Longevity: Start with the farming game!

"Big brother, I... Ouch!"

Wang Erhu, beads of cold sweat on his forehead, saw Wang Baihu enter.

He was about to say a few words when a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen made him see stars and unable to speak.

Wang Baihu frowned as he watched the bandage on Wang Erhu's chest gradually seep blood, and stepped forward:

"Didn't I tell you to rest properly? Look, the wound that barely healed has opened again!"

Although Wang Baihu's tone was stern,

he fed Wang Erhu a healing elixir while cutting open the bandage to reapply the medicine.

Wang Erhu looked at Wang Baihu, who was frowning but had worry in his eyes, silently bandaging his wound.

He seemed to see his father taking care of him when he was sick as a child, a time of ordinary warmth.

Unfortunately, the past is like smoke, and many stories are buried in the dust, leaving only memories...

"Alas, Father, if you knew that the three of us brothers have become neither human nor ghost, would you be very disappointed?"

"How did we become like this? I can't remember..."

"Perhaps one day we will die under someone else's swords..."

The injured Wang Erhu seemed to have a moment of conscience and vaguely recalled the past, then stopped chasing those distant and blurred memories.

After a while, Wang Erhu, who had suppressed the pain with the healing elixir, finally recovered.

Recovered, Wang Erhu looked at Wang Baihu with an apologetic expression and said:

"Sorry, big brother, I've caused you trouble."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the task of capturing demon beasts with you for the next half month..."

"Alas, it's a pity that we are about to capture a hundred demon beasts of the sixth level of Qi Refining."

"As long as we assassinate a dozen more hunting cultivators!"

"No, if we're lucky, assassinating a few more hunting cultivators will be enough to collect the demon beasts!"

"That way, we can exchange for the qualification of a named disciple of the Blood Fiend Sect!"

"Hiss ~"

Wang Baihu suddenly pulled the bandage tightly, glanced at Wang Erhu, and then said coldly:

"Hmph! Have you forgotten the lesson so quickly?"

"How did the wound on your chest and abdomen come about?"

"Isn't it because you're greedy?"

"How many times have I told you?"

"Only target hunting cultivators with few people and serious injuries!"

"Firstly, we can easily snatch the demon beasts, and secondly, we can avoid the pressure and danger of facing the demon beasts directly!"

"And what happened? You were quite cautious at first, but when you saw the number of demon beasts increasing and the goal was about to be achieved,"

"you couldn't wait to catch one and kill one, kill a pair when you saw them!"

"Hmph, just like three days ago!"

"You didn't even discuss it with me on the way back to the city and brazenly ambushed a hunting cultivator!"

"As a result, you were almost cut in half on the spot by him!"

"If I hadn't taken you away in time, would you still be alive?"

After Wang Baihu angrily said this to Wang Erhu, his eyes were full of disappointment.

What he hated the most were stupid people who didn't learn from their mistakes, and his younger brother Wang Erhu was just like that!

After being lectured by his elder brother Wang Baihu, Wang Erhu had to lower his head in shame:

"Sorry, big brother, I'm just too worried about the task of collecting demon beasts."

"After all, there's not much time left..."

Wang Baihu just waved his hand indifferently and interrupted him:

"I have my own decision on this matter. You should take good care of your injuries first. I'll go out for a while!"

After Wang Baihu finished speaking with a cold face, he left a bottle of healing elixir on the table and left in a hurry.

Wang Erhu looked at the elixir and Wang Baihu's departing figure, and only sighed softly: "Alas!"

At this time, Wang Erhu didn't know if it was due to excessive blood loss or mental exhaustion.

Before long, he fell into a deep sleep, but soon he frowned tightly with cold sweat.

Because he had a dream, in which those people who had been indirectly killed by Wang Erhu turned into vengeful ghosts to chase him:

"Wang Gou! Why did you kill me!"

"Wang Gou, I worked for you, but you killed my wife, children, and parents! You will not die well!"

"Wang Gou, give me your life!!!"

...

In the dream, Wang Erhu looked at those hideous and decaying walking corpses that were constantly surrounding him, and was naturally terrified:

"Get out! All of you get out! You couldn't do anything to me when I was alive! What can you do to me now that you're dead?"

"I will eventually achieve immortality, and all of you are just rotten bones in the grave!!!"

"Hahahaha, Wang Gou, listening to your voice, are you afraid?"

"Wang Gou, immortality? Based on you? Hahahaha, we'll be waiting for you underground!"

"Waiting for you..."

"For you..."

"You..."

The corpses said, and then they grinned and laughed wildly, rushing towards Wang Erhu.

They grabbed Wang Erhu with their cold, resentful, and decaying hands, as if to drag Wang Erhu into the mud of hell.

"Let go! Let go!!!"

Wang Erhu's pupils naturally shook, and he struggled in terror.

It's just that the number of decaying corpses rolling over him became more and more, and heavier and heavier.

So heavy that he could no longer turn over, and could no longer move a single bit.

Wang Erhu could only use his right eye, which had not been grabbed by the decaying corpses.

He desperately watched the remaining ray of light through the gaps in the pile of corpses.

But in the next second, he saw with shrinking pupils.

A man with normal skin tone but unclear features was carrying a rotten head and walking slowly.

Wang Erhu, whose pupils were shaking, clearly recognized that the face of the rotten head was: "Third brother?"

The rotten head seemed to have heard Wang Erhu's call, and the rotten and lifeless pupils in the head began to slowly recover:

"Second... Second brother?"

"You... you... you've come... to accompany me too?"

"Really... really good... that way... we... are all reunited..."

"Underground!!!"

Wang Sanhu first asked mechanically with his mouth opening and closing, and then suddenly changed into a fierce and opened mouth.

Letting maggots crawl out of his mouth, blocking the last ray of light for Wang Erhu!

At the same time, Wang Erhu also woke up suddenly from the bed, covered in sweat and terrified:

"Hoo hoo hoo... They're waiting for me? They're all waiting for me?"

"They're coming too fast! I want immortality! Immortality!!!"

After Wang Erhu had a moment of terrified muttering, he began to whisper frantically in a hurried tone...

At the same time as Wang Erhu was having a nightmare.

A tall black-clothed man with a broadsword on his back and an evil face was also following a purple flying insect.

Slowly approaching the small wooden house where Wang Erhu was, he looked at the purple insect waving happily and smiled lightly:

"The Nightmare is very excited, the bastard who dared to attack me must be having a sweet dream!"

"Is he happier dying in a sweet dream? Or happier dying under my knife?"

"Hahahaha, don't worry, we'll have the answer in a while..."

Xuanzhen Sect, Sect Master's Mansion.

Han Xuanyu looked at his Q version avatar constantly killing Wang Baihu and Wang Erhu along a blue line.

He nodded in satisfaction: "You two brothers wash your necks and wait for me!"

"A family should be reunited neatly!"

"Let the clone continue walking first, it's almost noon, it's time to go to the madam's place..."

"Speaking of which, what kind of gift is it? It really makes Cao!"

"Oh, no, that's not right! It really makes Han someone's heart itch unbearably!"

Han Xuanyu said with a smile, then got up and stretched, and began to walk towards the Neiwu Pavilion.

PS:

What does this chapter want to express? The author wants to express that:

In the beginning, everyone was an ordinary existence, with basic knowledge of good and evil, neither good nor bad.

Belonging to the absolute master in their own story, but also a supporting role and ordinary person in other people's stories.

But some mistakes, no matter who you are, once you start and once you make them, there is no turning back.

Sins will only become heavier and heavier, crushing you so that you cannot move.

Even if you don't want to become the kind of person you once hated.

You are also gradually rotting in this process, losing your former persistence and principles.

He who kills shall be killed, the moment you show your butcher knife, you are destined to attract countless swords in response.