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Chapter 1811 Birth, Old Age, Sickness and Death

"Zhou Tai is the best in the world: Junior greets all uncles!"

Just as many readers in the group were chatting about Guo Rong, suddenly a familiar person came up and spoke.

"Fuck, Lao Zhou, where have you been all these years?"

"Old Zhou, I haven't seen you for three months. If you don't come out, we're all going to have a feast at your house!"

"Lao Zhou, your deputy group leader is gone. It was Lao Lu who took him down personally. It has nothing to do with us!"

“Old Zhou, why are you so politely calling us uncles and aunts? Even if you call us uncles and aunts, we will never give you the position of deputy group leader back. After all, it is clearly written in the group rules that if you are absent from the group for more than 7 days without a reason, you will be directly removed from the management!” Seeing that Zhou Tai, the number one in the world, was online, happy voices were heard in the group, and many old people came out to greet Zhou Tai, the number one in the world.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of messages flooded the screen, which seemed to scare Zhou Tai, the number one in the world. After a while, Zhou Tai, the number one in the world, spoke again.

"I'm Xiao Zhou: Dear uncles, I'm sorry that I only found my dad's OO account today. I found it in his diary when I was cleaning up foreign objects recently. Dad said in the diary that if he left, I must say something to all the uncles in the group, otherwise you will keep waiting for his reply!"

"..."

In an instant, the group that was just swiping the screen fell silent. No one spoke for a long time, and everyone seemed to be trying hard to understand the meaning of these words.

"You mean... Old Zhou... is dead?" After an unknown amount of time, Lu Bu, who had the best relationship with Zhou Tai, asked in a typing voice.

"Yes, Dad passed away a month ago. He had been seriously ill for two months and fell into a coma. We tried both Chinese medicine and various modern technologies. We also invited a contracted author to come and treat him, but it was useless."

"The contracted author said that my father's essence was exhausted and his life span had come to an end. Otherwise, he could have rescued a person who only had half of his body left after a car accident. There's no reason why he couldn't help my father recover."

"Before he passed away, my father had a brief moment of clarity. He told us that he was very content to live to the age of 84. He was satisfied to be saved by a rubbish author and to ride on the same horse with Zhou Tai. He had no regrets in his life."

"In addition to asking me to say something to all the uncles and aunts, he also asked me to continue to stay in the group and check on him from time to time. From now on, I will be called Xiao Zhou... although my last name is not Zhou... wry smile"

“Okay, I won’t disturb you uncles for now. I will come online to chat with you when I have the chance!” After leaving this sentence, Zhou Tai, the number one son in the world who had changed his name to “I am Xiao Zhou”, went offline and remained silent in the group for a long time.

"Okay, Lao Lu, don't be sad. Lao Zhou has said that he is very content to live to the age of 84. Don't be sad and upset anymore. Don't miss him anymore!"

"Yes, birth, aging, sickness and death are all human destiny. Unless one can become the master of the world, even a great god will die. In fact, we are treated the same as the great gods."

"That's right. Actually, Old Zhou is not the only one who died in these years. Now that I think about it, there are already two or three hundred old guys in our group who have been here for fifty years and are no longer talking. Now that I think about it, they may have passed away. It's just that their children don't want to go on OO anymore and say a word to us."

Everyone comforted Lu Bu, saying that he was the best in the world.

"Get lost, I'm not sad because Lao Zhou is gone!" Lu Bu, the best in the world, suddenly said with resentment, "I just remembered that I'm only six years younger than Lao Zhou. He's 84 this year, so I'm actually 78. Am I also going to die soon?" Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and then they cursed, "Bitch!"

"Go ball, you're going to die tomorrow."

"Yes, good people don't live long, but evil people live for thousands of years. This is what I mean by bastards like you!"

Everyone started laughing and cursing, and Lu Bu, the best in the world, quickly retorted. The atmosphere in the whole group quickly got rid of the silence and sadness just now, and became cheerful again.

It seemed as if everyone was really happy again.

It has been more than 1 years since Liu Xu published the first book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". The first batch of readers at that time, even those who had just graduated and were still young readers in their 50s like Lu Bu Tianxia Didi, are now in their seventies and have entered the twilight of their lives, preparing to face the arrival of death.

In fact, more than half of the first batch of readers have died. After all, many of these readers were over 1 or even 30 years old at the time, and the 40 years have mercilessly shortened their time and lifespans.

Liu Xu's novel is still going on. China's history has just reached the Song Dynasty, but they are already halfway there.

Lu Bu's words just now about being the best in the world seemed to be an attempt to lighten the mood, but wasn't he also lamenting that his life was really coming to an end?

So although the atmosphere in the group quickly became cheerful again, it didn't take long before many people stopped talking again. They seemed to not know what to say in the group.

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"Oh, I didn't expect that we had just gotten to know these readers, but we have to leave already!" On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged man with dark skin, fat, and a somewhat flat face put down the phone in his hand and said with a sigh.

"Second brother, birth, aging, sickness and death are the common sense of human nature. Even an emperor like you cannot escape birth, aging, sickness and death, right?" Another man with relatively fair skin, but equally fat and a flat face, who was obviously the former's brother, smiled.

"Yes, no matter who you are as an emperor or a general, you cannot escape death...but I don't remember how I died. It's really painful!" The fat black man muttered, and the fat white man next to him turned slightly pale, but soon returned to normal.

The two brothers talked for a while, and when the fat black man was about to find some fun on his phone, a scholar suddenly rushed in and said helplessly, "Your Majesty, Emperor Zhou is here again!"

"My sworn brother is here again!" The fat black man's face froze. Ever since he was illuminated, the thing he feared most was probably meeting his sworn brother. And his sworn brother liked to chat with him the most, and he couldn't refuse. What should the fat black man do?

"Hey, please invite our brother in!" The fat black man finally had to bite the bullet and said, and then said to his brother beside him, "Guangyi, our brother Chai Rong is here, you should stay away, after all, he has never liked you!"

"Okay!" Zhao Guangyi nodded vigorously.

Chai Rong came to meet Zhao Kuangyin. This was such a hellish place. He had no interest in staying here.

(End of this chapter)