ID No. 019

Chapter 83: Have you eaten fish?

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Like fish eyes.

Chen Yang swallowed, raised the flashlight on his phone and pointed it at the girl's eyes, but she didn't blink.

She couldn't blink or close her eyes because she had no eyelids.

Chen Yang asked abruptly: "Where are your parents? Are you and your brother the only ones at home?"

The girl wiped the tears from her face and said, "I have a younger sister, who lives in someone else's home."

Chen Yang stared at the girl's bulging eyes.

Xiangdong pulled Chen Yang aside and said, "What's going on? Why are her eyes like those of a fish? Could it be because she ate the fish?"

Chen Yang looked at the girl with tears streaming down her face again. The visual impact of fish eyes on a human face was many times stronger than that of cat eyes.

"Sister, have you ever eaten a fish with a name?" Chen Yang asked.

The girl's crying suddenly stopped. She clutched her brother's clothes tightly, her eyes flickering: "I... I didn't..."

Chen Yang understood in his heart that the girl's eyes became like this, which was basically certain to be related to her name Yu. She was not dead because besides her brother, she still had a relative alive.

She is not alone.

"To be safe, let's find one or two people who have eaten the fish to verify it." Chen Yang said cautiously.

"That girl is the first one we have seen with fish eyes. Before that, everyone in the town looked like a human. I don't think any of them had eaten fish." Xiangdong's collar was soaked with sweat. He felt the temperature was rising. "It's the middle of the night. Where can we find her? Knock on every door?"

They were in a hurry to get to the Stone Valley, so they didn't have the time.

Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian.

Chao Jian looked at the night sky, with no intention of discussing the matter.

Chen Yang rubbed the phone case without saying a word until it was warm. Then a light came into his muddled mind: "Two people ate the name fish."

He squinted his eyes to the east: "Who is it?"

Chen Yang held the phone tightly: "The middle-aged couple who visited the ancestral grave."

Xiangdong paused as he was playing with the lighter. Yes, damn, how could he forget about them!

Not only did the couple steal other people's lives, they also asked their ancestors to bless their fish so that they would not be caught by others, otherwise their stolen lives would be in vain.

Greedy and realistic.

Xiangdong had followed the couple before and knew where they lived. Soon, he brought Chen Yang and Chao Jian to a door.

"That's it." Xiangdong grabbed the lock ring on the door and banged it.

"Who is it?" A complaining voice came from the door, who was woken up.

Continue to turn the lock ring eastward.

Soon, there was a rustling sound from inside, followed by two sets of footsteps.

The couple had done something wrong and were afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, so they came out together to see what was going on.

The footsteps stopped at the door, but it didn't open.

Chen Yang was just about to do some communication work when a thrilling loud noise popped up in his ears.

It wasn't Chao Jian's crutch that hit the door, but Xiangdong's foot.

With Chao Jian around, Chen Yang almost forgot that Xiangdong was a mad dog. He watched helplessly as the other party kicked the door open and grabbed the middle-aged couple who fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man yelled in pain: "What do you want to do?!"

His wife screamed in panic: "Help! Someone is killing someone... Help..."

"Shut up, damn it!" Xiangdong roared fiercely.

The couple was afraid to say anything.

A smell of urine wafted from the middle-aged man's crotch.

"You are so cowardly that you even dare to snatch other people's lives." Xiangdong sneered.

The middle-aged man's legs went limp, and his body, which had been lifted up by Xiangdong, collapsed: "You...you..."

Chen Yang took a photo with his mobile phone and found that the couple had no eyelids around their eyes and could not blink.

Same with that girl.

It has now been verified that people who have eaten the named fish have experienced abnormal changes in their eyes.

"When I met those two people this afternoon, their eyes were fine. How come they became fish eyes just now?" Xiangdong left the middle-aged couple's house and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Chen Yang walked towards the direction of the Stone Valley: "What do you think?"

Xiangdong raised his eyebrows: "Was it caused by the boiling water rain?" He got the answer from Chen Yang's expression, and couldn't help but find it funny and creepy, "Rain is a magic mirror?"

Chen Yang twitched his lips, and the butterfly effect began to emerge.

There may be other anomalies.

Chen Yang was tearing the packaging of the milk slices. The townspeople who had eaten the named fish would have eyes like fish, but they still retained some human characteristics.

Because fish do not have tear glands, they cannot shed tears.

"If all the fish you eat turn into fish eyes, then the range is still not small enough." Xiangdong said dissatisfiedly, "It would be better to set a limit. If you eat more than five fish, you will grow fish scales. If you eat more than ten fish, you can't stand up and walk, but can only flutter. Then the mission target will be easier to find."

"…" Chen Yang said, "You have a nice idea."

"Put this aside for now, let's go back to the Stone Valley and talk about it." He interrupted Xiangdong who was about to get angry and gave the milk slice to Chao Jian. "The rain tonight broke the artificial balance. For the big family that secretly controls the lifespan of others, it is an accident and a change. They are in chaos, and the progress of the mission will be faster."

"The one at the stairs is a fish eye, right?" Xiangdong played with the diamond given by the painter like a walnut. "It's just two eyeballs, without eyelids to cover them, so they can only move but can't close."

Chen Yang thought for a moment and said, "It's possible."

"Snap"

Something fell on Chao Jian's baseball cap, and he suddenly retracted his raised cane: "Find a place to hide, quickly!"

Chen Yang's body reacted before his brain did. He carried Chao Jian on his back and ran.

Xiangdong is still in the same place.

"Xiangdong! Hide quickly!" Chen Yang shouted.

Xiangdong had never heard Chen Yang call his name like this before. There was obvious nervousness and worry in his bursting emotions. He had a momentary tinnitus, and when he reacted, the man had already followed them into the land temple.

"Boom boom"

A crack appeared in the black cloth covering the night sky, and a pale light exploded out from it.

“Wow—”

Heavy rain fell from the sky and the whole town was steaming hot.

Chen Yang's rapidly beating heart banged against his ribs. He grabbed the clothes on his chest and gasped, "Someone covered those two eyeballs."

Who is it this time

Chen Yang quickly ruled it out in his mind. It couldn’t be Widow Zhou. She was a ghost and she couldn’t cover her eyes.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been hinted at and asked to go to the second floor to discover the secret.

Could it be that Xiangdong activated the curse, so that as long as those two eyeballs were covered by someone, they would automatically close

No, you can’t close your eyes, you can only cover them with something.

Who is covering his eyes now

Chen Yang and Xiang Dong looked at each other, and a name appeared in their eyes.

Ge Fei.

That guy is missing, so it's more likely that it was him.

Chen Yang's calf was poked by the crutch, and he turned his gaze from Xiangdong's face to Chao Jian.

"Go inside." He said to Jian with a cold face.

Chen Yang then pulled Chao Jian back to the wall.

The first time it rained, he was in the room with the doors and windows closed, so he couldn't see what was happening outside. This time he was diagonally facing the entrance of the land temple.

There is no door there.

I couldn't see anything outside, there was only fog.

"Gurgle gurgle..."

"Gulp"

From the mist came the eerie sound of boiling water, bubbling.

It looked like there was a huge iron pot outside, and something was cooking.

There were living things leaping in the boiling water.

A lot of living things.

Amid the noisy sounds of struggle, there were blood-curdling screams of pain.

High-pitched, sharp, and shrill.

This was the second time Chen Yang heard it. The first time he only felt it was confusing and terrifying. This time, perhaps because there was no door blocking his hearing, he could hear it very clearly.

There are cats, mice, babies, and fish in the fog, all alive.

The original scene is reproduced.

Chen Yang felt as if an icicle had pierced into his spine, causing the blood in his body to freeze and his entire body to feel cold.

This town was once a living hell.

In the inn, Miss Qiao and Xiang Zimu stayed in their room. Qian Han, Zhu Zhu and Big Eyed Girl were lying against the wall, none of them woke up.

There was heavy rain outside the doors and windows.

"The rain is so annoying." Miss Qiao stood by the window, her slender arms folded lazily.

Xiang Zimu sat at the table writing and drawing.

"Damn it." Miss Qiao uttered a foul word from her rosy lips, and she took out an umbrella from her small purse.

Xiang Zimu paused with the pencil between her fingers, and her eyes moved from the notebook to Miss Qiao's umbrella.

The umbrella cover is red and the ribs are white.

One red and one white, just like the paint on Miss Qiao's fingers and nails.

"This is a family heirloom of the Yun family." Miss Qiao turned the umbrella around in the room, stroking the word "Yun" on the umbrella handle. She sighed softly, "It is said that the Zhu family also has one, but it's a pity that the Zhu family members are too ugly, and my sister can't eat them."

Xiang Zimu put down her pencil, sat on the chair for a few seconds, stood up and walked to Miss Qiao, and her hand with clearly visible blue veins touched the umbrella.

"Human skin." Xiang Zimu stroked it inch by inch, "It was peeled off when he was still alive."

She moved her hand down and touched the ribs of the umbrella, stroking them one by one: "Human bones are also pulled out by removing the flesh when the person is still alive."

Miss Qiao raised her lips, without a trace of surprise or surprise in her eyes: "Ms. Xiang knows a lot."

"You are not a newcomer, but you are wearing a newcomer's vest. You wear it, but you wear it so unprofessionally. It feels incongruous all over, as if you are intentionally attracting someone's curiosity." She moved closer and sniffed the body fragrance of the person in front of her. The smell was better than all the perfumes she had used. "Ms. Xiang, you are really interesting."

Xiang Zimu paused in stroking the umbrella ribs. She calmly sat back in the chair and pressed her right hand on her left wrist.

"Mr. Chen and the others are outside..."

"It's not that I'm stingy and don't want to give him the umbrella." Miss Qiao interrupted Xiang Zimu with a smile, "He has a humanoid umbrella and doesn't need mine, but I'm a weak woman and I have to keep it for my own protection."

Xiang Zimu made an "oh" shape with her pale lips and picked up the pencil on the table again.

"I'm going out for a while." Miss Qiao opened the door holding an umbrella so that the hot rain wouldn't splash on her.

It feels like an independent space under the umbrella.

Xiang Zimu held a pencil and drew a line on the notebook. A few strands of black hair slid from her shoulders to the front, blocking her porcelain-white face.

Miss Qiao walked across the yard holding an umbrella, lifted the curtain and walked into the lobby of the inn. She folded up the dry umbrella and stepped onto the stairs.

"Da Da Da"

The sound of red leather shoes stepping on the stairs echoed in the corridor.

The rhythm is enchanting and casual.

Miss Qiao poked the stairs with her umbrella every time she went up a flight of stairs, and she reached the second floor without any obstruction.

The rain suddenly stopped.

Miss Qiao stood at the stairs. She glanced at the two eyeballs on the wall. After a few seconds, she put her hand on them. They were warm and a little sweaty.

Did the clever little mouse run away? Miss Qiao glanced at the aisle opposite. It was dark and cold, as if something was lurking in there, ready to pounce and bite her to death when she walked in.

Miss Qiao lazily stepped into the aisle, her feet making a series of crisp sounds, as if some invisible barrier was torn apart as she entered. She heard chewing sounds and smelled blood.

The "knock knock" sound stopped at the door of a room. Miss Qiao raised the red umbrella in her hand, exerted force with her hand, and the door was pushed open. What came into her eyes was a mutilated corpse.

A woman was lying on the ground next to him, her limbs twisted. She was holding a piece of arm in her hands, her sharp nails tearing off a piece of skin, and her teeth were gnawing on it.

Miss Qiao put down the hand holding the umbrella: "Excuse me."

As soon as she turned around, she turned back again: "Boss lady, have you been affected by the rain and turned into a monster that is neither human nor ghost?"

"Or," Miss Qiao opened her umbrella and raised it above her head. She looked at the woman with blood on her mouth from under the umbrella, "you were originally a monster, and it was only this rain that revealed your true form?"

Widow Zhou crawled towards Miss Qiao on her stomach, her limbs dragging on the ground, sticky blood dripping from her mouth. She seemed to be afraid of the red umbrella. She stopped a few steps away and glared at her with bloodshot eyes.

Miss Qiao did not look at Widow Zhou. Instead, her gaze was directed at the corpse behind her, which was a middle-aged man.

Not long ago, she slept with a young ancestor of the Yun family. The other person's facial features looked like a middle-aged man who was forty or fifty years younger.

Chen Yang revealed that Xiangdong overheard upstairs that people from two families had a conflict with the merchants and someone died.

It now appears that the one who died was the head of the Yun family, and the person Xiangdong saw leaving the inn was the head of the Zhu family.

What about traveling merchants

Miss Qiao looked at Widow Zhou lying on the ground and asked, "Did you eat all the traveling merchants?"

Widow Zhou licked her blood-stained nails and put them in her mouth and sucked on them.

Miss Qiao felt a numbness on the back of her neck, and she discovered that Widow Zhou's belly was bulging, as if she was six or seven months pregnant. The traveling merchants were dead, the head of the Yun family was dead, and the core person who planned this sacrifice was only the one from the Zhu family.

"I wanted to go up to the second floor yesterday, but I was trapped in the corridor. This time I had an umbrella to avoid being trapped. How did Xiangdong come up? You like guys like him." Miss Qiao stroked her face, "I like him too, but he's a gay."

Widow Zhou grabbed the bloody arm and gnawed it while glaring at Miss Qiao.

"You may not understand the word gay, it's also called Duanxiu, Longyang's fetish." Miss Qiao said, "Eat slowly."

The moment she turned her head, a very rotten and stench came up. She didn't look back, but swept the red umbrella in her hand behind her.

It seemed light and effortless, but it caused Widow Zhou, who was rushing over, to let out a sharp and piercing scream.

Miss Qiao left this room and went to the next room. What she saw was a large bloodstain spreading from the bed. She walked to the bed and saw several bones with teeth marks on it.

This is also a room for business and residence.

Miss Qiao looked around the room. There were few places where people could hide. She opened the cabinet and found it was empty.

"Where is it?"

Miss Qiao looked under the bed, but there was nothing there. She came out impatiently and stood in the aisle, looking to the left. There were still six rooms left.

It was indeed as Chen Yang said, the room number was the same as that in the backyard.

Miss Qiao lived in Room 03 in the backyard. She walked into the corresponding room on the second floor and found two pieces of paper on the bed with two birth dates on them.

One of them is hers, and the other one is Xiang Zimu's.

Miss Qiao did not rashly touch the two pieces of paper. The NPC in this mission really knew the tasker inside out. She stepped on her leather shoes, neither fast nor slow: "Where is it?"

"Where is it hidden..."

Miss Qiao went in and out of room after room. There was a thin layer of sweat on her neck, and her hair was stuck to it but she didn't bother to brush it away.

"This is the last room." Miss Qiao stared at the tightly closed door. The other party had come up with great difficulty and would not leave easily.

Unless there is no way out.

Miss Qiao pushed the door open and walked in. She did not rush to look for things, but leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.

The cigarette burned silently and the room was silent.

"Brother Ge, isn't it stuffy in the cabinet?" Miss Qiao shifted her body's center of gravity from her left foot to her right foot. She didn't sleep tonight and she felt tired.

There was no movement in the closet.

Miss Qiao chuckled lightly, without any smile on her face. She put out her cigarette and walked towards the cabinet step by step.

Just as she was about to get closer, the cabinet door creaked open.

Only a gap is left.

Miss Qiao looked into the cabinet and saw a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at her.

Round eyes.

Ge Fei's eyes are long and narrow, and the person in them is not him, but a woman.

When Miss Qiao thought of this, she was stunned for a moment. At that moment, a disheveled figure rushed out of the closet, raised the thing in his hand and pointed it at her eyes.

It's wood ash.

Miss Qiao: “…”

"My eyes are going blind." Miss Qiao wiped away the tears from her eyes and blurted out the second swear word of the night. She took off her high-heeled leather shoes, jumped down the stairs after the figure and chased after him.

In the land temple, Chen Yang held up his mobile phone and looked around. There was no stone statue of Bodhisattva here.

He noticed something out of the corner of his eye, walked quickly to a corner, and kicked the randomly piled weeds with his foot.

"What?" He stretched his head to the east.

"Fragments of a stone statue." Chen Yang glanced at the side and saw traces of sleeping on the weeds.

One of Widow Zhou's instructions was that there was a crazy woman in the land temple in the maple forest in the east who would bite young men, and this was her territory.

She's not here now.

"We will pass by here when we come back from the Stone Valley. We will explore it again then." Chen Yang walked to Chao Jian's side, "Let's go to the Stone Valley. We have to hurry."

Chao Jian asked Chen Yang to take the fragments of the stone statue.

Chen Yang picked it up without saying a word and stuffed it into his backpack.

It's nothing strange to the east.

Although he couldn't understand Chen Baicai's trust in that boy, it was too much, too much.

It is difficult for a couple to build up that level of trust.

The most outrageous thing is that Chen Baicai didn’t think there was any problem with his level of trust in Chao Jian. When has his adaptability ever been so strong

Xiangdong didn’t know that Chen Yang was curious and confused at first, and even on guard, but slowly, he continued to trust him unconsciously.

After realizing that, Chen Yang chose to accept it after some struggle. It’s not that he didn’t want to explore it, but there were too many doubts in his world, and they were still increasing.

Chen Yang’s energy is limited, and some things can only be put aside temporarily.

Around 3:30 in the morning, Chen Yang and his two companions found the Rocky Valley southeast of the town. They found a hiding place that could only accommodate two people.

Xiangdong rolled his eyes and went somewhere else.

Chen Yang hid behind a strange rock and carefully tried to find out what was going on in the pile of rocks.

Four lanterns were placed at the four corners, with two people standing in the middle. Their clothes revealed their identities, one master and one servant.

The host is a middle-aged man, and the attacker is an elderly man.

The middle-aged man was holding a bright red umbrella in his hand, which was particularly eye-catching in the dim light.

The old servant was holding a flashlight, looking for something anxiously and seriously.

Chen Yang leaned close to Chao Jian's ear and asked, "Is the master and servant from the Zhu family or the Yun family?"

"Zhu family." Chao Jian turned his back to the pile of rocks, stroking his hot forehead with both hands, breathing a little impatiently, "There are words on the lantern, where are your eyes?"

Chen Yang: “… I found out after asking.”

Before he could say anything else, the old servant came towards them, the skin on his face looking like it had been burned.

Did the town also have hot rain many years ago? Chen Yang had a guess in his heart. He remembered the girl who cried while holding her brother's body. She said that she woke her brother up and asked him to go out to collect clothes for her. She also said that she didn't know that rain was hot.

The girl did not mention the screams in the rain.

Chen Yang deduced that when it rained, the people in the town could not hear the screams.

Only outsiders can hear it.

The old servant got closer to Chen Yang's hiding place. He held his breath and observed him, trying to find more signs of burns, but found that the other person's eyes were fish eyes.

A whiff of fishy smell entered Chen Yang's nostrils. The smell came from the old servant who was standing next to the rugged rocks.

As long as the old servant stretched his neck to look behind the strange rock, he would see Chen Yang and Chao Jian sitting on the ground.

Chen Yang tensed his hands and feet alertly, grabbed a stone, and his fingertips felt the sharp part. He adjusted the position of the stone so that the sharp end faced outwards.

The fishy smell was still on the other side of the strange rock, and the old servant had not left.

The blood flow in Chen Yang's body slowed down. He poked Jian silently. When the other party looked at him, he said with his eyes: Should I lead the person away

Chao Jian held Chen Yang's hand and held it with his slightly cool palm.

"Master, it's not here." An old voice came from behind the strange rock.

Mr. Zhu, who was not far away, spoke in a loud and rough voice, without any manners of a patriarch of a large family: "Then find another place, quickly! Where the hell is it!"

"What do you think they are looking for?" Chen Yang moved his wrist that was held by Chao Jian.

Chao Jian withdrew his hand and answered irrelevantly: "Come closer to me."

Chen Yang moved his body and listened to his whisper: "There is no shelter from the rain here. If it rains again, go grab that umbrella."

"Okay." Chen Yang didn't ask any further questions.

"Old Wu came here when he mutated into a cat. It was an unconscious act. There must be information closely related to the mission here." Chen Yang knelt on the strange rock and tilted his head to pay attention to the progress of the master and servant. "Since this is the Stone Valley, they should be looking for stones. Let's stay put and let them look for them. When they find them, we will take action."

Chao Jian looked at the sky.

Chen Yang also took a look. It was summer now, and the daylight came earlier.

If the master and servant have not found the thing by daybreak, the two groups will meet each other.

From time to time, there was the sound of stones turning over in the Stone Valley, mixed with Mr. Zhu's abuse. He gave people the feeling that there was an evil spirit chasing him from behind, and his mental state plummeted.

Chen Yang touched his neck and pinched a drunk mosquito to death. There was a pool of blood on his fingertips. He wiped it off on his clothes and glanced at Chao Jian with sore eyes.

Chao Jian closed his eyes, like an old monk in meditation.

Chen Yang looked at Xiangdong again. Xiangdong pointed at the master and servant who were searching, and lightly stroked his neck with his hand.

Let’s just go all out and knock the guy down, Xiangdong said with gestures.

Chen Yang asked him to be patient.

After an unknown amount of time, a white line appeared on the horizon. Chen Yang's eyelids twitched. It was over. Daybreak was about to begin.

As soon as the darkness recedes, they will be exposed.

Chen Yang stood up with the help of the strange rock. His fingernails scratched the small gravel particles on it. When he noticed it, the gravel particles had already fallen off.

Just as Chen Yang was frightened, a hand caught the stone.

Chao Jian grabbed Chen Yang's hanging arm, bent his index finger, tapped on his arm, and asked him to sit down.

Just as Chen Yang was about to sit down, the old servant's excited voice came from one direction.

"Master!" The old servant shouted with surprise and fear of something, "Look at this! Is this it?"

Chen Yang straightened his bent waist immediately, and he looked at the halo of dawn. Mr. Zhu was probably too hot and had rolled up his sleeves.

There were two burns on the right forearm.

The old servant not only had burns on his face, but also on his neck. There was almost no intact skin.

The burns on both the master and the servant looked old.

Chen Yang looked at Mr. Zhu. He looked like he was in his forties or fifties. It was not certain whether he had only lived forty or fifty years.

"Click"

Suddenly there was a slight sound, and Chen Yang quickly looked in the direction of the sound. Xiangdong shrugged at him with a dirty look on his face, "I accidentally kicked a stone and got exposed. Come on, go ahead."

Chen Yang nodded. The master and servant had found something, and it was time to go.

Just as Chen Yang was about to come out from behind the strange rock, the sound of a bullet being loaded pierced his eardrum. He braked the car and caught a glimpse of a gun in the old servant's hand.

Chen Yang: “…”

Xiangdong: “…”

They both retreated silently to their hiding place.

The old servant was very alert. He held a gun and approached the direction where Xiangdong was hiding carefully.

Mr. Zhu opened a red umbrella and held it over his head.

A grown man holding a red umbrella, in this situation, looks no less like a female ghost in red lying on his head.

"Who are you? Come out!" The old servant did not rush over rashly, but shouted vigilantly, "I will count to five. If you don't come out, I will shoot."

He held the gun steadily and counted seriously: "Five, four, three, two..."

Chen Yang: “…”

Xiangdong: “…”

The word "two" in the old servant's mouth paused for a few seconds, and a drop of cold sweat slid down the back of Chen Yang. He stared at the other's mouth shape and coordinated his eyes with Xiangdong.

Chen Yang planned to make a noise. He wanted to use himself to attract the attention of the master and servant, and when they were distracted, he would let Xiangdong take action.

If they don't let the old servant shoot, they will be safe.

However, before Chen Yang could take any action, he was unexpectedly intercepted.

"Bang"

A crutch flew out from beside Chen Yang and hit the old servant's wrist holding the gun. The force was so brutal that his hand instantly became limp and numb, and he lost control of the gun and dropped it to the ground.

"Ah!" The old servant screamed and covered his wrist, "Master, gun! Quick!"

Before Mr. Zhu picked up the gun, he saw a stone coming towards him. He subconsciously gave up picking up the gun and raised his umbrella to block the stone.

"Damn it, I've fed an army of mosquitoes." Xiangdong cursed and rushed forward to kick the old servant. He kicked the man so hard that he couldn't get up, so he stepped on the gun with his feet. His arms and legs were covered with mosquito bites.

"Chen Yang, why the hell aren't you coming over here? Are you squatting there laying eggs?" Xiangdong roared.

Chen Yang carried Chao Jian on his back and picked up the crutch for him.

"Master Zhu, where are the things?" Chen Yang asked the middle-aged man hiding under the red umbrella.

The umbrella was really red, and you could almost smell the blood when you looked closely.

Just as Chen Yang was about to touch the umbrella, Chao Jian's crutch came over. The middle-aged man folded the umbrella in fear. He seemed to want to confirm whether the umbrella was still in good condition, but the next second he was kicked unconscious to the ground by Xiangdong.

Xiangdong searched the middle-aged man's body: "Damn, nothing." As soon as he finished cursing, he tried to pry the other person's hand apart.

A stone fell out.

Xiangdong picked up the stone and found some scratches on it, like those left by a cat's claws.

He brought the stone closer and could see the writing in the scratches.

The destiny is to live to a hundred years, but to die without relatives.

Greed consumes life, while lack of care endears life.