Chapter 1193 Prayer
Xiao Wang, the girl, thought that Uncle Li was very cold, so she added another quilt for him.

Although the two quilts were very heavy, this real feeling made Uncle Li realize so clearly that he was still alive.

He likes this feeling.

The shaking of his body slowly stopped.

So even though he felt a little uncomfortable, he did not let Xiao Wang remove the quilt that was added later.

……

Noticing that the young man in front of him was about to speak, the old man felt inexplicably nervous and afraid and hurriedly interrupted the young man before he could finish his words.

"that……"

The old man's tone was somewhat hurried and flustered, his voice was sharp, and there was a hint of mournfulness in it.

The veins on his old and yellowed hands were so prominent that they seemed to be about to break through the shackles of the skin and jump out.

“When I woke up this time, I felt like I was in another world.”

"I feel a little strange when I see Xiao Wang."

"Oh, Xiao Wang is my wife."

"She's still very young, unlike an old man like me."

The old man began to mutter, looking a little dazed.

“Two years ago, I won the jackpot.”

"I have lots and lots of money."

"I was in high spirits, I had a new house and a new wife."

"I thought my luck had turned, and I thought my life would be smooth sailing from now on."

"After all, I have so much money."

"But God is so cruel."

"Too cruel……"

The old man murmured it several times.

"He gave me endless money, but he wants to take my life!"

"So, what's the use of all this money?!"

The old man became excited, his eyes turned slightly red, and his chest heaved violently like an old bellows, making a noisy and harsh sound.

The old man was panting heavily.

Like an old beast that was forced into a desperate situation, his back was deeply arched and his whole body exuded an aura of despair.

……

"Xiao Wang is pregnant."

The old man, who had finally recovered his breath, suddenly said.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

A smile with some joy appeared on his wrinkled face.

"I am very happy."

“I thought I would never have kids again.”

"I'm not qualified."

……

"That child...he always comes to see me."

“I always dream about him.”

"It's so small."

"He was covered in blood, like a broken doll."

"It should be, no, it was definitely painful, but the child didn't make any sound."

".Obviously, he is a child who will cry for a long time if he falls."

"I wanted to tell him to stop crying, but the words wouldn't come out."

"Because he didn't cry."

"But it seemed like he was crying, and crying very sadly."

"He told me that he was in a lot of pain, a lot of pain."

"I know. I want to comfort him."

The old man was somewhat incoherent, flustered and at a loss, his whole body stiff, "But I'm not good at talking, I don't know what to say to comfort the child."

"I want to hug him."

"But I saw him lying on the ground covered in blood."

"Keep your eyes closed."

"No sound."

"I'm scared."

"I'm really scared."

The old man's voice was low, hoarse, and as tight as a stretched string. It was easy to break with a "snap" sound, which was quite uncomfortable to the ears.

The listeners' hearts were also hanging high because of the old man's neurotic tension, and they had a feeling of hanging in the air, insecurity and fear.

……

“But I have another child.”

“Everything is different now.”

The old man's expression calmed down, "My child..."

"Does this mean that my mistakes are forgiven?"

……

"That mistake destroyed my family and made me live in confusion for most of my life."

“My life is pretty much ruined.”

……

"I won the prize, right? It was for this child who was still in her mother's belly?" "This child is my atonement."

"Do I...have a chance to go to heaven, too?"

The old man's eyes revealed a bit of yearning and desire, and his lips moved, "I thought I would definitely go to the eighteenth level of hell."

"My child died because of my negligence."

"I killed my child."

"But there is always a way out."

"If I just take good care of this child, can I make up for the sins I committed before?"

"If I take good care of this child, will I not go to hell?"

"Yes or no……"

……

"so-"

The old man stopped muttering and grabbed the sleeve of the young man in front of him.

With a huge force that was not suitable for his frail body.

"I don't want to die!"

"I can't die now!"

"I haven't done anything yet, I haven't made up for anything yet..."

"How could I end my life like this?"

"How could this be?"

"Can't!"

“I don’t want to go to hell.”

"I did not do it on purpose."

"I really didn't mean to."

"I'll make it up."

"I can make up for it."

"I can do anything. I..."

The old man's words came to an abrupt end as his hand was brushed away.

He looked at the young man in front of him in a daze.

……

The little white fox shook its tail with some regret.

If Lord Xiao Xiao hadn't stopped it at the beginning, it would have opened the human's hand long ago.

It hates things that don't conform to its aesthetic standards being too close to it.

……

"Uncle Li."

Xiao Xiao's eyebrows were calm, "Even if-"

"young people!"

Before Xiao Xiao could finish a complete sentence, the old man interrupted the young man again.

Look anxious.

There was a hint of madness in his eyes, "Please have pity on an old man like me!"

"I don't ask for much."

"I just want to live a few more days."

"Let me stay at home with the children for a few more days."

"Can't you just have some pity on me?"

The old man's cloudy eyes were moist.

When the old man lowered his head, a tear fell to the ground.

For a moment, the room was very quiet.

But it was not quiet either.

Because the old man's heavy breathing filled the whole room.

……

"I know-"

The old man looked up again at the young man who seemed to have not changed much since he first sat in the chair, as if his hysteria was nothing but a breeze to him.

He became more and more angry, but also more and more majestic.

"Young man, you are not an ordinary person."

"You know the turtle is a monster."

……

"Monster."

The old man suddenly sighed hoarsely, "As I get older, I can encounter anything."

"The Divine Turtle is not a Divine Turtle, but... a monster?"

……

"No wonder they can't see the turtle."

"They all think I'm crazy!"

The old man only now realized the meaning of the looks others gave him during that period.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly at my own slowness.

But at that time, his mind was full of thoughts about how to find the sacred turtle, so how could he pay attention to anything else?

Even if he noticed, he wouldn't care, right?
(End of this chapter)