What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

The dishes and rice were placed on the table and a layer of mahjong was spread on it.

Zhang Xiaoan, Li Baokun, Fang Moxuan, and Yang Xinyi just happened to sit together at a mahjong table.

The two female players are not particularly good at playing mahjong, but when playing mahjong with an old man, it doesn't matter whether they know how to play mahjong, as long as they make each other happy, even if they lose some money.

Zhang Xiaoan picked up a mahjong piece, clasped one side with his thumb, and stroked the back back with two fingers.

"The texture feels good. What material is it made of?"

Li Baokun counted the cards and said calmly: "Ivory, after I die, you can just take it and keep it as a souvenir for you."

"Okay, then let me burn some more money for you, just treat it like I paid for it."

"Row."

Seeing the two of them talking nonsense there in a serious manner, Fang Moxuan and Yang Xinyi looked very unnatural.

It was as if there were two mentally ill people sitting next to me, and it felt like I was sitting in a mental hospital.

"Actually, it's good to die. I can feel that a big event will happen in this world in the near future, which will affect many people, Er Tong." Li Baokun threw out a card.

"Peng, did you calculate it or feel it? Thirty thousand."

"Touch, I feel it. My feeling is very accurate. It should be close to ten, Sanjo."

"Bang, can you figure out what the problem is? Twenty thousand."

"Tang, it can't be calculated. There is interference from metaphysics. The other party's ability is better than mine, little chicken."

"Peng, what's going on over there in Wangjiang? Sixty thousand."

"What a fool! They all hit each other!" Li Baokun pushed the card, stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Give me money!"

Zhang Xiaoan randomly grabbed a handful of change on the table, stuffed it over and asked, "Tell me about Wangjiang."

Fang Moxuan and Yang Xinyi silently grabbed the money from the table and threw it to Li Baokun.

This mahjong game is completely meaningless. I didn’t even touch a single card, and there was no sense of participation at all.

"Actually, before you came, I had already done some divination. How can I put it... It's not going well anyway. You'd better be careful. In fact, for you, what happened over Wangjiang is easy to solve. You’re just careless.”

"The matter in Wangjiang is easy to solve, but what about the matter outside Wangjiang? What is the problem?"

"Then I don't know. I've calculated it many times, but I still can't figure it out. Your opponent should be a good person like you." Li Baokun looked at Fang Moxuan: "Well... girl, you are also a good person. man of."

"Me?" Fang Moxuan pointed at herself and asked, "What's so great about me?"

Li Baokun pointed at Zhang Xiaoan: "You can defeat him to the point of death."

"You mean I will kill him?!" Fang Moxuan was a little surprised.

Someone had previously told Fang Moxuan that she and her mother were not compatible, and her mother was killed by her, so she cared about this very much.

"I'm talking about you defeating him to death, not you defeating him to death." Li Baokun turned sideways and said seriously: "I mean, you two are a perfect match. In this world, you are the only one who can defeat him." Fate can suppress him."

"To put it bluntly, it probably means that he is a fierce horse, and you are the groom who can make him obedient. Do you understand what I say?"

Fang Moxuan nodded: "Understood."

Zhang Xiaoan didn't know whether she really understood or pretended to understand, but he suddenly remembered a long time ago.

When he and Fang Moxuan met again, he had used hypnosis on Fang Moxuan, but it had no effect, and instead he suffered a big blow.

Now I heard Li Baokun's words.

Oh shit!

This bitch really beat me to death!

"Have a good life. You two are a perfect match. Within three years, you two will have a son."

"Really?!" Fang Moxuan's eyes lit up.

She is the kind of person who only believes in good words and not in bad words.

Li Baokun's words really touched her heart!

"Of course it's true. If there's even half a lie, you can always come to my grave and scold me."

Zhang Xiaoan on the side interrupted and asked: "Have you found the tomb?"

Li Baokun raised his hand and pointed at his feet: "Just bury me here. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has beautiful scenery. I listen to the chirping of insects and birds every day, and I don't feel lonely."

"Okay, after you die, I will bury you in this yard."

Zhang Xiaoan felt the anger on Li Baokun's body, and every second passed by. It was estimated that he would say goodbye to this world in less than three days.

Ugh……

I am about to lose another dear friend.

……

Two days flew by.

Zhang Xiaoan and Li Baokun have always maintained a normal life, shitting, eating, talking and laughing every day.

But Fang Moxuan and Yang Xinyi felt like they were in a paradise, full of freshness everywhere.

This small courtyard gives people a sense of isolation and tranquility. They are used to life in a big city. Occasionally staying here for a few days gives the two of them a feeling of peace of mind and no worries about the future.

That night.

Li Baokun sat on a chair and said to Zhang Xiaoan next to him: "I can feel it. My deadline is tonight."

"I feel it too. Tonight is the day you die. Are you sorry?"

"Birth, aging, illness and death are human nature. Before I met you, I felt very sorry. I was afraid I would never see you again."

"After seeing you now, I don't feel any regret at all." Li Baokun thought about it and asked hesitantly: "We have known each other for more than sixty years, right?"

"Seventy years exactly. When I met you, you were twenty-three years old."

Li Baokun smiled: "It's been seventy years, and you don't look old at all. Can you tell me how old you are this year?"

"Forgot, if you didn't ask me, I would have thought I had just turned eighteen." Zhang Xiaoan looked at the ground, his eyes a little lost.

For such a long time, he had always thought that he was a handsome young man in his twenties.

Li Baokun's words woke him up.

How old are you? I don’t remember clearly, but I remember saying goodbye to countless old friends, who must have lived for tens of thousands of years.

Life goes by so fast.

"I'm going to die soon. Can you tell me the truth? Are you... a human or something?"

"The immortals are those who have survived from the ancient times when they could cultivate immortality." Zhang Xiaoan turned his head and asked seriously: "Do you still want to continue living? I can help you extend your life."

"Haha, no need. I have already lived my life well enough. You can bear the pain of eternal life alone." Li Baokun shook his head: "I can't bear the experience of seeing my relatives and friends die one by one."

"Actually, when you are alone, you can think more about whether immortality is good or bad for you."

"If it's good, then you continue to live your life."

"If it's bad, I think you can try to be a normal person and experience life, old age, illness and death."

"Eh?" Zhang Xiaoan made a confused sound in his mouth: "I really haven't thought about what you said. After hearing what you say now, I'm a little bit looking forward to death!"

Zhang Xiaoan had always thought about ascending and had never thought about what death was like.

Now when Li Baokun said this, he suddenly had a lot more longing for death in his heart.

That feeling should be wonderful, right?

"Just look forward to it. If that's the case." Li Baokun looked at Zhang Xiaoan with a sinister smile on his face: "Then I'll wait for you below. See you there on our way to Huangquan..."