With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

"To confirm it's true, we should go and see for ourselves. If they can really do it, then the investment will be much easier to discuss," Feng Shanming said in a low voice, tinged with hope.

He's seventy-eight years old, has so much wealth, and doesn't want to die. But his health has been deteriorating in recent years, and the current test results are very bad; he might not even make it through another year. He feels a sense of powerlessness, and the thought of dying any day fills him with dread. Over the years, in his quest for a longer life, he's fallen for many scams and been cheated out of countless investments.

Even so, he couldn't help but chase after it, just in case it was true.
Money is just a number to him; once it's spent, it's gone. Earning money is an easy thing for him.

This time, he contacted an overseas organization, and he felt that he could find what he wanted and would definitely not be scammed again.

After hanging up the phone, Feng Shanming felt something was wrong. He looked up abruptly and saw a woman shrouded in black mist standing by the hospital bed. He tried to open his eyes wide, but he couldn't make out her features.

"Who...who are you? How did you get here?" Feng Shanming was about to call for the bodyguards outside, but when he opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

"You want to live?" Azhen asked, her voice full of seduction.

Feng Shanming, who was initially somewhat frightened, lit up when he heard what he wanted: "Which organization are you from? What projects do you want me to invest in?"

“None of these are needed.” Azhen’s words puzzled Feng Shanming.

But he assumed that someone coming to him must want something, so he put on airs and asked, "What do you want?"

"It's not about what I want, it's about whether you can pay the price," Azhen said again, waiting for Feng Shanming to consider.

"Can you really help me extend my life? What price do I need to pay?" He simply couldn't resist such temptation.

"That depends on how much longer you want to live," Azhen said slowly, which made Feng Shanming more and more interested.

"This can even pinpoint an accurate number?" he asked, somewhat surprised. He had never heard of such a miraculous thing before.

At this moment, he finally realized: "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Azhen didn't approach, but her voice seemed to whisper in his ear, "I am the devil. Do you want to make a deal with me?"

devil?

As a top-tier wealthy individual, Feng Shanming naturally knew some extraordinary things.

They had researched this area, but it was completely useless. Those exorcists, besides exorcising demons, had no methods to slow aging or prolong life. Unless one was born with the talent to cultivate the exorcist's techniques, but even those techniques couldn't grant immortality or make one a god.

Is it the devil?
Even if it's a devil, he's willing to pay the price if it can extend his lifespan.

"How much life can my wealth buy?" Feng Shanming asked expectantly, even though he knew that wealth shouldn't attract the devil, he still felt that using wealth was the least costly option.

Ah Zhen rested her chin on her hand and said in a calm tone, "One year."

Only a year?
Feng Shanming's expression changed, but he quickly realized it was normal. After all, wealth was really insignificant to a devil, and it wasn't that important to him.

All he needs now is to live, to leave this hospital room that means his death is imminent, and to enjoy life.

His wealth was already countless, but his life was coming to an end, which was a huge blow.

He hadn't seen enough of this world yet, how could he die? How could he just die like this?

The doctors have already given him a death sentence; given his condition, the success rate of surgery is slim. Now, he's willing to try anything, no matter the cost, as long as there's even the slightest chance.

"Excuse me, Lady Devil, how much time do I have left to live?" Azhen glanced at him and said, "Five months. You should know your situation."

Feng Shanming's organs were severely failing, and the cancer cells were spreading rapidly. The fact that he could hold on for five months was largely due to his immense wealth. An ordinary person would have died long ago, and wouldn't be in his current state. Despite appearing relatively healthy, he was practically on his last legs.

Its original lifespan was five months, but if it goes to that institution, there might actually be a chance to extend it. After all, some institutions do have some research in this area and shouldn't be underestimated.

How can it be?
It's obvious that some extraordinary means must have been used to extend lifespan.

Feng Shanming is full of energy that attracts devils, and he probably does a lot of despicable things in his daily life.

Is it only five months left?
"What does it take to extend one's life by ten years and restore one's health?"

Azhen chuckled lightly, her laughter full of sarcasm: "You can only choose between longevity and health, guest. There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."

"If you want to be healthy, given your current condition, I'm afraid you can't afford the price. You need to understand that health is much more precious than longevity."

Feng Shanming's expression changed once again, and he finally accepted the result. That's right, if everything were so perfect, how could he possess such a mountain of wealth and still feel so powerless?

Health, or lifespan?
Lifespan, of course.

Didn't the devil say that the price of health is much higher? He only has five months to live. Even if he's incredibly healthy, what can those five months change?
He wants to prolong his life!

As people get older, they are more likely to get sick.

As long as I'm alive, who cares about my health?

As long as he doesn't die, he can maintain his health through medical treatment.

"I want to exchange my lifespan," Feng Shanming said excitedly. "What price would I have to pay?"

“Your one hand can be exchanged for a year of life,” Azhen said. “Your one eye can be exchanged for a year of life, your one ear can be exchanged for a year of life… You can try to exchange anything you have.”

Feng Shanming's pupils contracted sharply. He thought to himself that the devil was indeed a devil; the things he used for trading were extraordinary. He subconsciously asked, "Can it only be my own?"

"What do you say?"

"Does it mean cutting off his hands and gouging out his eyes?" Feng Shanming asked in fear. He was torn between giving up five months of life and paying another price to extend his life.

Azhen laughed and said, "Of course not, that would splatter blood and be very dirty."

Feng Shanming sensed the disdain from the person opposite him. He had never been treated like this before. He was angry, but dared not show it.

“If you exchange it for one hand, you will simply lose the ability to use that hand in the future; there will be no visible change in appearance.” A-Zhuang saw Feng Shanming’s eyes light up for a fleeting moment, but her smile remained unchanged.

"When you've thought it through, just call out to me in your heart, and I'll appear immediately." With these words, Azhen turned into a wisp of black mist and disappeared from the ward.

Feng Shanming took a few deep breaths, finally confirming that he had indeed seen the devil.

The devil, he can prolong his life... (End of Chapter)