The black skeleton that had been sitting in front of the small mound for many years was actually guarding its own grave, and it was even talking, talking to the old man.

How weird is the skull vocalizing?

If this scene is seen by others, it will inevitably be frightened to death.

But the old man who called himself "old man" didn't care, he and the black skeleton were obviously old acquaintances, and said with a smile: "Inexplicably, someone robbed the business, the old man is really unhappy, and the other party is too open-minded, but it won't let my old man return to this city for this." ”

He returned to the Demon City of Hate for many reasons, not only that.

"That's when someone shows up that interests you. The black skull spoke, "You old immortal has always been a rabbit and an eagle, and there are not many people who can interest you, let alone for him to get back to hatred." ”

He knows this old man too well, the friendship of life and death, who doesn't know who, this old immortal not only likes to find death, but also likes to find trouble.

"An old man who has been looking at a young man for ten years. The old man threw down the black fishing rod and said with a smile: "Recently, it has been a bit unexpected for an old man like me, so I want to come back and take a good look and touch it." ”

"Young man?" the black skull's voice was still hoarse, as if it had not spoken for too long, and his tone was a little dry and not smooth, "This is indeed the age of young people. ”

"Why do you have so much emotion from this old thing who likes to play dead?" the old man laughed and scolded.

"Why are you still so nosy, you old horseman who likes to call himself an old man?" the black skeleton snorted, as if dissatisfied. "Just be careful not to kick the iron plate, there are many people in the world who can't afford to mess with you, but there are also a lot of people you can't afford to mess with. ”

He seemed to be warning the old man about something.

The old man squinted his eyes, looked at the black skeleton for a moment, and suddenly said, "You also shot last night?"

"I didn't make a move. The black skeleton said calmly: "But in my opinion, the few people who shot were very good, and there were even one or two of them who really had the ability to kill you, an old immortal." ”

"Kill the old man?" said the old man laughing, "I've been waiting for this day for a long time. ”

He always calls himself an "old man", but in fact he is an old immortal, he likes to "look for death", but he can't always die, if someone can really kill himself, he feels that he will thank the other party.

The black skeleton was silent for a long time before he spit out four words: "It's too much." ”

The old man restrained his smile and said in a deep voice: "Old man, do you also think that the old man and I will be in the Demon City of Hatred this time?"

"It's just a small thing. The black skull's hoarse voice came out, "Maybe you'll die here completely......"

"Are you serious?" the old man frowned, he knew that this black skeleton was proficient in the way of deduction and calculation, since he said so, there must be some basis, maybe he had already deduced something.

"Nine times out of ten. Black Skull said.

"Nine times out of ten...... That's nine deaths and one life!" The old man said with a smile: "Nine deaths and one life is still a glimmer of life, you say that the old man is more interested, everyone knows that my old immortal life is hard, but I also want to know, whether the old man's life is hard or not!"

Life is harder than heaven's reason, this breath is really too big to be boundless.

"The sins of heaven are forgivable, but the sins of oneself cannot be lived. The Black Skull said calmly.

"If you don't do evil, what's the point of living?" The old man looked at the black skeleton, "Is it like you, sitting in front of this wordless black monument all day long, guarding the tomb for yourself......?

The black skull was silent and seemingly speechless.

"You sit here all day long, looking at your tomb and monument, how monotonous, how dark is your life?" said the old man, "When you are really going to die one day, you will definitely regret spending it like this." ”

He seems to be lecturing Black Skull.

"We're not all the way. The black skull was unmoved, "No matter how much you say, it's useless, I won't meddle in your business, that young man is involved in some old things, and there are already many people in the layout, if you force a kick, it will definitely mess up the chessboard, and even alarm the real chess players...... You're looking for death. ”

He has been sitting here for many years, and he is proficient in the way of deduction and calculation, and many things cannot be hidden from his eyes, but after living for so long, he knows very well that some things cannot be contaminated.

There was a fog on the young man that he had not been able to see through so far.

And the fog represents the unknown, such a person must be the extremely important chess pieces of those chess players, if they dare to play the idea, most of them will die, and some chess players will jump out and shoot to death.

The longer he lives, the more afraid he is of death, the old man is like this, although he calls himself "old and immortal", and shouts "I want to find death" every day, but in fact, he is the one who is most afraid of death, so he can live for so long, and the black skeleton himself is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to be contaminated with these things, afraid of cause and effect.

"You're really going back and go. The old man shook his head, "Chess player, I've watched him for ten years, isn't he a chess player?"

"You're not. The black skeleton said: "You just came out halfway, and you want to force your way into the game, but unfortunately you will be ostracized, and you can barely be regarded as a chess gamer." ”

"When I kill a chess player, I will be a real chess player, old man!" laughed the old man.

"If you make an inch, you will not die well. Black Skull said.

The old man stopped his voice, looked at the black skeleton, and snorted coldly: "I'm not you, I can sit here all day long, look at your tomb and stele and live, you can guard your tomb until you die of old age!"

Then, he picked up the black fishing rod and dragged the Mori white fishbone and turned away.

"The Tao is different, and there is no conspiracy with each other. The black skull's voice was calm, "The avenue is facing the sky, and they are walking alone." ”

Then, the dead vines of this old alley were restored to tranquility again, as in the past.

......

It was dawn, and Beique Street was lively.

The little monk Bodhi and the fish-riding man came to the butcher shop, yesterday said yes, this morning to eat meat together, just dawn, the little monk can't wait, pull the fish-riding man to run.

Actually, last night they wanted to go to Fengxue Building to eat and drink, but unfortunately they were rejected by Qin Fei and Duan Shen, the two guys felt that the little monk was like a fake monk, not a serious monk, and Qin Feihua and the Fish Rider were completely incompatible, and they almost did it.

In the end, several people were disgraced, the little monk and the fish-riding man left in disappointment, and Qin Feihua and Duan Shen continued to worry about money and wine.