I still hadn't gotten a definite answer from this elder.
Before leaving, I put five hundred yuan on the stool.
The old man suddenly called me back and sighed. "Young man, you'd better think carefully about whether you're going to stop it. You sound very young. Don't assume trading your own life for two hundred others is worth it."
"After that incident, I've lived all these years as something neither human nor ghost. Heaven won't let me die."
"Think it through."
I froze where I stood, looking at the scars covering his wrists.
He had attempted suicide, and more than once.
I asked him, "Master, if you had another chance to choose, would you still try to stop it?"
Almost without hesitation, he shook his head decisively. "I wouldn't."
"Understood. Goodbye."
After we got into the car.
Song Xiaotian was rather exasperated. "How are we supposed to know what Tang Tianming is thinking? We can't read his mind. Why don't you call him and ask?"
I was even more exasperated. "Why don't I just tell him to turn himself in?"
Tang Tianming's psychological attack had struck me right in the heart.
Honestly, I really didn't dare become like that old man and cling to such a miserable existence.
I didn't have that courage or resolve.
Now that I'd reached a dead end, I could only take things one step at a time, so for the moment, I booked a ticket on that flight, which departed at six in the afternoon the day after tomorrow.
I spent those two days thinking about this.
In the hexagram the Patriarch had cast, he had seen someone planning to sacrifice many people. That was why I'd connected the sacrifice to the plane crash.
And Tang Tianming had already admitted that it was the flight