Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

There were low cries that echoed in the room. They were Wang Changxi's two little grandsons.

Others looked at the old man lying on the bed with distressed and regretful expressions, remaining silent.

Starting from Wang Zushi's generation, except for Wang Lin, the rest of the Wang family are simple and kind-hearted people, and they have a good relationship with everyone in Liuhua Village.

When Wang Changxi and Wang Changgui were young, they went hunting in the back mountains. Whatever they got, they would share some with other people in the village.

They are not saviors, but they are also the pillars of Liuhua Village and have changed the entire living environment of Liuhua Village.

Now, the once strong young man was lying on the bed, his breath was weak, and it was difficult to open his eyes.

"Squeak~"

The door was opened, and a cold wind blew in.

The figures of Su Han and Wang Hui appeared in front of everyone.

"Mr. Su."

"Mr. Su, you are here."

Most people spoke to Su Han, while Su Han nodded slightly.

Then, his eyes looked at Wang Changxi.

I vaguely remember that when I first met him, Wang Changxi was very thin, obviously due to lack of food.

Later, Su Han taught him martial arts, archery, and hunting.

As his life improved, Wang Changxi's body became stronger and more powerful.

But at this moment, he was extremely old, his face was covered with age spots, his hair was gray-white, and he also had a long beard.

"Mr. Su, please sit down." Wang Hui moved a chair over.

"You go to the guest room first." Su Han said.

Everyone nodded and all left.

Wang Changxi seemed to sense Su Han's arrival, and tried his best to open his eyes, with a forced smile on his chapped lips.

"Mr. Su, you are here."

"Um."

Su Han nodded and said with the same smile: "What, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Kind of."

Wang Changxi wanted to sit up, but couldn't do it at all.

Su Han supported him, half lying and half sitting.

"After so many years, I have become old..."

Wang Changxi seemed to be having a comeback, not as weak as Wang Hui said.

He looked forward quietly and said slowly: "I used to think that I would never grow old. I would always hunt in the back mountains, help Liuhua Village, and become a middle village, or even a big village..."

"Come on." Su Han grabbed his hand.

It's a little dry and cracked, doesn't feel good to the touch, and is no longer as smooth as it was when I was young.

"Mr. Su, my Wang family is really sorry for you because of what happened to Wang Lin and his wife."

Wang Changxi was full of guilt: "You have led us to this point, but we have ended up in this situation. It's a pity that I can't get out of bed. Otherwise, I would have... ahem!"

"Say less, I'm fine, don't worry." Su Han said.

Wang Changxi looked at Su Han for a while and suddenly smiled: "Yes, a generous person like you has your own character, how can you be as knowledgeable as that shrew?"

"When I lie in bed, sometimes when I think about it, I feel that this life is really like a dream."

"In the past, gods often appeared and kidnapped some people in the village, but since you came, nothing like this has ever happened again."

"Not only that, under your leadership, I, Wang Changxi, actually became the leader of the village. That sense of pride and accomplishment, tsk tsk...it's really hard to describe in words!"

"It's just that I'm old and my body is no longer good. I'm afraid I'll leave before you do. The only thing I'm worried about is what will you do after I leave? Will that damn Song Yu get worse? Bullying you? Wang Lin is too weak and incompetent. He doesn't even dare to fart in front of Song Yu. If she really comes to trouble you, who can support you!"

A look of deep worry appeared on his face, and Wang Changxi felt angry and hateful.

"Don't worry about me. I'm in good health. If you are really afraid that Song Yu will make things difficult for me, then just live well. Otherwise, I won't have anyone to rely on." Su Han comforted.

Wang Zushi, his wife, and Wang Changxi's brother and sister were the closest to Su Han.

In addition, Wang Lin and Wang Hui were both from the third generation and were not close to Su Han.

Needless to say, Wang Lin, Wang Hui married a long time ago. After Wang Changxi passes away, she will leave Liuhua Village and will not be able to continue to take care of Su Han here.

It is these things that Wang Changxi is worried about.

"My body, I know it myself."

Wang Changxi suddenly coughed violently. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief. When he took it off, a group of almost black blood appeared on the handkerchief.

"People just can't be greedy for this world..."

Wang Changxi took a deep breath and tried his best to smooth out his breath.

He suddenly looked at Su Han: "Mr. Su, before Xinlan died, she called me into the house. Do you know what she said to me?"

"I know." Su Han nodded.

He didn't eavesdrop, but he could guess.

"As expected of Mr. Su... Let me ask you again, you saved my life when I fell off the cliff. If I were asked to save me again, would you still save me?" Wang Changxi said.

Su Han was stunned for a moment.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded: "Yes."

Wang Changxi showed a happy smile. He turned over and grabbed Su Han's hand, sighing: "That's enough. I've lived for seventy-five years, and it's really enough."

Su Han was silent.

"Mr. Su, I have something that I put in the drawer over there. It's for you. After I close my eyes, you can take it out, but don't open it yet. When will you leave Liuhua Village? Open it." Wang Changxi said again.

Su Han smiled and reached out and touched Wang Changxi's head: "The little guy back then actually learned to leave things for me?"

Both of them are extremely old, and this picture looks a little wrong, but the sadness and distress are spreading even more invisible.

"You've taken care of me all your life, and it's time for me to take care of you."

Wang Changxi slowly closed his eyes, and his breath gradually became weaker.

"Okay...I'm a little tired...I want to take a rest."

"Mr. Su, don't leave, just stay here... guard me here, guard me..."

The sound gradually died down, until finally, it was completely silent.

Su Han looked at Wang Changxi. He was half lying there, his eyes closed, very calm.

"Go..." Su Han grabbed his hand and tightened it slightly.

The joy of youth, the pride of achievement in middle age, the sorrow and regret of old age.

Wang Changxi's life is indeed not easy.

After a long time, Su Han stood up and opened the drawer Wang Changxi mentioned before.

Inside, there was a brand new envelope with a pen on it: Mr. Su personally opened it.

Su Han picked up the envelope and after a slight hesitation, he did not open it directly. Instead, he temporarily put it in his clothes as Wang Changxi asked.

There is only one last step left to transform into a mortal. When it is time to leave Liuhua Village, it will not be too late to open it again.