Wei Changtian put Xuantian Sword into its scabbard, opened the door and walked out of the room.

Chen Bo, who had been waiting outside, immediately came over and asked softly:

"Sir, is that death row prisoner already dead? This villain is so disturbing..."

"There's no rush yet."

Shaking his head, Wei Changtian interrupted: "Master Chen, you can find thirty...no, forty more death row prisoners."

"Forty?"

Chen Bo was a little shocked: "Master, you want so much..."

"how?"

Wei Changtian frowned: "Not that many?"

"Yes, there is..."

"Go and do it if you have it, and don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked."

"Yes! I'll do it now, sir!"

"Okay, I'll wait here."

"Sir, wait a moment! I will send the prisoner here in a quarter of an hour at most!"

Sensing Wei Changtian's displeasure, Chen Bo immediately left in a hurry, while the former still stood at the door of the darkroom, leaning against the wall and sighing softly.

"Boy, if I insist on asking for your longevity this time, would you be willing to give it to me?"

"Jie, Jie, Jie! But do you really mean it? You were not like this the last time I saw you."

"..."

What Remnant Soul said just now kept echoing in his mind, and Wei Changtian began to examine his answer again.

Trading his thirty-year lifespan for Li Wutong's safety...

Since when did you become so "selfless"?

If Remnant Soul was not just assuming, but actually proposed this condition, would he agree to it?

meeting?

Won't?

After calming down, Wei Changtian suddenly lost his determination and even felt that if he asked himself to answer again, he would probably give a different answer.

He scratched his head, his expression gradually becoming anxious.

In fact, this is just a very simple value judgment issue. The two sides of the equal sign are "my life span of thirty years" and "Li Wutong's life" respectively.

But such a simple judgment made Wei Changtian more and more confused the more he thought about it.

He is not looking for trouble.

Because as more and more people gather around him, he will be more likely to encounter similar choices in the future.

Unlike Xu Qingwan, who is the only one in the class, Li Wutong's status in his heart is basically the same as Yang Liushi, Lu Jingyao, Liang Qin, Chu Xianping and others.

Therefore, Wei Changtian needs to figure out the bottom line of what he can "pay" for these people.

After all, he still had time to think carefully this time, but there was no guarantee that next time he would have to make a decision in a split second.

Wei Changtian didn't want to regret it at that time, nor did he want to act impulsively, so he wanted to make a "plan" in advance... But this "red line" was too vague, and he could never find it clearly.

well......

He slowly exhaled a breath and shook his head helplessly.

Wei Changtian, who was thinking hard to no avail, was about to give up "self-torture", but at this moment he suddenly remembered the words of Lao Zhangtou——

If you can't see clearly, you can only trust your heart.

"Boom!!"

Like a thunderclap in his ears, at this moment, Wei Changtian suddenly understood Lao Zhangtou's intention.

Perhaps, I was too "rational" before.

Everything is measured by the value scale of "worth it or not", and any behavior is intended to maximize the so-called "benefits".

This way of thinking seems to be okay at first glance.

But what you need to know is that no one can really calculate every "account" clearly.

Are those things you think are “worthy” or “not worthy” really their true value?

"..."

Breathing gradually became rapid, and then slowly returned to steady.

Wei Changtian just stood upright, but his frowning brows finally relaxed.

Now he suddenly felt like——

That is, I will never hesitate or worry about similar things in the future.

Because only one's heart can trust the meaning of this sentence... He finally understood.

...

A quarter of an hour later.

Chen Bo led a few servants to escort forty death row prisoners into the dark room, and then watched the iron door in front of him slam shut.

"Sir, Mr. Wei, this is..."

A young jailer couldn't help but be curious and wanted to ask Wei Changtian what he wanted to do.

But before he could finish speaking, Chen Bo interrupted him directly:

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

"Sir, please calm down, it's the villain who talks too much."

The jailer quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm just worried about Mr. Wei's safety. After all, some of these death row prisoners are cultivators..."

"Okay, why are you so worried?"

Chen Bo glanced at him: "This group of trash, even if there are a hundred more of them, they won't be able to match Mr. Wei."

"Yes, yes, the villain knows his mistake."

The jailer did not dare to say anything more, and just asked in a low voice: "Sir, shall we wait here, or shall we come back later to take the prisoner back?"

"Take him back?"

Chen Bo glanced at the iron gate in front of him and shook his head thoughtfully.

"I'm afraid I won't have to take him back."

"Ah? Sir, what do you mean by this?"

"It's nothing, you can go, it's enough for me to stay here."

"yes......"

"..."

Just as the jailers hurriedly left outside the darkroom, there was an eerie silence inside the darkroom.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air, and forty corpses lay scattered on the ground, no longer alive.

There were no wounds on each corpse, but most of them had withered skin and pale hair. They looked completely different from when they came in.

Chen Bo's guess was correct. These forty death row prisoners did not need to be sent back.

You may even need to bring in a few more.

Because I don’t know if it’s because the health conditions of these death row inmates are generally poor, the remaining natural life span of the forty people in total is less than a thousand years.

"Senior, how much is left?"

Pushing aside a few corpses at will, Wei Changtian bent down and squatted in front of Xuantian Sword suspended in mid-air: "It should be almost done, right?"

"about there!"

After absorbing so much longevity energy at once, Remnant Soul's voice sounded very excited: "Nine hundred and ninety-six, four years to go!"

"Oh, I got it."

Wei Changtian curled his lips, stood up and prepared to ask Chen Bo to get another death row prisoner.

But at this moment, the harsh villain's classic laughter suddenly sounded behind him.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

"Boy, I want you to give me the last four years of longevity!"

"Um?"

Wei Changtian suddenly stopped and turned around, his expression turned cold for a moment: "Senior, do you want to go back on your word?"

"Jiejie, Jiejie! I have never been a gentleman!"

Canhun's tone seemed a little proud: "If you are not willing to give it, then we will give up what we agreed before!"

"What? It's only been four years, but you can't bear to do this?"

"..."

Staring at Xuantian Sword, Wei Changtian narrowed his eyes: "Then what if I give it to you but you still don't keep your promise?"

"You can rest assured, I'm not so shameless."
To be continued...