"A tool? What do they want me to do? Or what do you want me to be?" I asked.

I can't say that I completely believe the old man's words, nor can I completely disbelief. Although he has something to stimulate me, what he said is not completely fake.

Anyway, there is a real component in it. When I asked him what they wanted, the old man did not answer me, but shook his head, "What do you want? I can't answer you this question, I can only pursue it myself."

"Do you go after it yourself? This life?" I murmured.

"In this life, but only if you sacrifice something necessary, you can pursue it in this life," he said.

Upon hearing this, I nodded, "Let me think about it."

I spoke.

I didn't agree to him immediately because I knew what I was going to face, whether to stick to my beliefs or let go and let my soul fall.

What is needed between the two is that I focus on making choices, and whether it is giving up or sticking to it seems very contradictory.

After all, while I was thinking about life, I was thinking about sticking to my beliefs and trying to achieve a balance between the two.

After hearing this, the old man nodded and stopped talking, as if to break my last line of defense, he woke me up from my sleep.

It was still raining outside, and the broken body curled under the tree, and the tarp covered on the body was already a bit shattered.

After a person dies, his body is a pile of flesh and blood that is despised by others. At this time, this word is used to describe himself now, which is extremely suitable.

I stared at it blankly, at the rain above my head, it passed through my soul and dripped onto the tarp. Because the water accumulated under my body, it was flooding up little by little.

I was thinking about finding a place to hide from the rain, but I was so confused that I had forgotten that there was a pool of water beneath me.

I stood quietly for a long time until the rain stopped and the wind stopped, and everything around me became silent.

The sunlight slowly bloomed from the horizon, and it had completely lost its vitality. But here, if I don’t make that deal with the old man, then I will soon welcome the underworld soldiers and end my life in this way. Is this what I want? I hope?

I asked myself, and as I thought about it, a hint of unwillingness arose in my heart and it spreads quickly in my heart. I thought about kindness and longed to save others, but when everything falls on myself, who will save me again?

Evil and good are born and accompany each other, one step is evil, one step is good, one step is good, one step is dead, one step is dead, one step is evil, one step is alive.

How to choose? Just as I thought of this, I slowly raised my head and glanced at the last sunshine in the sky. Maybe this was the last sunshine I saw.

"Are you there?" I said.

At the end of the sound, the old man slowly appeared beside me, watching him stand still, "I think you have made a decision, so now tell me, should you choose to live or die?"

He spoke.

When I got the sound, I struggled for a moment, and then became more and more determined, "In ancient times, Cao Cao would rather let the world down than let the world down, so why wouldn't I live for myself once?"

I asked myself.

At the end of the tune, the old man nodded, "Very good, very good!" He was very good in a row, and then raised his hand and a quaint yellow scroll appeared in front of me.

"Sign it and we'll make an agreement!"

He said.

After putting on my clothes, I opened the car door and sat in. Seeing this, the man pushed open the car door and knelt in front of me.

"Brother... Grandpa... I beg you, don't kill me, don't kill me"

"Did I say I want to kill you?" I asked with a smile. The smile scared him even more. He hurriedly shook his head and said that there was no.

Seeing this, I reached out and patted his face, "Be good, get in the car and take me to the city ahead, and then give me all the money I have on. Will you think I'll let you go home?"

I said.
Chapter completed!