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"What are you going to do?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded from the tombkeeper's hut.

"Huh?" Yiyi was stunned when he heard the voice.

"Shh." In the dark night, Dong Peng pulled Yiyi and Huo Yuan into the house.

"How...how are you still alive?" Unlike Yiyi who was too excited to speak, Huo Yuan was more confused and afraid when he saw Dong Peng.

The doubt is because I don’t know why Dong Peng is not dead, and the fear is because I am worried whether this is really Dong Peng’s ghost!

"Shh." Dong Peng didn't say anything, but carefully checked what was going on outside the window. Seeing that no one was following him, he breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door gently.

"Dad!" Yiyi also recovered from his daze at this time and threw himself into Dong Peng's arms: "Dad, I miss you so much!"

"Why are you back?" Dong Peng gently stroked Yiyi's head: "Aren't you supposed to be in class at this time?"

"I..." Yiyi choked, not knowing how to answer.

Tell the truth? He was afraid that he would break Dong Peng's heart. After all, Dong Peng had used almost all available connections to send Yi Yi to that place.

But if you tell lies... Dong Peng would probably be even more sad if he knew about it.

"Forget it." Before he could think of how to respond, Dong Peng spoke first: "You came back just in time. Come with me quickly. If anything happens, let's talk about it in the car. And you, Mr. Huo Yuan, you Come get in the car with me, and I’ll take you to the station later.”

"Ah?" Huo Yuan was stunned for a moment: "I'm not ready to go home yet."

However, the facts did not allow him to say much. Dong Peng quietly locked the front door, opened the small door at the back of the cabin, grabbed the two children one by one and disappeared into the night.

In the car, Dong Peng told the two people the whole story.

…

"Are you awake?" When Dong Peng woke up from his coma, the first person he saw was Dao Mo.

"Are you... Dao Mo?" Dong Peng asked hoarsely in an extremely weak voice.

"Yes." Dao Mo nodded slightly: "Don't worry, this is a hospital, your life is not in danger."

"I..." Dong Peng opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

"You don't have to get up in a hurry, you need to rest." Dao Mo said about the hanging bottle next to him, and put Dong Peng on new medicine: "Stay a few more days, and then leave the hospital after your body recovers. Don't worry about the medical expenses. , someone has already paid for you.”

"No!" Dong Peng didn't know where he got the strength to hold on to the bed and sit up: "Dao Mo, I know you are a good person. I deserve to die now. I can't live anymore."

"If you survive, live well." Dao Mo smiled: "Is there any reason to die?"

"No." Dong Peng shook his head: "Miss Daomo, Mrs. Jie, you know what I did. I must die now, otherwise my companions will also be in danger."

"Companion?" Dao Mo raised his eyebrows slightly: "In order to prevent your companions from being put in danger, you have to commit suicide? This is too stupid. If you have such a good relationship, why doesn't he help you? Why doesn't he take the blame for you? ?”

"No, no, no, you don't understand." Dong Peng took two deep breaths weakly, and then continued: "Our division of labor is different. If I die, he can continue, but if he dies, what will happen to me?" I can't do anything, so I have to die. Only if I commit suicide is the best ending."

"Then it's okay if you don't say anything? Why do you need to die?" Dao Mo asked puzzledly.

"This is the safest way." Dong Peng glanced at the white quilt covering him, paused, and continued: "I can't guarantee that I can keep the secret."

"Then you can tell him to evacuate." Dao Mo continued to ask: "He will continue to kill people anyway, so it doesn't matter even if his identity is known, right?"

"No, no." Dong Peng shook his head and hesitated before saying: "Actually, he is already ready to stop. If I die, no one will doubt his identity in the future, and he can live a normal life. ”

"Is it worth it?" Dao Mo hesitated for a while and asked hesitantly.

"It's worth it. He made me know what it means to be worth it." Dong Peng nodded, as if he had thought of something, smiled, and then said: "Ms. Daomo, I know you want to help me. Now for me The best way to help me is to give me a drug that can kill you. Maybe this will get you into a little trouble, but... please help me once! Or, if you can't provide the drug, you can go out for a while! "

"Pfft!" Dao Mo suddenly laughed, and then nodded: "Okay, I'll get the things, you wait."

"Okay, thank you." Dong Peng smiled and watched Dao Mo go out.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" As soon as Dao Mo went out, Dong Peng banged his head against the metal railing of the hospital bed.

He couldn't completely trust Dao Mo, so it was the best choice to kill him before Dao Mo came back.

Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to do this with Dong Peng's current physical strength.

"What are you doing?" Soon, Dao Mo came back, but what he held in his hand was not a medicine bottle, but a piece of clothing.

"What are you doing?" Dong Peng looked at the clothes in Dao Mo's hand and smiled: "What? You want me to die decently? And you brought my clothes here specifically?"

"This is not yours." Dao Mo shook his head and put the clothes on Dong Peng's bed: "This is what one of your friends asked me to bring to you. He asked me to tell you that this time , it’s genuine.”

"Authentic?" Dong Peng hesitated for a moment, then touched the suit on the bed.

However, the feel was much rougher than the previous high-imitation. It was an authentic one at a glance. The fakes would not dare to be so rough.

Then Dong Peng picked up the black hat again and rubbed it gently in his hand for a while.

Looking at his slightly blackened fingers, Dong Peng smiled: "Dao Mo, this is from Xue Mo, right?"

"Yeah." Dao Mo nodded: "You know him very well."

"He knows me better." Dong Peng shook his head, put on the top of the clothes, and put on the black hat again: "I told you, some people are worth it."