Chapter 4388 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty Eight) Old Age
“I’ve seen it before,” he said.
"How old is the oldest one?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
"It seems...it doesn't seem that big." He replied, "It's just that his hair has turned white."
"What was he doing when you saw him?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
"No...nothing." He replied.
"He always has a state, right?" said the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face, "Is he standing or sitting?"
"Lie on the floor," he said honestly.
"Why are you lying on the ground?" the other party asked.
"He... was... pushed to the ground." He answered.
"After he lay on the ground, was there anyone around him?" the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face asked again.
"Yes." He replied.
"Who?" the other party asked.
"A few people standing around," he answered.
"Did any of those standing people push him down?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
"Yes." he replied.
"Is the person who pushed him down the man in blue armor?" The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face continued to ask.
"No." He replied.
"Who is it?" the other party asked.
"He's from Tiecang," he said.
The other party asked: "Where are the other people standing, are they also from Tiecang?"
"Yes, both," he replied.
"What are those Tiecang people doing?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face, "Do you still remember?" "Yes." He replied, "They were beating the old man."
"Then what?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
"Then..." he said, "the old man was beaten to death."
"What did you think at the time?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
"I didn't... didn't think much about it," he replied.
"What now?" the other party asked, "What do you think?"
"Now... now I just... remember what happened before, that's all." He told the truth again.
"You said this is the oldest blue-armored man you have ever seen, and he has not died of old age." The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face said, "Have you ever thought about how many blue-armored men can die of old age? "
"I never thought about it before," he replied, "Now... now that you tell me, I'm thinking about it."
The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face said: "Have you figured out the reason?"
"I haven't figured it out yet," he replied, "I'll continue to think about it."
"You've talked about it to this point and you haven't figured it out yet?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
After hearing this, the next thing he thought about was that the man in blue armor was in poor health, so it was difficult to live a long life. However, he was a little afraid to tell the other person directly what he was thinking.
"I don't know...I don't know if what I thought was wrong," he said.
"You have already said this, which proves that you already have an idea in your heart." The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face said.
He wanted to change the subject, so he said: "I want to think about the living blue-armored people I have seen before..."
The other party said: "How many of them do you think will have the chance to live until the day they die of old age?"
He thought about the word "opportunity" that the other party said, and carefully guessed what kind of answer the other party wanted him to answer.
(End of chapter)