The richest man starts from checking in

Under the curtain of night, Barren Ridge screamed constantly, and a killing without suspense was coming to an end.

Wang Ye took out a medicine bottle from the mobile phone warehouse, smeared the white liquid medicine on his fingers, and gently wiped Qiucic's cheeks.

"This medicine works well, it can reduce the swelling within an hour, and it will recover as before!"

His words paused, and then he said: "I'm really sorry, because of my incompetence, I can only do this! But I promise that you will never be bullied in the future!"

He was ashamed, Luo Qingchu was too strong to deal with, so he could only rely on the old man's hand.

But to let the old man take action, this scene is inevitable.

Qiu Chan smiled sweetly, "I'm fine, I am already yours, your hatred is my hatred! The eight generals of Luomen are the enemies who killed our parents, and can get rid of one of them, I It's nothing to be wronged by this."

Hearing these funny words again, Wang Ye couldn't laugh.

He rubbed Qiu Chan's head distressedly. This mistaken thinking of him as his husband's stupid girl was so unrepentant.

A deep sense of guilt made him smile awkwardly at Qiu Chan's happy eyes.

The screams stopped, Luo Qing and a group of people had no life.

Under the dark night sky, the old man stood with his hands down, in a daze that he was at a loss.

Puff!

He stumbled and sat on the ground, his eyes demented and wondering where he was going.

I don't know how many years he lived and supported his belief that he was alive. This was the original promise. He is like a puppet, and he has lived to the present under the support of the promise.

Now that the promise was fulfilled, he suddenly felt like a man, a ghost, and a walking dead.

At this time, Wang Ye came slowly and sat beside the old man.

"Old gentleman, your promise is fulfilled, and the shackles of the barren village have been touched! From now on, you can finally live for yourself."

"Live for yourself?" The old man murmured dumbly.

Seeing his confused look, Wang Ye nodded and said, "Yes, your life is worthy of our admiration, but your life is not worth learning! Promises are important, but family members and friends are equally important."

"Family? Friends?"

The old man looked at the barren village in a daze. After a moment of daze, he suddenly stood up and ran towards the barren village.

Beyond that bright, white line, his footsteps stopped abruptly.

A thin line separates his footsteps, as well as his hope and pain.

He didn't dare to step into the village that he had been guarding for so many years. He was afraid that if he walked in, he would never be able to get out again. It was his heart that would never come out again.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

The old man trembled, his mouth opened wide, he wanted to cry, he wanted to cry, but he wanted to cry without tears, and he wanted to cry silently.

Wang Ye who stood beside him could clearly feel the pain.

With his mouth open, saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth, but there was a painful grunt in his throat.

He fulfilled his promise, but lost everything!

In the barren village, the bones that have accompanied him for many years are in those earthen huts. There are his clan members and servants in the clan. In his room, the bones are likely to be his wife, son and daughter.

Careful Wang Ye had discovered long ago that those corpses all have the same feature, which was caused by the severe external force of the throat being broken!

Because of this, Wang Ye's heart trembled fiercely when the old man shot Luo Qingchu.

He hoped his guess was wrong, but unfortunately, everything was just as he guessed.

Once his people lived in the barren village to help him fulfill his promises, but with the passage of time, the poor life of this small village in the barren village gradually couldn't hold back those people's outward good heart.

They tried to escape here, but the old man mistakenly believed that they wanted to violate his promise.

and so!

He killed them!

Killed his tribe, his wife and children!

Let their bodies stay in the barren village forever and always accompany him to fulfill his promise.

He seemed mad and demon, desperate for promises.

When today, the promise was finally fulfilled, he woke up as if he had just awakened from a dream, only to realize that he had fulfilled a promise, but betrayed his soul.

Looking at his hands, the old man trembled all over. It was a pair of hands stained with the blood and fate of Manchus and relatives!

Suddenly, the old man stretched out his five fingers, raised his hand and slapped his brow.

Wang Ye, with quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed his wrist.

Puff!

A strong force came from him, and his arm penetrated his whole body in an instant, only to feel the tremors of his internal organs, and the blood rushing upwards made him squirt a mouthful of blood.

Hot blood sprayed on the old man's face.

He turned his head dumbly and looked at Wang Ye suspiciously.

With blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth, Wang Ye forced a smile and shook his head at him.

"Why are you stopping me?" The old man is very curious, shouldn't people like him deserve to die?

Wang Ye clenched his wrist tightly, "Old sir, you can't die!"

"Why? My life is very painful." The old man said, and wiped blood from his face with the other hand.

He put the bloody hand in front of his nose and sniffed, with a greedy expression, then put his fingers on his tongue and licked it.

"It's the smell of blood!" Wang Ye smiled, "You are also a person of flesh and blood. It is the obsession of promise that binds you! Maybe you have made mistakes, maybe you regret and pain now, but if you die like this Now, this will become a skeleton in a barren village!"

"But I'm alive, it's very painful." The old man repeated this sentence.

"That's the pain of rebirth!" Wang Ye smiled: "When everyone comes to this world, they cry loudly! Because they know that they have to face a life full of pain! But, the living What's the meaning?"

When Wang Ye said this, not far behind, the nervous Cai Yingxin and others were also listening carefully.

"Meaning?" the old man asked dumbly.

"Yes, meaning!" Nodding his head, Wang Ye continued: "The meaning is that when we were born, we were crying, but our relatives were laughing! And after a painful life, until the moment we die, we Should be laughing, and our relatives should be crying!"

The old man was silent, he looked at Wang Ye quietly.

From the beginning to the end of life, is it not a promise, a promise that can make you smile when you turn into loess, a promise that can make your loved ones cry when you die.

It seems simple, but how many people can do it!

In a daze, the old man seemed to wake up, he took a few steps back, and his slumped body bowed lower.

"Thank you Wang Ye, thank you."

"Old gentleman, although you are nameless, you have left a deep imprint in each of us. Now you have regained your life, I hope you can cherish and enjoy the rest of your life!" Wang Ye stepped forward to help the old man.

Smiling gladly, the old man nodded his head, "I know, how am I going to live next! Wang Ye, I dare not face the barren village directly. I hope you can help me put them into the soil for safety, and set the barren village on fire. !"

Seeing Wang Ye nodded, the old man smiled openly, turned and walked towards the night, gradually disappearing from everyone's sight.