Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 98: The 1st World Wealth (Part 1)

The night breeze is cool and refreshing, but in the tail season of this summer, it makes people feel very comfortable. After all, they have just experienced the baptism of intense heat. At this time, most people are still happy to let " The "cold" came harder.

A young man slowly climbed the mountain step by step, and there was a money turtle crawling on his shoulder, as stable as a mountain.

The more you go to the top of the mountain, the more fresh the air around you, and this freshness is not an altitude factor in the usual sense, but because the surrounding aura has also become richer.

The man can clearly perceive that the sleeping turtle on his shoulder is a little excited here, but it’s just a pity that it has just become spiritual, and he doesn’t know how to practice for the time being, he just knows how to do it. Swallowing a belly round and then continue to sleep, it seems like this silly way to practice going out, I don't know how long it will be, but fortunately the tortoise has a long life.

For it, the man did not put much effort into it, and it is no different from the pets kept by ordinary people, but as the saying goes, a person can ascend to the sky, and the things that can always follow him, as long as they are not too stupid to be hopelessly stupid. A little changed.

Just like this money turtle.

Reached out and took off a banana leaf.

"Ah!..."

He stretched his waist slightly, the man looked particularly lazy, his temperament at this time was quite an ancient celebrity.

Of course, in ancient times, appearance and temperament were also one of the thresholds for official careers, especially during those periods when the imperial examinations were not perfected. An old lady or dad gets sick and beats the gongs and drums to be filial to your parents. Either you wait for a big person to set your poss ahead of time when you pass by. Even in the cold winter, you have to stand up lightly, coughing up blood while playing a fan. Celebrities.

It’s just that the temperament of a man cannot be faked. Even if it is the audience, it is difficult to deliberately create a temperament that does not belong to him. After all, these things are deeply rooted in the bones.

When the man walked to the top of the mountain, another middle-aged man appeared, and the two people's images instantly formed a sharp contrast.

Guyin was shirtless and shoveling back and forth with a shovel in his hand. The soil that was shoveled out was later filled in by him. It went over and over again and again, and seemed to be tireless. Knowing to be boring and boring.

The young man squatted down next to him, just watching the middle-aged man in front of him doing this kind of nonsense.

After watching for half an hour, the young man was a little tired, and he couldn't bear it, he said,

"I said Lao Yan, have you been like this for two days? I regret that I didn't buy any seeds when I was down the mountain. You plowed the land on this mountain. It would be a shame not to plant something."

Yan Huihong was stunned for a moment and frowned. He seemed to realize that he had been shoveling the ground for so long, but he felt that it had only been a while. He turned his head and looked at the building sitting over there. Then his eyes focused on the **** who was on the shoulder of the building, and smiled:

"Your pet fetish is getting weird."

"Nonsense, how well I raised the brave last time, and how much effort it took, but I was sucked up by that guy. Now I have seen it too. Raising a little turtle is quite worry-free.

By the way, you asked me to go to the realm of Guangxi to tell you what secrets you found. I have been looking for you for so long before I feel your breath around here. I said you let me dove I can understand, who There is nothing urgent to do, right, but you are actually plowing the land here.

The broadcast is about to move, and we are also included in the cleanup list, but this world will not be destroyed. Ordinary people can live ordinary lives as usual, and listeners who don’t understand this move think that the end of the world is coming. It is necessary to prepare food shortages in advance. "

"Hi." Yan Huihong sighed heavily, then subconsciously threw the shovel away, then felt wrong again and picked it up immediately.

"Magic weapon?" Pelou asked strangely.

"The magic weapon produced by Nanning State Farm Tool Factory." Yan Huihong showed the sign of the shovel to Perlou, "Do you want to get in a car?"

"Hey, what kind of crazy are you smoking? Are you still going to that secret?" The building is obviously helpless, and of course, there are also some impatients.

"Wait a little longer, I have to look at some more things." Yan Huihong shook his head, then waved his palm, a light blue light burst into his eyes, and then the scene of that day appeared again. He saw a middle-aged man with a bloated figure and bald head slowly walking down the mountain from here holding a urn.

Yan Huihong is holding a shovel in his hand, following every step. This scene is just the memory of the vegetation that has been actively vented by wealth and nourishment, so it is not true, it is a bit like watching a video tape.

Pilao was a little strange, watching Yan Huihong walk past him slowly and stupidly, and then slowly leaned towards the road down the mountain.

"What the hell?"

Pilou's fingertips swept his eyebrows, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, but he couldn't see anything. At this time, he was embarrassed to disturb Yan Huihong's process, and his feelings were like killing his parents. It is an unwritten rule among the audience, and Perlou is not so uninterested.

But driven by curiosity, Perlou continued to follow Yan Huihong.

The road in the mountains is not easy to walk. This is not the reason why Yan Huihong walked very slowly, but because the wealth and wealth also walked very slowly.

A mountain road, the same late night, the dark night, looked very depressed.

Yan Huihong walked slowly, slowly following, as if only to revisit the last scene in the life of the "Mr. Spreading Money".

Gradually, I went down the mountain, and slowly, I walked into the county.

Yan Huihong looked at the rich and honored and looked a little senile. The vitality that went all the way changed his appearance. In fact, he might have died long ago, even if he hadn't died before, but now he has leaked so much. Vitality is definitely not alive.

The origin is not the Chinese cabbage on the side of the road, it is not so easy to add, and it is too expensive to imagine.

The wealthy body began to become more and more transparent, and his pace began to become slower and slower. Slowly, he began to talk to himself. In fact, he started by digging up his dead wife’s grave with a shovel and taking out the ashes. I haven't stopped talking to myself, but the emotions in the words have begun to get deeper and deeper, like a jar of wine, which is quickly passing the precipitation of time.

Yan Huihong took a deep breath. Actually, this is nothing to look at, but I don't know why, but he seems to be fascinated by it.

The building behind him teased the money turtle from time to time. It was boring. He didn’t know what kind of madness Yan Huihong had made. In fact, if it wasn’t for the secret realm, he would need to get some information from Yan Huihong. I patted my **** and left.

Lao Fugui looked left and right, as if he was holding his wife’s hand while shopping. In the end, Lao Fugui seemed to realize something. A child rode through him on a bicycle.

The old rich and wealthy sat down on the ground.

Yan Huihong was standing next to Lao Fugui, listening to the last mumbling of Lao Fugui, as if he hadn't expected it, unknowingly, he was dead.

Yan Huihong squatted down next to him. He wanted to take a closer look at this guardian who was said to have survived for many years and watched generations of big men preaching the Dao.

There is sadness on the old rich and honorable face. Three points are accidents and seven points are relief. This seems to be his own choice, more like the final appeal he has been waiting for for a long time.

But as a listener, who is willing to die?

At least Yan Huihong doesn't care about life and death, otherwise he would have died long ago. How happy is death?

At this moment, the urn opened by himself, the ashes began to drift, and a little bit of stars began to spill out of the old wealthy body, and his own body began to become more and more transparent.

Is this the end?

Yan Huihong is a very calm person. Before he became an audience, he was a bastard. He was very loyal. He also played several games. A few years ago, Feng Xiaogang's "Old Paoer" seemed to be his previous period. The epitome of years~IndoMTL.com~ Even after becoming a listener, some of his habits have not changed. He met Su Bai for the first time, and that time when he saw Su Bai as a junior, he thought it was quite interesting and gave a finger.

At the moment, looking at this existence that was considered to be one of the giants at the beginning, it is a bit embarrassing to come to the last step of life.

Actually, Yan Huihong is also thinking about who killed the wealth?

It stands to reason that such a giant exists. In this real world, nothing can kill him except broadcasting, but he is dead, and in such a "weird" way.

In Yan Huihong's view, it was Xu Fugui's own heart that died. When he was digging the grave of his deceased wife, he was already leaking out the source of his vitality, because he was already tired from the bottom of his heart. I don't want to live anymore.

The grief is greater than the death of the heart. Xu Fugui has got the most perfect interpretation. Even Xu Fugui himself seems to be caught off guard. It may be that after the death of the heart, it all ended too fast, maybe even he I followed my heart, but I was not completely prepared yet.

People, after all, have two sides: rational and emotional.

Yan Huihong has seen the death of many people and various ways of death, but he has never seen such an example of the heart dying first and then the person dying. Today, he opened his eyes.

But at this moment, Yan Huihong, who was almost waiting for the end of all of this and going there, suddenly saw Xu Fugui, whose body is almost completely transparent, suddenly turned his head and looked at him, Xu Fugui's gaze , Xu Fugui’s expression and Xu Fugui’s tone at this time seem to be telling Yan Huihong that he is talking to himself, he can see himself:

"You said, can someone live without a heart?"

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ps: From "Fengshen Bang" "Bighan Heartbreaking", can people live without heart?