Zuo Changlu also tilted his head back and sighed deeply. "Old Hong, can't we refuse them just once?"
"Refuse..."
Blind Hong chuckled. "Old Zuo, the first time I refused, I lost my left eye; the second time, I lost my right eye... if I refuse again, all I have left is this life. Either I die on the spot or drag out my last breaths. How am I supposed to choose? Since ancient times, death alone has been the hardest thing to face!"
"Even knowing I'm just dragging out my last breaths, I still want to live another couple of years. Bitter as this mortal world is, who would willingly leave before their time? How could I close my eyes in peace?"
That afternoon, Blind Hong stayed in Zuo Changlu's shop, and the two talked heart-to-heart for a long time.
Next door.
Wu Tiejiang, who knew the inside story very well, kept hammering iron, sweat pouring off him like rain!
"What the hell even is all this..."
Wu Tiejiang muttered to himself.
After parting with Zuo Xiaonian, Zuo Xiaoduo hurried toward Second High School on his own.
He left the shopping street, crossed the main road, then slipped into the pedestrian street. He only had to cross it and pass through a few more alleys to reach the vicinity of Second High School.
These little paths were too narrow for vehicles, but walking through them was no problem.
At the moment, the pedestrian street was quite crowded, bustling with people as far as the eye could see.
Moving with the crowd at a pace that looked slow but was actually fast, Zuo Xiaoduo covered a hundred meters or so and could already see the little alley between two buildings.
Just then, however, he suddenly sensed something.
Up ahead, four