Infinite Throne

"Two tricks?" Seeing that Lin Yebai was interested, an old lady handed over the sword in her hand.

Lin Yebai pulled two sword flowers neatly. Although he majored in swordsmanship, he grew up with Duan Fei and has a deep understanding of swordsmanship.

"That's great, two more!"

The old men and women around him found out that he would really do it, and they all looked forward to it.

[Male plus male]: Could it be that the charm value still works when the cub becomes an old man?

[Soft Cat Ears]: I think it can

There are two viewing angles to choose from in the live broadcast room, one is Lin Yebai's normal form with silver hair and blood pupils, and the other is the old man Zhang Genshu's form.

In this spell world, other people must see Lin Yebai in the form of an old man, but the old men and women in the park still gathered in a circle, staring at Lin Yebai with bright eyes.

"Can this mineral water bottle be cut off?" an old man next to him said

"can."

Although he looks like an old man, the core spirit is still Lin Yebai.This body is not a real body of flesh and blood. The entire spell world is in a state between reality and illusion. As long as it is roughly logical, it will not cause damage.

"Come on, show off your hands!"

When Zhang Xiaoming returned home with the vegetables, he found that the park was very lively, with a group of old men and women forming a circle, cheering from time to time.

He also leaned over to watch the excitement, and saw a sword so fast that it easily split three mineral water bottles.

"Okay!" Zhang Xiaoming applauded, and then he looked at the old man holding the sword, it was his father!

Is the sword real?

Several other elders also thought the same, took the sword from Lin Yebai, and slashed at the mineral water bottle, but none of them were split. It was indeed a prop sword, a plastic product.

"Dad! What are you doing here..."

Could it be that his father is a hidden martial arts master?

If it is true, where are the martial arts cheats hidden?Zhang Xiaoming was suddenly a little nervous.

"Exercise." Lin Yebai casually glanced at Zhang Xiaoming.

From big to young, Zhang Genshu's children are called Zhang Xiaogang, Zhang Xiaohong and Zhang Xiaoming.

"Dad, do you still know this?"

"Not very good." Lin Yebai thought for a while and said seriously.

"..." A group of old men stared at Lin Yebai with complicated eyes.Although they didn't know the word "Versailles", they had this experience.

"Are you practicing?" Zhang Xiaoming didn't dare to invite his father to go home with him.

"Let's go." Lin Yebai has already started to move, feeling that today's exercise target has been completed, and he is ready to go home.

"Dad, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Fried dough sticks, or fried dumplings, buy some to take home?" Zhang Xiaoming toasted

But I thought in my heart, fried dough sticks are also deep-fried, and dumplings are made of glutinous rice, which are not easy to digest. They should be bad for the health of the elderly, so why not have some?

"Porridge with salted duck eggs."

"Three dishes and one soup at noon. One meat and two vegetables, soup as you like."

Lin Yebai set today's recipe, and if Zhang Xiaoming doesn't obey, let him make it again.

"Okay." Zhang Xiaoming doesn't want to confront his father now, isn't it just three dishes and one soup?Just follow the principle of one meat and two vegetables, meat for braised pork ribs, fish-flavored eggplant, mapo tofu, and old hen soup.

"Is your son still cooking?"

"You can't judge by appearance, this child is really filial."

The old comrades all looked at Zhang Xiaoming, quite surprised.

Zhang Xiaoming showed an embarrassed but polite smile, what is he talking about, people should not be judged by appearances, could it be that he looks very ugly?

"Hehe." Lin Yebai smiled inexplicably.It caused Zhang Xiaoming to shiver, and always felt that Dad's eyes were not as sharp as an old man's.

Perhaps it was because Lin Yebai's excellent performance in splitting mineral water bottles attracted the attention of old comrades.

"Brother, what's your last name, Guigeng this year?"

"Zhang, 78."

"I can't tell, I thought you were seventy at most."

"Old Zhang is really energetic!"

"Go back and cook for your dad, what are you doing?" An old lady poked Zhang Xiaoming with her elbow.

"Oh oh oh." Zhang Xiaoming walked forward in a daze, and it was the first time he discovered that his father's communication skills were so good, isn't he quite a taciturn old man?

After breakfast, Lin Yebai stared at Zhang Xiaoming, who was cleaning up the dishes, until he stared at him in cold sweat, and then went to sleep.

"You don't work?"

"Me, I'll go in the afternoon."

Zhang Xiaoming doesn't have any jobs at all, he only looks for jobs that are quick to pay, and are still in the gray area, such as making fake accounts, issuing fake certificates, etc. After finishing one invoice, he waits for the next order, if he has no money, he takes a loan, and if he has money, he goes Gambling, no scruples.

"It's up to you." Lin Yebai planned to go out and visit Hope Street.

"Dad, where are you going?" Zhang Xiaoming congratulated

"walk around."

"Don't get lost, shall I go with you?" Although Zhang Xiaoming wanted to catch up on sleep, he was worried that the old man would go out alone. If he got lost, what would he do with the bet?

Regardless of the specific day of death, as a family member, he can draw a 10% commission, provided that the bet is successful.

"No, I can find the way." Lin Yebai stared at Zhang Xiaoming:

"Don't follow, I'm going to live with my second child."

"Okay." Zhang Xiaoming watched his old father leave, secretly praying that he fell down the stairs, or was hit by a car on the road. If he died in a few days, he would win more money.

Lin Yebai had already gone to the bank to check the savings, and then transferred a sum of money to the accounts of the three dutiful sons. This was the medical expenses collected by the dutiful sons when Comrade Zhang was sick and hospitalized.After turning around, my heart was a little empty, and those backlogs of negative emotions seemed to dissipate a little.

Lin Yebai guessed that maybe it was because Comrade Zhang felt that the filial sons didn't like him as an old father, because they disliked him for spending money in hospital?If the money is returned to the dutiful sons, will their attitudes change, and can they be exchanged for a trace of sincerity?

"Dad, how did you transfer the money back?" It was Zhang Xiaohong who called first, surprised, hidden surprise, and a trace of just-right reproach.

"Thank you for taking care of me in the hospital."

"Dad..." Zhang Xiaohong was stunned for a moment, and just about to say something, Lin Yebai had already hung up the phone.

"Dad, how is your health?" Zhang Xiaogang also called. Although they were father and son, they were very unfamiliar.

"good."

"I still have a big client to see. Dad, you should cultivate well. If you don't have enough money, tell me and hang up first." Zhang Xiaogang hung up the phone quickly.

"Dad, why are you being so polite, we are father and son..."

As soon as Zhang Xiaoming opened his mouth, he had a glib tone. As the youngest son in the family, his parents treated him a little bit dotingly. Perhaps because of this, he always felt that he was supported by his parents behind him. He became addicted to gambling and lived like this without even knowing it. reflect.

"You can turn back if you don't want to." Lin Yebai interrupted him.

"That's the point, isn't it..."

Zhang Xiaoming wanted to say a few more words, but Lin Yebai hung up the phone.

At this time, Lin Yebai had already walked to Hope Street, which was near the hospital. It was an old city left over from the last century. The whole street looked very old, so the rental price was very low.

Some hotels can even see signs of 15 yuan a day and 20 yuan a day. Of course, the accommodation conditions seem to be different from the price.

Most of the people who live here are old people, half of their feet are buried in the ground at first glance, and there are very few people of other age groups. Occasionally, one or two people pass by. Painful posture, or thinning or even loss of hair due to chemotherapy, or distorted limbs, and skin ulceration.

"What's your illness?"

"Esophageal cancer."

"I have lung cancer and have smoked for more than [-] years, and this day is finally here..."

"What about that?"

"Pancreatic cancer."

Hope Street is not as hopeful as the name suggests. It is a place for cancer patients to live. Apart from patients, there are sporadic offices or gaming companies.

"Death Gambling" has developed a complete industrial chain. If you can't pay medical expenses and funeral expenses, you can let the patient bet and join the gambling game. Regardless of the outcome, the family members can get a 10% commission.

Especially the patients in the ICU are more popular with gamblers. The ups and downs of the electrocardiogram are much more exciting than the rise of the stock market. The winners get rich overnight, and the losers go bankrupt.

Once gamblers are familiar with this mode, it is difficult to return to ordinary dice games. There is nothing more interesting, novel and exciting than human life.The feeling of looking down on human nature from a high place can easily give people a distorted pleasure.

However, human life is often uncontrollable, especially for an old man in his dying years. Before he really closes his eyes, he will never be able to confirm his real death date.

For example, Comrade Zhang Genshu was also living in ICU before, and the hospital issued several critical illness notices a day, but he managed to survive again.

If you don't enter the ICU, there won't be many people who bet.After all, gamblers also calculate risks and see how to bet to win greater benefits.

They care more about the patient's health than the patient's relatives, and they will bring fruits and health care products to visit.

Although it is a bright "death game", it has a name that puts good wishes on it - longevity insurance, just like Hope Street is full of terminally ill patients.

"Are you renting a house?" someone asked Jun Zhong

"No rent." Lin Yebai just looked around and decided to change his mobile phone. The elderly phone he is using now cannot take pictures.

After shopping this street, Lin Yebai went home to have dinner.

Dinner was to reheat the leftovers from noon, but Lin Yebai refused to let it go, and asked Zhang Xiaoming to re-fry two dishes before serving the dinner table.

"Dad, you eat too little. Didn't you eat at least two bowls of rice?"

"Eat another bowl, I'll give you more food."

"No need." Lin Yebai put down his chopsticks, unscrewed the thermos cup, added a few goji berries, poured boiled water, and went downstairs for a walk with the thermos cup in hand.

"Dad, why are you going?"

"walk."

"It's getting dark..." Zhang Xiaoming originally wanted to say that it's easy to fall outside, but then he thought it would be good, so he didn't say anything.

A group of lesbians in the neighborhood were dancing in the square. Lin Yebai played a few games of chess with the old man in the next building.

When it was getting dark, Lin Yebai went back with a thermos.

"Dad, I'm working overtime and going out for a while."

Zhang Xiaoming went out in a hurry, and came back two or three hours later, smelling of alcohol and barbecue. He probably ate a lot at the food stall, and he fell on the bed without taking a shower, snoring loudly.

Lin Yebai showed disapproving eyes next door, but he didn't bother to care about him. As a middle-aged man, Zhang Xiaoming eats a lot of fish and meat every day, has irregular work and rest, never exercises, and drinks alcohol. Is the possibility of illness or sudden death very high? ?

The next day, Lin Yebai no longer cared what Zhang Xiaoming cooked.

Zhang Xiaoming thought that his old father had finally figured it out, and cooked a large table of dishes, such as braised pork trotters with soybeans, braised pork, tiger skin green peppers, and stir-fried kidneys, and looked at Lin Yebai expectantly.

"I'm not very hungry." Lin Yebai didn't move his chopsticks very much, and his tone was milder: "Eat more, the way you eat makes people very appetizing."

"Okay." Zhang Xiaoming was in a good mood, and his loss of appetite showed that the old father's health was still not good enough. Thinking of this, he had a big appetite, a mouthful of pig's trotters, and his face was full of greasy food.

The old father always looked at him with expectant eyes, Zhang Xiaoming felt a little sour in his heart, and quickly suppressed those emotions.People are going to grow old and die, eat and drink too much, so dying like this will make you happier...it can also make everyone's life better.

Lin Yebai watched Zhang Xiaoming eat most of it, then lay down on the bed, went out satisfied, found a private restaurant, ordered two light dishes, and took a newly bought mobile phone to Hope Street to take pictures after eating, collecting evidence.

There are too many people engaged in gray industries in Hope Street, Lin Yebai pretended not to use a smart phone, those vigilant people found that this old comrade could not use a mobile phone, so they ignored him.

No one would have imagined that an old comrade in his [-]s and [-]s would take pictures and record videos on Hope Street. Generally, old people of this age can't even use an elderly phone.

The author has something to say: "Death Game" is taken from real events, and the industrial chain really exists.

(The place of origin is not in the mainland)

All the settings in the Shroud Dungeon are fictitious, and the plots are all original. Just read it as a story. Even if there are children who are not very filial in life, it will not be so serious.The things in the story are very rare, so there is no need to be too sad.