When he was still able to wander around, Jiang Feihong would occasionally recall his life. He felt that this life was regrettable. He had a successful career and had a lot of children and grandchildren.

Some entrepreneurs experienced a lot of hardships when they were young, but they didn’t. He was born in a rural family. He was taken care of by his parents when he was a child, supported by his teachers in college, and helped by noble people after graduation, and the journey was smooth.

Life's ruthless iron mouth was torn, chewed, and swallowed countless people, but he was lucky enough to avoid it.

Without suffering, there should naturally be no regrets.

I thought I shouldn't have it.

He fell down in the yard and lie on the bed for a few days, and his mind was a little confused.

He thought of the tree he planted, and he didn't plant that tree consciously. It sounded a bit like a horror story. He didn't say he was controlled by Apiao, but planting that tree was completely on a whim.

When he went to the countryside to visit his relatives, he saw them planting a sapling in the yard. He had never shoveled the soil before, and suddenly wanted to give it a try. The secretary brought him a brand new shovel and he buried a few shovels of soil for the saplings.

After burying it, he forgot it. Later, he returned to his hometown several times, but he didn't expect that tree.

Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, he was lying on the bed, and the shadow of the tree suddenly came and occupied his mind.

Is that tree still there? How is it growing? Is it a fruit? It's cold, it won't be frozen, right?

He felt regretful, and then realized that regret is not having no children or grandchildren, regret is not doing anything, regret is not suffering in his heart, regret is just such a tree with shallow fate, he wanted to see it.

Coming with the tree are many things with the same shallow fate.

More than 20 years ago, an intern with a sweet smile in the elevator was found having an affair more than 30 years ago. In order to coax his wife, an old friend of mine, more than 40 years ago, his uncle from his family more than 50 years ago, and his father made a swing more than 60 years ago...

He understood that what he missed was actually living.

People with their parents who are alive will not miss their parents, and people who are alive do not need to miss their lives. Only after they step into the gates of hell will they miss the little bits of life.

He immediately transferred to the hospital and invited the best doctor to see him.

After taking a picture, intubation tube, taking medicine, and taking medicine, the situation was even more serious than before.

In recent days, he has slept a lot and woke up a little. He knew that his body had fallen into the gate of hell, and he only had one hand to hold the door frame tightly. Once he relaxed a little, he would fall into the complete darkness.

For the first time in his life, he felt despair.

Chiuchi-

There was a bird's cry outside the window, and he wanted to listen carefully, but the whispers of his daughter-in-law and grandson disturbed the bird's singing.

These two people thought he could not hear him when he was old. He could not hear him before, but after lying on the bed for so long, his body became heavier and his ears became more and more agile.

He was angry, not angry that his grandson and daughter-in-law did not care about him from the bottom of his heart, but instead angry that the two of them had overwhelmed the sound of birds singing.

He wanted to hear more of the vibrant sound.

At this time, he felt a little heavy on his shoulders, and a sound of a suona appeared and disappeared. The sound was very far away at first, and after he focused on listening, the sound became closer and closer.

Listen carefully, it was as if it was making a sound around him, and the sound of the suona was loud, noisy and annoying.

However, there was no suona or sound around him.

Ah, is it that Black and White Impermanence has come to conquer the soul? Is this sound of suona a joy in the underworld?

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the sound.

A sensation of knocking came from the shoulders, and it turned out that the soul was trapped from the shoulders!

“Concentrate.”

With a knock, a male voice came.

Jiang Feihong was shocked, and a vague figure appeared with the voice.

The figure stood beside his bed, pressing one hand on his shoulder.

“No need to talk.”

Jiang Feihong closed his open mouth and glanced at his daughter-in-law and grandson by the window. Neither of them noticed the figure beside his bed.

"They can't sense me. My existence is very thin because my hands touch your shoulders, and with such loud music, you can barely see me and hear my voice."

The figure raised his other hand, as if he had pressed something, and the sound of suona disappeared.

In an instant, the figure became a little blurred again. It was originally a human figure, but now it has become an ellipse.

Jiang Feihong's heartbeats faster. The doctor who was always following him immediately walked in and helped him with a physical examination. The daughter-in-law and grandson at the window followed him to the bedside and pretended to be anxious.

Even if these people were so close, they would not respond even if their eyes swept across the figure's direction.

What kind of existence is this figure!

"I'm...well, a pawn shopkeeper." The figure said, "Have you seen the eighth pawn shop? I'll blink three times after seeing it."

Jiang Feihong didn't blink, he didn't know what the other party was saying.

"I haven't seen it before, it's more troublesome." The figure said with distress.

Jiang Feihong felt nervous. What would happen if he hadn't seen it? What would happen if he had seen it? He hadn't experienced this feeling of being nervous because of the slight behavior of others for a long time.

The figure seemed to see his nervousness and said, "It's no problem if you haven't seen it. Let's go straight to the topic."

Theme? What theme? Is today my death day?

Jiang Feihong stared at the figure tightly. The doctor talked to him, but he had no intention to pay attention. The doctor asked him to relax, but he had no intention to listen.

"How about a year's life span, worth 100 million yuan?"

Jiang Feihong was stunned. It was not because the price was too expensive. He was a well-known industrialist in the country. Taking out 100 million cash was nothing. What made him feel incredible was the meaning of the other party's words.

What does the lifespan of one year mean? What is the word "value"?

Although the old saying goes, "Money can make the devil push the mill", and the current market economy has given money an unprecedented status, he has long known that such batch-printed things are not as useful and sacred as he imagined.

Now, the figure in front of him told him that only 100 million can be exchanged for a year's life?

Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and a chilling feeling came from the passing skin. He woke up suddenly and nodded quickly.

He was very moved, and the tube connected to the instrument was clattering.

"Mr. Jiang! Mr. Jiang!" The doctor was startled and wanted to hold him down.

"Dad! Dad!" The daughter-in-law stepped forward to help.

"Grandpa, grandpa!" The grandson looked bloodless and did not dare to step forward.

Get out of the way, you all get out of the way! Jiang Feihong wants to push them away, but his body is too heavy and his arms are out of control.

"Then, the pawn is established."

A ball of light was thrown out by a figure and fell on Jiang Feihong's chest, like snow falling into the water, instantly melting and sank into it.

"Put the money into this card." The figure shook Jiang Feihong's hand and then let go.

Jiang Feihong blinked, and in less than a second, the figure disappeared in the undetectable gap.

"Mr. Jiang, can you hear me..."

The doctor was still nagging, and Jiang Feihong waved his hand and patted his arm swaying in front of him.

The soft sound of palm-crossing sounded, and Jiang Feihong, the doctor, daughter-in-law, and grandson were stunned.

After a moment, Jiang Feihong smiled on his old face, and his arms were used to it, his body was no longer heavy, and his breathing was relaxed.

He sat up with force on his waist.

The doctor, daughter-in-law and grandson hurriedly retreated, their scalp numb and their legs were weak.

A man who was obviously unable to move and was about to die suddenly sat up!

“Hahahahaha——”

When Jiang Feihong's Hongliang laughed, they had to hold on to the wall.

"Why are you still standing there? Pull out all these needles and tubes for me!" Jiang Feihong said with a glaring eyes.

The doctor couldn't tell whether Jiang Feihong was a zombie, zombie, ghost or monster, so he didn't dare to do it, so he called the nurses.
Chapter completed!