The dejected middle-aged captain spread his hands as he spoke:
"Although the tycoon is a good old man, plenty of people willingly offer to help him."
"Some are even willing to come here and die in his place."
"And yet there's still no solution."
Tang Seng and the others felt a surge of respect upon hearing this.
To be such a good person that others would die for him—he really must have been exceptionally kind.
But Wenren Sheng smiled when he saw this.
These people still didn't understand the rules of the Strange World...
That was, it was best not to believe what others said.
Even after verifying it, you could only believe half of it.
And that was what made the Strange World so depressing, terrifying, and suffocating.
You could never live with true peace of mind.
You could not be born peacefully, nor could you die peacefully.
In truth, once people got used to it, most elderly people could accept death.
After all, everyone had to die.
The prerequisite was that they did not die painfully.
But in the Strange World, that had become the greatest luxury.
"Later, don't say anything. Just follow me inside," the dejected middle-aged captain continued.
Soon afterward, their vehicle arrived at the tycoon's home.
He truly was a tycoon.
A massive estate stood before them.
It stretched so far that they could not see its end at a glance.
The people inside also seemed completely different from those outside.
The servants respectfully bowed to the bus.
When the main gates of the estate saw the vehicle approaching, no one questioned them. They simply opened at once.
In Tang Seng's eyes, the people here carried a different air about them—the air of vitality.
Among the people he had encountered, nearly all of them had