I rely on metaphysics to keep the boss alive and get rich

Chapter 207
"Okay, that's it, there is no need to say more."

Li Zhihe pursed his lower lip:
"Great-grandfather, do you have any regrets?"

Pity?

The only regret is probably An Rumeng's mother and son.

However, this regret is destined to be inextricable.

Li Hong also didn't want to force anything, after all, he was the one who was sorry for his wife back then, so what face would he have to force now?
"Boy He, grandfather doesn't ask for anything else, as long as everyone is well."

All the glory and wealth are just a fleeting moment.

Nothing is more important than living well.

Of course Li Zhihe didn't know that when Li Hong said this, he had already made a decision in his heart.

Since everything can't go back to the original point, and life after life is destined to be entangled, why not let go completely?
You know, Li Hong stayed in the [-]th floor of hell for more than forty years.

Day after day, year after year, he was punished by mountains of knives, pans of oil, sea of ​​fire, and whipping.

What can make him persevere is to hold his breath, want to see the old man again, and hope to be forgiven by the old man.

Who knows, all of this is impossible to realize again.

Naturally, hope is completely dashed.

So, what is there to hold on to?

So, before everyone recovered, they jumped off the Wangchuan River.

The water of the Wangchuan River is blood-yellow, and it is full of lonely and wild ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. It is full of insects and snakes, and the wind is blowing.

"Great-grandfather!!!" Li Zhihe was the first to react, and immediately reached out to grab it.

But how can people catch ghosts?
He could only watch helplessly as the figure sank into the bottom of the Wangchuan River.

After Yun Sangyu recovered, she stepped forward and grabbed Li Zhihe.

Don't jump another one!
Once this Wangchuan River jumps down, it will not be reincarnated.

Until he was bitten by those lonely ghosts until his soul flew away.

An Rumeng was obviously stunned at the moment, staring blankly at the rushing Wangchuan River:
"Li Hong. Li Hong"

Mouth kept reading.

And An Ziao also clenched his fists tightly, his expression very bad.

No matter how much I hate that person, I never thought of doing this!
Moreover, An Ziao has stood on the bridge for 80 years, and he knows everything about the Wangchuan River under the bridge.

That person's jump was completely over.

But what about everyone?

"Li Hong, how dare you." He gritted his teeth and popped out a few words.

At this moment, Li Zhi He Meng turned his head and glared at An Ziao:
"Are you happy now?"

An Ziao didn't respond, if it had been before, he would have choked back.

Yun Sangyu pulled again, and then pulled the man back a few steps.

Then he turned his head and asked about black and white impermanence:

"My lords, is it true that there is no possibility of salvation if you jump into the River of Forgetfulness?"

Black and white impermanence shook his head at the same time:

"Bronze snakes and iron dogs fight for food, and there is no way out for eternal oblivion""

Wangchuan Wangchuan, even Lord Yan, can't help it.

Li Zhihe's eyes were already scarlet, and veins protruded from his forehead and arms.

Seeing this, Yun Sangyu held him tightly:

"President Li, calm down!" shouted.

"How do I calm down?"

Who would be able to calm down watching the old ancestor jump into the Wangchuan River like this with his own eyes?
"Boss Li, what happened has already happened, and it cannot be changed."

Unless you go back in time.

However, that is simply impossible.

At this moment, Hei Wuchang suddenly made a move.

? ?
In the next second, the man fainted.

Yun Sangyu secretly exhaled:
"Second adults, what should we do now?"

(End of this chapter)