The three of you looked at me, I looked at you, completely dumbfounded.
What was he crying about?
Han Qianqian, with the two men in tow, took a few steps over and stood gently beside the old man, concerned and puzzled, and said in a faint voice, “Old senior, what’s wrong?”
“Could it be that you are feeling guilty for looking down on us Han Qianqian earlier?” The mountain-penetrator laughed heatedly, “There is no need for that, for if that were the case, then the tears of guilt from all this world could form a sea.”
Xia Wei shook her head with a bitter smile and gave the Mountain Piercing Armor a breathless glance, saying, “Don’t you talk nonsense. These bloodworms are endangering the four directions, so Old Senpai must be in less trouble of all kinds living here. Now that the big trouble has been removed, the old seniors must be crying with joy.”
Han Qianqian did not speak, quietly waiting for the old man’s answer.
The old man stopped sobbing, but looked at the pit in front of him and sighed bitterly, “Do you know why there is a pit about a metre high and a metre wide dug in front of my door?”
The three of them looked at each other, and Xia Wei said, “Isn’t it to leave room to enter the house? How can we not let that rubbermaid up there crush us?”
Han Qianqian shook his head slightly, gesturing to Xia Wei not to say anything further.
If she wanted to leave space in front of the door, it could be half a metre wide or half a metre high, after all, the door was not that big.
But such a large design would be too time consuming and meaningless for the old man, who was quite old and short.
This was something that Han Qianqian had always had doubts about.
The old man smiled: “Since ancient times, people add years to their lives and make themselves a coffin when they get old, so that one day when the time comes to die, they don’t even have a place to rest.”
“There are no trees in this extremely snowy land, so I can only make the best of the situation.”
“You mean that the pit in front of here is both a home and a ……” Han Qianqian had already thought of its use.
The old man nodded: “That’s right, it’s my coffin, my tomb.”
At these words, Han Qianqian was slightly surprised, but more than expected.
The pangolin took a look at Han Qianqian and then at Xia Wei, who was suddenly in a somewhat depressed mood, and smiled heatedly, “What’s the point of talking about this here? If Han Qianqian wins, it will be these bloodworms who will die, you are still early for this coffin.”
The old man did not respond, but looked back at Han Qianqian and said, “You saved me and I saved you, so we are even. However, after you woke up, I helped this girl to make you recover faster, you two won’t have a problem with that, right?”
The pierced beetle and Xia Wei nodded, that was indeed true.
“Since there is no objection, then good, Sir Han, then it is you who owe old me a favour.” The old man smiled faintly, “Now then, old man, I will ask you to return this favour.”
With that, the old man got up and slowly rose, then walked out of the room, went into the pit and lay on his side, his eyes closed, “This favour is to ask Sir Han to bury the old man here.”
“And you and I will be clear.”
“After I am buried, the snow will suddenly dissipate in three days, and you will have six hours, or twelve hours, to leave this place. Also, if there is anything you like in this house, take it and consider it a gift from the old man.”
When the three of them heard this, they looked at each other in confusion, wondering what the old man meant.
How could the old man suddenly become like this for no good reason?
“Old senior, is it that the three of us, what did we do wrong?” Han Qianqian looked at the old man with some apologies and said in a faint voice.
“Yes, old senior, if we have done something wrong, just say so, why are you so desperate?” Xia Wei also said sharply.
“You make it sound like you’re in cahoots with the bloodworms, why do you have to be a martyr when they die?” The pangolin barred its mouth, although the words were hard, but in reality it was also concerned.
The old man smiled bitterly, “Although I am a useless old man, how could I be buried for some mere insects? Only, they are already dead, can the old man live on?”
“If I cannot live, I might as well die sooner. At least you are strong and healthy, so you can lay a good grave for me, rather than throwing myself into the grave while I am still alive, half buried.”
“Come on, you three, do me a favour!”