Small town adventure

Chapter 182

"It was me who killed her! It was I who killed her..." the old man murmured, two lines of hot tears once again filled his cheeks.

Several people saw the old man so sad, they didn't speak, everyone's heart was very heavy, like a huge boulder weighing a thousand catties.

After a while, the old man's mood gradually calmed down, and he said again: "They are warning me again! They warn me not to tell their things, so that my wife will be harmed!" The old man said, with a look in his eyes There was a chill, and he said coldly: "But they don't know that everything I do is for the safety of my old lady. Now that she is gone, I don't have any scruples. I am the only one left. An old life, anyway, I don’t want to live anymore, if they want to take it away, they can take it away, I’m the only one left in this world, what’s the point!”

Hearing the old man say this, several people were shocked, Qingyang Daoist asked: "What does the old man mean by this?"

"Old man, what I mean is to help the Taoist priest to eradicate these ghosts and avenge my son and my old lady!" the old man said fiercely.

"Grandpa don't need to worry about this. The most important thing now is to bury grandma first, so she can be buried as soon as possible." Zhang Yihan said sadly.

The old man turned around and took a look at his wife, who was dying with regret, and stretched out his hand to close her eyes, but he couldn't close her eyes, even the boss's mouth couldn't be closed, and couldn't help it. Sorrow came from it, and he said dejectedly: "Just let the old woman stay with me for a while, and I will lose one glance..."

Speaking of which, the old man sat down slowly beside the dead grandmother, took out his big cigarette pot again, filled a pot full of cigarettes, lit it up, took a deep breath, and then slowly Said: "I won't hide anything about that village anymore, and there is no need to hide it now. Originally, I wanted to keep this secret in the grave, but it seems that I can't wait until that day!"

Daoist Qingyang looked into the eyes of the old man. Such a plain look was a kind of despair and tiredness of the world after a heart-wrenching heartache. "Old man, the Sri Lankan has gone, we living people still have to live on, don't be too sad."

(End of this chapter)