Tomb robber: I am the tenth of the nine gates

At this moment, Zhang Qishan suddenly realized that this was what Chu Ning said about the old man's "dead end".

I have guarded the mine for a lifetime, buried the secret in my heart for half a lifetime, and finally ended up in this situation.

Zhang Qishan looked at Chu Ning. Chu Ning had known the old man's fate for a long time, but there was still sadness in his eyes.

Zhang Qishan also understood at this moment the reason for Chu Ning's unnecessary persistence in their opinion.

It may be because Chu Ning has abilities that are different from ordinary people, so he can predict the "future" with "magic calculations".

But he still had to try his best to change without revealing it, even if this change would make Chu Ning's body weak...

This child seems to be fighting against the sky and fate!

"Second Master, let's forget it."

Zhang Qishan pulled away his emotions, grabbed the clothes on Erlanhong's shoulders, and frowned.

Er Laohong couldn't believe it. How could he not have thought of Chu Ning's obstruction? The reason why he was so out of control was because he felt it was too dramatic.

The old man's existence was like someone waiting here specifically to tell them the truth about the incident that year.

If it weren't for the family emblem in the bed board mine, Erlan Hong would have thought that someone had specially arranged it here.

The purpose was to lure them to move forward. Er Laohong couldn't tell how she felt about this old man.

There was pity and guilt, but mostly regret and worthlessness.

He could have regained his sight, but he still had to die in the mine...

"No! No! There must be a way to save him, there must be a way to save him!"

Er Laohong said, holding a strand of hair in her hand that she wanted to drill into the old man's body.

The old man's voice was mute, and he spoke like a gossamer, "Wait, wait...

After I die, I must seal my seven orifices with soil. I don’t want to turn into a monster! ah! "

The old man was already giving his last words. Chu Ning glanced at Zhang Qishan with a questioning look in his eyes.

Zhang Qishan nodded, so Chu Ning raised his hand, and his white hand covered the old man's eyebrows.

"Don't worry, old man, we will do what you tell us.

As long as I'm here, you won't become a monster. "

As Chu Ning spoke, he leaned down and whispered in the old man's ear, "You will see your brother again. He is proud and grateful that you helped him."

The eyes under the old man's eyelids moved, and he gradually stopped struggling. He felt as if the pain all over his body suddenly disappeared.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, as if he were sighing, and he spoke the last words.

"Good...good boy..."

[The old man’s autobiography: (Fu Ni really felt sorry for the old man, and was also moved by the agreement between the old man and his great-uncle, so the second half of the article was about the ordinary life of this ordinary old man.

Here in Fu Ni, he is a respectable person, not an NPC who provides clues for the protagonists to do the main tasks.

Fu Ni hopes that in Fu Ni's writings, an unknown soldier and an ordinary street vendor will all live in this derivative book, helping the protagonists...

Woohoo, I hope the babies can keep watching, I love you~)

In my whole life, I was pushed by my parents to make money when I was young. I also have brothers and sisters at home. Apart from being young, I have never had any skills to take action.

Until I met my brother, he protected himself time and time again. During his breaks, he would take time to teach himself how to read, and would also tell him some interesting stories about places further outside.

In front of my brother, I am like a child with parents protecting me, so I don't have to worry about it.

But when my brother saved me again, he said that he was leaving. I asked him where he was going, but he just left after he said he was leaving.

I don't understand, I just think I'm going to a place far away.

Brother asked me to send a message to Jiumen, so I remembered it in my heart.

I can finally help my brother! After I went out, I told my brother that I wanted to learn skills from him, even if I was just a little follower of him!

It's just unimaginable that this mark will last a lifetime.

It's cold and damp inside the mine, but it doesn't matter. I'm half-blind and can't see those scary things, so I won't scare myself.

So I waited and waited for a long time. It was so long that my hair had grown to the ground. It was so long that I didn't even remember whether I could wait any longer.

Then they came, the people from the Nine Sects that I mentioned came.

There was a second master there who, like my brother, was a very good singer. He talked to me a lot.

But I only know one thing, that is, I can finally help my brother. After so many years, I have waited for it.

There was a child there, the same age as himself, who had come to such a dangerous place.

But my younger brother is a kind person just like me, and I can feel the second master's care for his children.

The people in my brother's family are indeed the same as me, they are all very good people.

The child asked himself, should he lead the way even if he died?

I actually had some hesitation in my heart, because the Buddha there had said that I would live a good life if I went out.

But, that is my brother’s last wish!

I have been here for so many years, how could I shrink back in the end?

So I touched the child's hand and comforted the child.

He is really still young, and he is probably the only one in the world who knows why he is obsessed with himself.

But it doesn't matter. After living in secret for so many years, I finally told my descendants what I told them.

Now that I'm gone, I don't have any worries anymore.

It's just that the hair virus in their mouths is really painful, so painful that the bones feel like they are being strangled by countless threads.

I wonder if I also experienced such pain back then...

He was about to leave, and his younger brother took good care of him. He didn't want to become a monster, like that soldier.

Even if he can't see it anymore, he still knows that those hairs are growing crazily inside his body.

Fortunately, the child told himself.

Brother will be proud of himself. He will go to him and tell him personally.

Brother, I still remember what you taught me to sing!

'Holding the bow on the left, nocking an arrow on the right, and shooting into the air...']

The old man gradually lost his breath in the warmth of Chu Ning's palm.

Er Laohong called with a trembling voice, "Old man? Old man?" for fear of waking up the old man.

Er Laohong finally accepted the fact that the old man left because Chu Ning told Er Laohong.

The old man wanted to go to his great-uncle. He wanted to tell his great-uncle personally that he had done what his great-uncle asked him to do.

After Erxiahong listened, she closed her eyes in silence. When she opened them again, her eyes returned to calmness and clarity.

Only the ends of his eyes were still red, and Er Lahong gently touched Chu Ning's head.

"Thank you, Xiaoning, for making up for my guilt."

Chu Ning just waved her hand, "Second Master, there are some things that are not your fault.

We can't change it, but we can try to change it. "

Chu Ning said something ambiguous and specious, but Er Laohong understood it.

Chu Ning was explaining to himself that he asked the old man the question about death.

Er Laohong only felt a little sour in her heart for a moment. This silly child should be feeling very uncomfortable himself, but he came to comfort himself.

"you're right.

Xiao Ning, I am very grateful to Lord Buddha for bringing you to my pear garden and allowing me to get to know you.

Let the girl be cured. "

Chu Ning raised her head obediently, her eyes were dotted with stars, like a galaxy, "I said I would protect you~"

After Er Laohong was stunned for a moment, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth, diluting some of the sadness of the old man's passing.

"Good~"