It was Wei Yuanzhou.

Wei Yuanzhou looked around and asked:

"I didn't expect Yuanshi Tianzun to come, how did you tell him?"

Uncle Zhang explained the matter briefly.

After listening, Wei Yuanzhou nodded slowly, fell silent for a while, and asked:

"What if he can't keep you?"

Uncle Zhang shook his head: "That is Grandpa's life. Grandpa has lived for so many years, he has already lived enough, so be it."

There was a soft look on his weather-beaten face: "Xiaozhou, grandpa is very satisfied seeing you like this. It is grandpa who has been sorry for you and made you suffer all these years."

Wei Yuanzhou waved his hand and interrupted him, "I see, there are too many people here, you should go back first."

Uncle Zhang took a few glances at him, as if he wanted to imprint his grandson's face in his mind, so he reluctantly turned around, and within a few steps, Wei Yuanzhou's voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Grandpa, you didn't kill him on purpose, right?"

Uncle Zhang stopped in his tracks and remained silent.

Wei Yuanzhou said in a deep voice:

"If you don't kill him, how can I be a deacon? I told you, because of you, my family background rating has always been B-low. Unless I make great contributions, I can't compete with him.

"You've already hurt me once, why won't you help me?"

Uncle Zhang's old face showed vicissitudes, and said:

"Grandpa doesn't want to kill people."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly coughed violently.

"Cough! Cough! Cough"

Thick phlegm seemed to be stuck in his throat, he coughed hoarsely, his face was flushed when he coughed, his forehead was hot when he coughed, and he exhaled hot breath.

He was sick, very sick.

"puff!"

A sharp knife pierced his heart from behind, and the tip of the knife pierced from his chest.

Next to my ear, there was the voice of Wei Yuanzhou gnashing his teeth:

"Grandpa, if you go to the Songhai branch, I will definitely be exposed. You can't hide it from them. Instead of this, why don't you give me the credit. With your credit, I can be promoted to a deacon. You also hope I became a deacon, right?"

Huge pain hit, I couldn't tell whether it came from my heart or from my heart.

Pain, sorrow, and disappointment flashed through Uncle Zhang's cloudy eyes, but there was no surprise, and finally all turned into relief.

His lips trembled slightly, and he said his last words:

"Also."

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