The game starts with fleeing from famine, the boss of the end times is in trouble

"I was originally staying with my third son, but it was too dark at night, the soldiers were shooting arrows everywhere, and the refugees were in chaos. Soon, I couldn't find my third son."

"That night, the soldiers continued to shoot. Only after dawn did the soldiers on the city wall stop. By then, the square was littered with bodies of refugees. The ground was dyed red."

"Only a small number of the injured refugees are still alive. It was too dark that night and the refugees were running around. Some were trampled to death by others. Not all of them died from arrow wounds."

As Old Man Wu spoke, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"I found that the arrows were no longer being shot from the city wall, so I secretly crawled out from under the pile of dead bodies and went to look for my third son."

"I searched for a long time, and finally found the body of my third child near the city gate."

"You don't know, my third son was shot with arrows all over his body, he died such a tragic death. It's all my fault that I didn't persuade him back then, blame me." Old man Wu sat down on the ground with his body limp.

"Uncle Wu, if your third son knew this would happen, I don't think he would blame you. You have to accept my condolences." Hunter Zhang advised in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, Old Man Wu. The children will definitely not blame you. Think about the remaining children and your wife, and you should cheer up too." The village chief patted Old Man Wu on the shoulder and said.

"No one wants this to happen. If I want to blame someone, I'll blame the soldiers who shot people to death with arrows. If it weren't for them, so many refugees wouldn't have died." Yun the butcher also advised.

"Grandpa Wu, don't be too sad. If Uncle Wu knew you were like this, he would be sad too. In my opinion, it was those soldiers who killed Uncle Wu." Yun Yiyi squatted down and comforted Old Man Wu.

"You don't know how sad I was at that time. I thought it would be better if I died. After all, I am already old and don't have many years left to live." Old man Wu cried.

"My third son has been sensible and obedient since he was young. He is only 20 years old this year. If he hadn't fled from famine this year, he would have been married this year."

"My wife and I had discussed before that when we escape to a safe place, we would find him a beautiful wife, and we would live happily together as a family."

"Who could have thought that in the end I would be the one sending the young away. My poor third child, Dad shouldn't have let you join them in making a fuss. Dad should have advised you better." The hoarse and sad crying voice of Old Man Wu continued.

Yun Yiyi, Yun the Butcher, the village chief, Zhang the Hunter, and Li Xiucai couldn't help but turn around and wipe the tears from their faces. As a father, he lost his young son, how sad he must be.

Parents spend so much effort to raise a child from the time he is held in their arms to the time he learns to speak, to the time he learns to walk, to the time he can eat, dress and act naughty. But after growing up to the age of 20, he suddenly dies. How is this different from cutting out the parents' hearts?

At this time, a gray-haired old woman came over with several young men and women, as well as several boys and girls.

The gray-haired old woman squatted down and helped Old Man Wu up.

"Boss, please stop crying. It hurts my heart." After the old woman said this, she also lowered her head and wiped away her tears.

"Okay, okay, I won't cry anymore, and you shouldn't cry either. You see, when you cry, the children start crying too." Old man Wu wiped his tears and pointed at his son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren who were crying quietly beside him.

"Master, I feel sorry for my poor third son. He hasn't even married yet. I, this old immortal, am still alive, but he is gone." The old woman's words broke the hearts of those who were listening nearby.

"Grandma Wu, don't cry. You have to take care of yourself. If Uncle Wu were still alive, he would definitely want you all to be well. He would be so sad if he knew about the situation between you and Grandpa Wu." Yun Yiyi wiped her tears and comforted the old woman.

The old woman looked up at Yun Yiyi, who covered her mouth and started crying. Yes, the third child is the most filial. He must not want to see his parents so sad.

The old man Wu next to him also squatted down, covered his head with his hands, and cried softly.

A young man next to her who looked very similar to Old Man Wu walked up to the old woman and hugged her.

"Mom, don't cry. Normally, my third brother is the most filial to you and dad. If he knew what's going on with you now, he would be so sad. I think my third brother would definitely want you and dad to be well." The man persuaded the old woman while crying.

"Mom, what my eldest brother said is right. You and my dad have to take care of your health. Besides, you not only have me and my eldest brother, but you also have your daughter-in-law and grandchildren. If anything happens to you and my dad, how will my eldest brother and I survive?" Old Man Wu's second son also cried and advised.

Several boys and girls nearby also surrounded the old woman and Old Man Wu.

After more than ten minutes, the old woman and old man Wu finally stopped crying.

"Wife, these are people from Yunjia Village. At that time, this young man asked me for news at the city gate. Because they left early, they don't know what happened afterwards. Let me tell them." Old Man Wu pointed at Hunter Zhang and said.

The old woman nodded to everyone.

"Uncle Wu, did you leave after dawn, or did something else happen?" Hunter Zhang asked with red eyes.

"After daybreak, the soldiers stopped shooting arrows. I crawled out from under the dead body and looked everywhere for my third son. At that time, the square was filled with dead bodies and refugees looking for their relatives. It took me a lot of effort to find my third son at the city gate, but I didn't expect that he had been shot to death by soldiers." Old Man Wu paused as he spoke.

"I touched my third child's body and it was already cold. It seemed that he died not long after the chaos last night."

"He was hit by so many arrows, and the arrowheads were all made of iron. The blood soaked all his clothes. He must have been so scared and in so much pain. Why didn't I catch my third son at that time!" Old man Wu pounded his chest in regret.

The old woman next to her also covered her chest and started crying.

Everyone present was in tears. A young man in his prime, eating and chatting with his family during the day, was gone overnight. It was too sudden and too hard to accept.

Everyone listened to what Old Man Wu said and thought about it with empathy. If it was their own child who died, wouldn't it be like tearing out the parents' hearts? It would be so heartbreaking.

Everyone's face turned a little pale.

Yun the butcher hugged Yun Yiyi in fear. He couldn't bear to think that if he were to encounter such a thing, he would probably cry until his eyes went blind.