Since that incident, the people of the village have deeply understood that it is true that people who are about to die can perceive when the time of death is. Could it be that He Lao Er's performance is the same now?

You must know that there are many kinds of bizarre and unverifiable stories in the countryside throughout the ages, and the times are advancing, and modern people are armed with science and culture, and they feel more and more that the lessons and lessons from the mouths of those old people are nonsense. But is that really the case?

I stood in place, watching He Lao Er slowly walk forward, the sea breeze gusted, slightly chilly, the jungle trees behind him were shaking, there was no strange movement, Pang Qinghe turned around, the picturesque backlit side face with a quiet and peaceful smile like a warm spring scenery, "Second master, look, everything is normal, hurry up, let's go back to Beiping City!" ”

Who would have thought that as soon as these words came out, a bullet that was almost inaudible through the wind instantly hit He Laoer's back, shot straight into the heart, pierced through the chamber, and wisps of blood splashed from his chest. His body fell against the sparkling waves. I swear, at that moment, he turned his head to look at me, and the smile on his face, 'I said it a long time ago, you still don't believe it,' was definitely not an illusion.

I froze, unable to move a single step, and the others ran, their shouts drowned out by the sound of the waves, and the whole world seemed to stand still at this moment, and my figure was blurred, except to hear the silent muffled sound of the first bullet coming after me.

The tingling but refreshing feeling suddenly filled my body, and I was finally able to move my head, lowering slightly, and a red light on my chest was rapidly expanding.

Following He Laoer's posture, I only remember that the world was spinning and my head was groggy, and my eyelids were fighting as if I was protesting to go to sleep. Everyone who rushed to He Lao Er opened their mouths in unison, as if they were shouting something. I just can't hear it.

Xiu'er cried, and the cry could finally reach my ears. What happened next, I don't know if it's imaginary or real. The waves rushed into the sky, mixed with countless large sea fish layered into a wall of fish to block everyone. A muffled sound came from the fish.

Zhou Bo jumped up from the boat in the air, rushed in a flash as if he had crossed the sky, and his left and right arms went into battle like a storm and clouds, holding me and He Lao Er. By the time the eyelids were completely closed, the beach had turned into a cabin.

The collapsed consciousness seemed to be wrapped in a huge suction, forcing it into the body, but the cold body resisted stubbornly, refusing to enter the consciousness. The two sides come and go, and the tricks are not intense. In the end, it was the suction that gained the upper hand, and the body let out an unwilling roar, which was extremely reluctant to contain consciousness. In the next second, my eyes opened as violently as if I had been a corpse.

The rickety ship showed that everyone was still sailing at sea, dead for too long, and their necks were stiff, but their bodies were full of energy, as if they had inexhaustible strength.

When Xiu'er saw me wake up, she hugged me straight, tightly, and I was about to be overwhelmed. Pang Qinghe on the side hurriedly reminded, "Xiu'er, Xiu'er, the mosquitoes can't breathe." ”

"Ah~" Hearing this, Xiu'er hurriedly let go of her arm, her face was full of tears, her eyes were watery and she looked at me, and said with a sob, "Plus this time, you are dead twice!" ”

Wait, was that spirit bead that saved me? But I distinctly remember that after the bead was reused twice, there was only one last chance left, wasn't it?

"What about Er?" To be honest, I didn't expect that when I returned to the world, the first thing I said would be this.

Everyone was silent, and I struggled to my feet, and looked around to see his body lying there peacefully in the corner, eyes closed, not the slightest bit angry.

Pang Qinghe looked at me who was stunned, and said comfortingly, "The second master is already ready to leave, it is not your fault that he has made such a choice, not to mention that he trusts you to the extent that he can hand everything over to you, if he is still alive, he will definitely insist on choosing to save you, not himself." ”

"Who's doing it? Organized people? "I'm furious.

Kuroko shook his head, "I don't know, I didn't see a specific person." But being able to aim so accurately at the heart from such a distance is deadly that only a sharpshooter can do it. ”

"Then why, in the first place, didn't the sharpshooter come forward?"

"We have discussed this for a long time, but we can't get an answer, mosquito, don't think too much, things happen, and it doesn't mean much to remember the past." Obviously, Kuroko is not very good at comforting people, and although he tries his best to pretend that he is not so cold, it still sounds cold and hard to me.

"Mosquito, you sit down and rest first, you just woke up, you haven't fully recovered, it's best not to move." Xiu'er said with concern.

I watched He Laoer's death become a sure fact, and I was still powerless to reverse it. It turned out that everything was true, and he was afraid that he knew that he would die here when he stepped into this island, but he did not say a word of hesitation, and he kept fighting side by side with everyone. It wasn't until I saw that we successfully took out the list that I confessed the words that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time, as if I was afraid that if we didn't say it again, we would not have a chance.

Yes, among those of us, only Pang Qinghe has a deep intersection with this legendary old man. The rest of them can only be called friends at best. But now, looking at his cold corpse, the pitiful memories of his lack still can't stop flooding back in my mind, from the cold and ruthless appearance when we first met, to the embarrassed dodging in the rain of bullets when we met again, to the initiative to come to the door and kindly ask to participate in this deadly operation. Everything seems to be destined to be half a foot in the ghost gate since he met our group of people, and he can't turn back. I think, with his experience in the fire and rain over the years, he must have understood this a long time ago, but he still has no hesitation to fall to the point of a corpse on the beach for the sake of an inexplicable answer.

I don't know if it's sad or lamentable. At his age, most people should be ready to enjoy their old age and live a leisurely life, but at most they are just a little poor because they don't have enough money. However, he could be said to have everything he wanted, but he still fell into the trap and died in the arms of us strangers who were not close.

Sadness, wanton pervasiveness. I bent down and bowed solemnly to him three times, and then Zhou Bo walked in, glanced at He Laoer's body, and said in a cheerful tone no longer as before, "I am about to dock, what happened on that island is relatively large, although I have already sailed the boat to other counties, but there are many of you, it is difficult to ensure that it does not arouse suspicion, it is recommended to leave this land of right and wrong as soon as possible after going ashore." ”