as if he were having a wonderful dream.
The old man passed away peacefully in his sleep, without illness or pain.
This is a peaceful death.
But these past few days, Grandpa Fu has been able to walk on his own and is very healthy.
So suddenly, Fu Mingcheng barely had time to react.
It took him a full ten minutes for his brain to start working again, albeit a beat late.
"Mingcheng." Madam Fu also came over. "Dinner is ready, sir—"
She abruptly stopped, looked at the old man on the bed, and covered her mouth with her hand: "Oh my God..."
"The will!" Fu Mingcheng remembered the most important thing and shouted sharply, "Find the will quickly!"
Madam Fu was also awakened and immediately went to check the bedroom.
With Old Master Fu gone, the Fu family is about to undergo a major upheaval, and the entire city of Shanghai will be thrown into chaos.
The most urgent task is to obtain the will.
Also, kick Fu Yunshen out of the Fu family.
This has been brewing for a long time, so please don't be sad.
Today is Thanksgiving, and the almanac says it's auspicious for getting married and registering your marriage. _(:з」∠)_
It's almost the end of the month, let's bookmark some romance scenes and revenge sequences!
(End of this chapter)
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