There was already a faint sound in the coffin, the sound of peanut skins falling to the ground.

Such a soft sound could easily be drowned out, drowned alive, but not now, not drowned.

Because it's too quiet, too cold, too unforgiving.

It was as if it had become a tomb, a place for the dead, and there would be no sound, and it was the same here, but there were no dead people here.

Maybe it's going to happen soon, and maybe it's not a person who died, so it's not a person's grave.

The end of the conversation is hands-on.

To do it is to work hard, to fight for your own life, to ask for the lives of others, there is no room for choice, others do not have, and you do not have it.

Silent without life.

Hongyan was silent.

It was as if they had come to an end of their words, as if they were reluctant to say more.

But why haven't they done it yet? Still not desperate? Are they still getting to know each other? Understand each other's weaknesses and pitfalls.

No matter whose weakness or death hole is touched by the opponent, he will clench it tightly, hold it to death, until the opponent falls, this is desperate, desperate for his own life, and thinking about other people's lives.

Cold sweat had flowed from the corners of Hongyan's forehead, but his body was still calm and stable enough.

But he doesn't know how long he can be calm and stable?

This is like a gambler, who has pressed his body and spirit, honor and shame, all of them, and if he loses, there will be nothing, everything in the world will have nothing to do with him, he can only quietly merge with the earth, become a dead thing on the earth, become a doll under the cold wind, and become a fertilizer for the grass and trees in the spring.

In the fireworks March, thousands of flowers bloom, birds sing, fish shake seeds, drink and fish, and couples sleep,......, they will praise the wonderfulness and beauty of this place, but also praise the failure.

This is the end of failure, and no one can escape or avoid it.

Hongyan didn't want to fail, and he didn't want to escape or dodge, his face gradually had a smile, the thicker the smile, the less cold sweat on his forehead, and then gradually disappeared.

His smile is warm, gentle, and confident.

The shackles in his hands have tinkled, as if a signal that the black and white impermanence of hell invites the dead.

He has invited no life to hell, invited him to fail.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

The empty eyes did not have a trace of emotion, staring and poking Hongyan like a gun, as if he wanted to poke Hongyan to death on the ground.

No life? What a strange name, a cold, heartless name.

The cold wind fluttered, rolling up the dead leaves on the ground that were not dead, rolling in, falling far away, not moving.

It seems to be strangled by an invisible murderous and murderous aura, strangled in an instant.

The smile on the red face fluttered, and the shackles in his hands swayed.

Gradually, he relaxed, and gradually became calm and steady.

What about lifeless?

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

The man did not move, his hands did not move, and the gun in his hand did not move.

The empty eyes seemed to move, but they didn't seem to move.

They are about to make a move, and their life and death have obviously reached the limit of the edge, and there is no room for movement, only to make a move.

If you don't make a move, you will fail, and you will have to leave.

So Hongyan has already made a move, and no one has seen how he made a move, let alone when he made a move.

The smile on his face is still there, warm, gentle and confident.

Warm, gentle emotions like a red face, I don't know when I fell in love with my lover, I loved so deeply, so deeply, so deep that no one could see how to shoot and how to shoot.

Everyone was taken aback, because his shackles were so weird, so peculiar.

It was as if it had suddenly changed from a lifeless body, and it became like a poisonous snake wrapped around the lifeless body.

When the lifeless body is entangled, isn't his life about to end?

Hongyan stared at the lifeless, as if staring at the dead.

In his eyes, Wusheng seemed to be a god of death, and the god of death had no life.

What should I do at the end of my life?

Isn't it time to cry? Parting with life and the earth? Or should you have a carnival and laugh so that you don't want to go out into the world in vain? Or do you give everything to yourself? Keep your spirit and soul alive? Live forever? ......。

None of this was done, he didn't do anything.

Speechless, the stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue did not react at all.

The stone statue was entangled in death, as if it really couldn't move anymore, and it couldn't move anymore.

Everyone felt a little sad in their hearts, no matter what caused the gun god to be alive, it was not accidental, and it would not be a kind of luck for him to live.

There are very few gods in the rivers and lakes, the god of guns, no matter who wants to get it, this name has struggled and wandered countless times at the moment when his life was on the verge of death and his life was hanging by a thread, countless times he was reborn from the fire, and countless times he brushed shoulders with death.

Now it has become no longer important, no longer desirable, it can only be regretted and pitied.

The lone lamp on the wall is like a bean, swaying slowly, and I don't know what boredom is or what disgust is.

Perhaps only people know what it means to be bored and disgusted.

The jar is empty, and the people are still asleep.

What's in the coffin? The voices inside gradually became more intense, and gradually became more enthusiastic and excited.

The old coffin has still not been opened, is it not yet time to open it?

Is it time to open up?

When is it time to open? Hongyan no longer looked at Wusheng, and the smile on his face became stronger.

He walked slowly to the coffin, touching it, his hands were already shaking, trembling slightly.

What's in it? What made his smile float with indescribable, incomprehensible lust and pleasure? Everyone didn't have to wait anymore, because he was going to open it soon.

But he held back his trembling and joyful body, gasping and staring at lifelessness.

Staring at the lifeless body, the gun in the lifeless hand.

A stone-like body, a black gun.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Neither is alive nor moving.

The shackles had entangled him to death, and he seemed to have accepted reality, accepted death, and accepted parting.

Does he not have to say anything? Because failure is parting, failure is also silent, only falling and parting, that's all, there is nothing to show off.

So there's no need to say much.

The smile on Hongyan's face gradually revealed pity and pity, "Do you think I'm amazing?" ”

Silent without life.

"Do you have anything to ask me?"

Silent without life.

"You can ask me, anything, even how many women I've slept with."

Speechless, already sighing.

"A person is about to die, there is always some bullshit nagging thing, bullshit nagging words."

Silent without life.

He seemed to be unable to speak, and he seemed unwilling to speak.

"You're no exception, and I'm glad I'm kind enough to listen to it, especially what you say, it must be funny."

Silent without life.

"The last words of the gun god in the rivers and lakes are not something that everyone can hear if they want to."

Silent without life.

"So I can wait for you to say, wait for you to speak, because your last words are really expensive."

Silent without life.

"It's not an exaggeration to say that it's hard to find a thousand dollars, and it's hard to buy a thousand dollars."

He was speechless, his mouth seemed to be shackled, and he could no longer speak.