The three of you looked at me, and I looked at you, and I was completely stunned.

What is he crying?

Han Sanqian took the two of them and walked over a few steps, stood gently beside the old man, caring and puzzled, and said in a slight voice: "Senior, what's wrong?"

"Can you feel guilty for looking down on Han Sanqian before?" Pangolin smiled and said, "No need, because if this is the case, then the tears of guilt in the world can form a sea."

Xia Wei shook her head with a wry smile, glanced at the pangolin speechlessly, and said, "Don't talk nonsense. These blood insects harm all directions. The old seniors must have all kinds of troubles living here. Now that the big trouble has been eliminated, the old seniors must be crying with joy."

Han Sanqian didn't say anything, quietly waiting for the old man's answer.

The old man stopped sobbing, but looked at the pit in front of him and sighed bitterly: "Do you know why there is a pit about one meter high and one meter wide digging in front of me?"

The three of them looked at each other, and Xia Wei said, "Isn't this to leave space in the house? Why can't the plasticine on it be crushed to death, right?"

Han Sanqian shook his head slightly and signaled Xia Wei not to continue talking.

If you want to leave space in front of the door, you only need half a meter wide or half a meter high. After all, this door is not very big.

But such an oversized design seems to be time-consuming and labor-intensive for the old man who is quite old and very short.

In fact, Han Sanqian has always had questions about this.

The old man smiled: "Since ancient times, people have grown older. When they are old, they will make a coffin for themselves, so that they will not even have a place to live."

"This place with extreme snow has no trees, so I can only adapt to local conditions."

"What you mean is that the pit in front is both a home and..." Han Sanqian had already thought of its purpose.

The old man nodded: "That's right, it's my coffin, my grave."

As soon as these words were said, Han Sanqian was a little surprised, but more of them were expected.

The pangolin looked at Han Sanqian, then looked at Xia Wei, who was feeling a little depressed, and smiled: "Why are you talking about this? Han Sanqian is going to die, these blood worms are still the ones who are about to die. You are still early in this coffin."

The old man did not respond, turned around, looked at Han Sanqian and said, "You saved me, I saved you, we are even. However, after you woke up, I helped this girl to help you recover faster. You don't have any objections to this, right?"

Pangolins and Xia Wei nodded, which is indeed the case.

"Since there is no objection, so good, Mr. Han, that's why you owe me a favor." The old man smiled slightly: "Then now I'll ask you to repay this favor."

As he said that, the old man stood up, slowly got up, then walked out of the door, walked into the pit and lay sideways, closing his eyes: "This favor is to trouble Mr. Han, please bury me."

"You and I will be cleared up."

"After burying me, the snow will suddenly disappear in three days. You have six hours or twelve hours to leave here. In addition, if you like something in this room, just take it away, and give it to you as an old man."

When the three of them heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other in confusion, wondering what the old man meant.

Why is it so good that the old man suddenly becomes like this?

"Senior, are we waiting for the three of us? What's wrong with doing?" Han Sanqian looked at the old man with some apology and said in a low voice.

"Yes, senior, if we don't tell you what we did, why bother to death?" Xia Wei also said anxiously.

"You're like a group of bloodworms. Why? If they die, can you still have to be buried with them?" Pangolins slapped their lips. Although they were hard in their words, they were actually concerned.

The old man smiled bitterly: "Although I am a useless old man, how could I be buried with mere insects? But, they are dead, can I live again?"

"Since you can't live, you might as well die earlier. At least you are strong and strong. It's better to build a good grave for me than to throw myself into my grave when I'm still breathing. I'll just leave my grave half-exposed and rest."
Chapter completed!