In particular, Blind Ji was only in his thirties, but he lived like a seventy-year-old man.
He is not short of money, but he is short of life to enjoy.
I thought that a person like this would definitely agree without hesitation.
But unexpectedly, Blind Ji still shook his head quickly and said, "Zhang San, I know what you want to ask."
"Let me tell you, I won't get involved in this matter. Don't say you give me three years to live, it's useless to give me thirty years!"
"Once I get involved in this matter, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive even three days!"
Zhang Sanfen suddenly became angry and shouted: "Blind Ji, don't be so shameless!"
"I gave you three years of my life in exchange for it, because I think highly of you!"
"Now you're kicking your nose in the face! Lao He! Take him to the car!"
Blind Ji suddenly became anxious: "It's been robbed! It's been robbed!"
"Someone robbed me, a bad old man!"
I quickly covered his mouth, but cursed secretly in my heart.
This guy looks like he's seventy or eighty years old. If he really screams at the top of his lungs, someone brave enough to help may come over.
Unexpectedly, blind man Ji saw me cover his mouth, opened his big mouth, and bit him in one bite.
I quickly withdrew my hands and strangled his neck.
This guy was immediately choked by me and couldn't breathe.
Zhang Sanfen said: "Don't kill him! This guy's body is too weak!"
Only then did I wake up.
It would be fine if an ordinary person was choked like this by me.
But Blind Ji's life was short to begin with, and these years of indulgent living had emptied his body.
Being choked by me like that, I almost rolled my eyes on the spot.
Some people around followed the sound and looked over, while others took out their mobile phones and prepared to call the police.
Zhang Sanfen sighed and said: "Blind Ji, there are some things I didn't want to tell you. But since you are making such a fuss, I think there are some things I must tell you."
He took out an antique bronze mirror from his handbag, placed it in front of Ji Xiazi, and said, "Look at what you look like now!"
Blind Ji was stunned for a moment and subconsciously focused his gaze on the bronze mirror.
It didn't matter. The old guy who had been crying, fussing and hanging himself just now was stunned for a moment and couldn't say a word.
I was curious, what did Blind Man Ji see in the mirror? Shouldn't it be his own reflection?
Why is this guy even afraid of his own reflection?
At that moment, I turned around to look curiously, and then I realized that the blind man Ji in the mirror seemed to be different from the blind man Ji in front of me.
Although Blind Ji in front of him has white hair, weak breath, and wrinkles all over his face.
But the blind man Ji in the mirror was dark, his eyes were dull and lifeless, and his hair was as pale as weeds.
There was a deathly air on his entire face.
If Blind Man Ji hadn't been stunned in front of the mirror, I almost thought there was another person in the mirror!
Yes! Both inside and outside the mirror are blind men!
It's just that the blind man Ji in the mirror looks like a dead man!
I clearly saw Ji Xiazi's face suddenly turn pale.
Everyone is an insider and naturally knows what is going on.
Blind Ji is about to die.
There are actually many signs before a person dies.
For example, if the pupils are dilated and dull, the nails will turn black involuntarily.
For another example, the shadow will become very faint, sometimes even nonexistent, the breath will be cold, etc.
There are also some people who will not have any superficial characteristics before death, but can be seen if special methods are used.
Take for example the soul-mirror in front of you.
Ji Xiazi's face turned pale, and even his fingers started to tremble.
But Zhang Sanfen said: "If you want to die, I won't stop you. I'll ask about the situation elsewhere."
"Lao He, let go."
I immediately let go and took two steps back.
If Blind Ji wanted to leave at this time, he could turn around and leave in a matter of minutes, and we would never be able to catch up with him.
There were fine beads of sweat on Ji Xiazi's forehead. He wiped it casually and realized that the sweat was actually cold.
He knew very well that when a person is about to die, his sweat will be cold, and the appearance shown in the soul mirror is correct.
He was indeed about to die.
Although Ji Xiazi knew that he would not live long, when death came, Ji Xiazi still felt panicked.
There were security guards in police uniforms nearby. Maybe someone called the police and called the security guards patrolling nearby.
The leader shouted: "What are you doing!"
He quickly walked up to Ji Xiazi and said kindly: "Old man, are you okay?"
"I heard someone was beating an old man?"
As he spoke, he glared at Zhang Sanfen and me fiercely.
As long as Mr. Ji says yes, he will immediately take us back for investigation.
Although Zhang Sanfen and I are not worried about this, being taken back is always an unpleasant thing.
Zhang Sanfen shrugged indifferently, and then focused on Ji Xiazi.
The security soldier snorted and said, "Don't worry, old man. If you have anything to say, just say whatever you want. The people's security soldiers will make the decision for you..."
Before he finished speaking, Ji Xiazi suddenly said angrily: "Who are you? Don't you see that we are joking?"
"It's just a joke, but I have to lure you here! Is this how we, the taxpayers, support you?"
"Let's go! Go do what you have to do, don't be an eyesore here!"
Blind Ji had a bad attitude, and the security guard was scolded and looked confused.
what happened.
Wasn't someone bullying the old man just now?
Looking from afar, it was a young man strangled him by the neck!
He still wanted to speak, but Ji Xiazi started to push him impatiently.
The security guard was pushed back by Blind Man Ji. He had no choice but to raise his hands and said, "Okay, okay, sir, don't be angry."
"It's best if nothing happens. If anything happens, just call me!"
Blind Ji cursed and pushed the security guard away, then turned to Zhang Sanfen and said, "I'm about to die."
Zhang Sanfen nodded: "You should be able to tell."
"Although your body seems fine on the surface, the soul mirror reflects the essence of your soul."
"You are indeed about to die. According to the image in the mirror, you won't survive more than half a month."
Ji Xiazi was silent for a moment and said: "I have known for a long time that I will not die well. I have also been mentally prepared to die."
"But when death was really coming, I found that I still couldn't stop the fear of death."
"Zhang San, can you really help me extend my life by three years?"
Zhang Sanfen said categorically: "Yes! Your life span would not have been so short in the first place. It's just that you lived a sensual and indulgent life during this period, and you were tainted with cause and effect because you were telling people's fortunes!"
"Longhushan will be able to help you!"
Ji Xiazi looked at Zhang Sanfen seriously, and after a while he said: "If I told you, I might not survive even half a month!"