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"What did you say?"

The pig butcher looked at me in disbelief, as if he didn't hear what I said clearly.

"I know where the White Tiger's treasure is." I repeated.

The butcher opened his mouth, stood up from his chair, looked at me in disbelief, and stopped talking several times.

Then, after taking a few steps back and forth in the yard, he controlled his emotions, clenched his fists and asked cautiously: "How do you know?"

"Don't worry about this, I won't lie to you."

"where?"

The pig butcher's throat moved and he asked with difficulty.

The pupils trembled, and there was a complicated light in his eyes that he hoped for but didn't dare to hope for.

I was silent for a while, took the iron pot off the small table and set it aside.

Then, he took the black box out of his backpack and placed it on the table.

"This is the White Tiger's treasure."

The pig butcher's strong body shook, he raised his feet, then cautiously took them back, and clenched his fists tighter.

"You want to use this thing to trick me into taking out the Buddha treasure?"

"Of course not." I smiled, holding my backpack and stepping back, "You can verify it yourself, I won't come close."

The butcher looked at me suspiciously. It was hard to believe that I would take out the treasure so easily.

Of course, in the past, I really wouldn't have done that.

But it's different now.

It was because of the Butcher that I had the chance to start over.

Even though the outcome has changed since time went back and that experience is no longer there, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

At least, it exists in my memory.

So I also want to give him a chance to start over.

No matter if he turns back time and affects me now, I will never regret it.

The butcher still didn't believe me, but he stumbled to the table and looked at the black box again and again.

After a while, he tremblingly took out a stone the size of a dried walnut from his pocket.

After looking at me warily for several times, I put the stone into the groove of the black box.

The size is just right and the texture fits perfectly.

"Yes, it's true! It's true!"

The butcher's lips trembled and his voice trembled. He held the black box in both hands and his body was swaying and almost unsteady.

My heart became a little uneasy.

Take a deep breath and prepare for change.

But after waiting for a long time, the magical light spot did not appear, and the black box showed no response.

Not only that, but after the pig butcher carefully opened the lid of the box with great excitement and anticipation, he was stunned.

The box is empty.

Nothing at all.

I was also stunned.

what happened?

What went wrong?

Could it be the reason for the absence of Wangcai and Fuguier?

Full of questions, I walked over and said apologetically to the pig butcher: "I don't know what went wrong, but please believe me, the treasure is definitely real."

"I didn't lie to you, please give me some time."

"I know." The pig butcher said solemnly.

Huge disappointment enveloped him, and he looked as if he had lost all color.

Bitterness, helplessness, and depression are not enough to describe his current state.

"It turns out that I have no chance for a long time. I have no chance for a long time. Why give me hope that does not exist?"

The butcher raised his head and looked at the bright sky unsteadily.

The sun was shining brightly, but it didn't shine on him.

"You are too cruel! I admit that I lost. I lost from the beginning."

The pig butcher looked up to the sky and laughed.

The bitter laughter echoed in the yard, extremely desolate.

I felt sad for him, but also full of doubts.

The butcher seemed to know why the black box didn't work.

"Pig Butcher"

I moved my mouth, but I didn't know how to comfort him.

"Anyway, thank you." The butcher seemed to have collapsed and weakly returned the black box to me.

He arched his back and walked back to the house in a low voice, not even taking back the Buddha treasure.

I wanted to ask him what was going on, but looking at his lonely back, I held back.

Although I don't know what he wants to change, I can guess that it has something to do with his family.

After great hopes came great disappointment.

No one can accept it.

It's better to wait until he's alone for a while before talking.

I sighed, put the black box and the Buddhist treasure into my backpack, and then took the pot to the stove to wash it.

After cleaning up, I was still worried and went to the house to have a look.

The pig butcher lay like a dead corpse, looking at the roof with dull eyes, his face was ashen and defeated, and there was no sparkle in his eyes.

I was afraid that he would do something stupid if he lost his mind for a moment, so I guarded the door.

Not long after, Qiu Yunbai came back with two cats.

"Where's the person? Li Yunfeng?"

I quickly ran to the yard, grabbed Wangcai on the ground, and brought him into the house.

"Wangcai, is it because of your presence that the power of turning back time can take effect?" I took out the black box, shook it at Wangcai and asked.

Wangcai meowed and shook his bun face.

It seems to mean something wrong.

"Isn't it? Then why did the key not take effect when it was put in?"

I frowned.

Is this black box a one-time consumable that becomes invalid after one use?

That’s why the pig butcher said that he had no hope, and didn’t even want the Buddhist treasure he had finally obtained?

this.

I don't know how to describe my mood at this moment.

Incredibly complex.

After being stunned for a while, I silently put away the black box, glanced at the butcher, and walked out with Wangcai in my arms.

"Li Yunfeng, what on earth are you doing? Ever since I saw you three days ago, I have felt that you are weird."

Qiu Yunbai asked suspiciously while holding Fugui'er.

I shook my head and didn't answer.

Looking up at the criss-crossing Balong Mountains, I sighed deeply.

At this time, there was sudden movement behind him.

The pig butcher actually got up, but his face was expressionless and he held a long knife in his hand.

Without saying a word, he walked to the yard, filled a basin of water, found a whetstone, sat down and sharpened the knife carefully.

My heart sank: "Butcher, don't do anything stupid."

The butcher lowered his head to sharpen his knife, as if he couldn't hear any sounds from the outside world.

"Pig Butcher, I don't know why you thought you had no chance. Why don't you tell me, maybe it's not what you think?"

The butcher didn't respond. He raised his hand and poured water on the long knife.

The clear water washes away the dregs, and the blade is thin and bright, reflecting the cold eyes of the pig butcher.

The butcher squinted his eyes and continued sharpening his knife.

The sound of sharpening knives echoed in the yard, like a decisive lament.

The butcher worked carefully and finally sharpened the long knife to a satisfactory level.

He flicked the blade with his fingers.

The long knife buzzed.

The pig butcher took one last deep look at the yard, took the knife, and strode towards the yard gate.

"etc!"

I ran over and blocked the door.

"Pig Killer, please listen to what I have to say! If after listening to this, you still decide to take revenge now, I will never stop you!"