The old man's expression was a little distorted. On his deathbed, he seemed to have regained some of his consciousness, and he was talking weird nonsense.
"Oh, I don't even know what it is now..."
"It's not necessarily completely bad, it's just that people are bad."
"It turns out that my mother looked like this, and I had forgotten about it a long time ago. She died very early, from illness. Alas, I remember burying her with my own hands."
"What does my father look like..."
The neighbor twitched a few times, like an exhausted and struggling prawn after emerging from the water.
When a man is about to die, his words are kind, and when a bird is about to die, his cries are mournful. Wang Hao stood nearby, listening carefully, ready to cover his ears at any time.
The old man began to recall his hurried life. No matter who he was talking to, even if it was just a low-collar child, he was always talking nonsense.
I have long forgotten the names of my parents.
Does he have children? In a long life, children seem to be unimportant. He has no children.
My relatives are long gone.
He spent most of his time in a state of confusion, completely unaware of the purpose of what he was doing.
Is living just to last longer?
Or maybe living itself is meaning.
When life is about to disappear, what should you think and do? If there are only a few minutes left in life, should you repent, regret, or make other choices...
The sudden appearance of this question made him feel confused.
This is something that humans naturally need to think about, but in the past, as an immortal, he had never thought about it.
He tried to recall some good things, but he seemed to have completely forgotten all the good things. He even forgot his own name.
This made the old man feel a little sad, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Inexplicably, he began to repent of the evil deeds he had committed.
"How do I get out of here?"
A childish voice came to my ears, calm, soothing but full of vitality.
"Can you tell me where this is?"
The old neighbor tried his best to catch a glimpse of the voice, but darkness in all directions finally began to occupy his field of vision.
It's no longer visible.
His whole body was weak, and he allowed the roots of blood ginseng to grow out of his facial features, and said with all his strength: "I don't know... I have been in a daze outside, but I am still a little awake when I stay here! Why, I don't know.
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He seemed to have thought of something again: "There is a compass in the house... You can try to the east..."
"There are less...weird things over there."
East! Precious clues!
Why help him?
The old man didn't know it himself, so he just helped without any reason.
never mind……
The child asked again: "Why am I here? What is grandma's purpose?"
The old man struggled to say: "Children...have never experienced aging, so they are special..."
"It's not very smart now...it's still growing..."
Wang Hao felt that he had heard a big secret, and his pupils shrank slightly.
"The well in the north of the village... you can steal its power... just a little bit..."
"I can't tell you too much, Guawazi...otherwise, you will die."
When the old man said this, his body kept twitching, as if he was on his deathbed: "...go to the east...go to the place where the sun rises...it might be a little better."
"Maybe you can succeed...but it still won't let you go..."
"Mother...mother!"
Wang Hao wanted to ask something else, but found that the old man's breath became increasingly depressed. By the end, he began to speak incoherently, foaming at the mouth and started calling "Mother" and "Mother".
An unknown person lived for an unknown period of time, and it was unknown whether it was a human being or a weird thing. He was calling out to his mother who had been dead for hundreds of years. This scene seemed extremely real but heart-wrenching.
No matter how bad a person is, he will always call him mother when he is dying.
The most conscious time in a person's life is only when he is breastfeeding, and then when he is dying. During this long period of time, he has been fascinated by the outside world. On the surface, he seems to understand, but in fact he has been confused.
I don't know what I want.
Wang Hao lowered his head, sighed slightly, looked at the letter left by the black guard Li Xianfeng, and then looked at the old man.
"Last question, how do I regain my sanity?"
The old man's pupils dilated and he muttered: "... That grass, plus blood!"
After saying this, his body had lost its soul.
After the neighbor's old man died, the growth rate of blood ginseng was obviously faster than one level. In just a few minutes, all the blood in the body was drained and he was turned into a mummy.
A person's entire blood essence can make the ginseng grow to a length of 10 centimeters, as thick as a thumb, and it is estimated that it may weigh less than half a catty.
This ginseng is not offensive and is equivalent to a plant-type wonder.
If it spreads, it will definitely cause waves of bloodshed in the world.
"A treasure that can make people live longer, a treasure that can make people immortal..."
"Don't say so much, I don't like this."
Wang Hao originally wanted to say some sexy words to relieve his psychological pressure, but now, he doesn't know what to say.
The topic of birth, old age, illness and death is too serious and should not be joked about.
Finally, he sighed and entered the neighbor's room again, and conducted a careful search. He found an ancient compass. This thing was as exquisite as a compass, and he didn't know where it came from.
There are two circles on the plate. The inner circle reads "Zi Chou Yin Mao Chen Si Wu Wei Shen You Xu Hai" and the outer circle reads "A B Bing Ding Wu Ji Geng Xin Ren Gui". The pointer is pointing in the direction of noon.
"The heavenly stems and earthly branches..."
As long as you know that "noon" is the direction of south, all other directions can be calculated.
In the kitchen, I found a bag of withered and yellow plants that looked like foxtail grass. I couldn't tell what the bag of plants was.
There is no sense of smell in the game, and there is no way to know whether it is edible.
"Is it a plant that increases the sanity level? Plus blood? Give it a try. Anyway, there is still blood from a Biaozi."
As for the other items, they were all tattered daily utensils. The old man next door was really too poor to be poor.
"Going to the east..."
After pondering for a while, he decided to believe his neighbor's words and hiding at home waiting for his grandma to return was not his style.
At worst, we'll start the fourth cycle again.
Then go to the east!
So, on the fifth and sixth days, I called my silly brother, and the two of them spent time in constant preparation...
First, he worked hard to release the blood of "Biaozi".
Sure enough, these green grass-like plants began to grow wildly after encountering the blood of life. In just a while, they formed strange wheat-like plants with very large grains like corn kernels.
"Brother, is this what we eat?" Even the stupid brother was shocked. The tortillas he usually eats are actually this kind of plant that can suck blood!
"I don't know either. It's better not to eat randomly unless you have to."
Wang Hao was also a little shocked. He carefully collected the corn kernels.
I don’t know if it has any effect, but I think it’s good to keep it anyway.
Then he peeled off the skin and made two very simple cloaks.
After putting on this cloak, he looked majestic, like a little leopard.
To be continued...