"Uncle Yan, you must live." Musheng glanced at him one last time, and his small body quickly got in.
Boss Yan stiffened for a moment. He had been looked down upon by people because of his poverty since he was a child. Later he became a human trafficker and a smuggler, and those people wanted to kill him with their own hands.
His expectant and clear eyes just now actually said to let himself live. He looked deeply at the hole, he must delay it and let him escape further.
The gunfire outside continued, and the chaotic footsteps of many people outside also reached his ears.
Oh no, reinforcements from his men have indeed arrived. The bullets outside are as fast and dense as a rainforest, and the voice of Brother Yi's man can be heard outside.
"Brother Yan, I think you don't understand the rules of the road! If you want to monopolize it, it depends on whether you have the ability. If you hand over the things now, I will let you go."
Listening to the footsteps outside, there were about a dozen people. This time, I was in doom. I took a deep look at the hole of the memorial tablet. "Kid, you have to live strong."
Finally, he saw the opportunity and shot the man who saw Mu Sheng just now. As long as he died, no one would know about the existence of that kid.
Musheng waited below for a long time but did not see Uncle Yan coming down. He only heard the gunfire from above. After waiting for a long time, the gunfire stopped.
He listened carefully for a long time when the gunshots above stopped, and then quietly pushed the wooden board above. Without making any sound, he secretly looked outside with one eye as if no one was there.
Only then did he dare to slowly get up from the bottom, and when he climbed up, he saw Uncle Yan lying on the side covered in blood.
This was the first time he had seen so much blood. He was frightened and did not dare to walk in. "Uncle Yan, Uncle Yan..."
Boss Yan struggled to open his eyes and saw him standing there vaguely. "Kid, you... you... why... cough cough cough..."
"Uncle Yan, please stop talking. You lost a lot of blood."
He could no longer restrain his worry about him and squatted next to him.
Boss Yan weakly pushed him away. "Kid, don't touch me, dirty." If he was stained with blood, if his narrow-minded man knew about it, he would definitely not let him go.
"Uncle Yan, you are covered in blood. I will take you to the hospital." The tip of his tongue was trembling slightly.
"Kid, if you are really serious, push me into that hole. This is my home, and it is worth dying here."
He didn't expect a kid to bury him. It would be nice to die in that cave and at least not be dumped in the wilderness.
"Uncle Yan, will you die?"
"Yes, Uncle Yan...ahem...if uncle dies...take the money...ahem...and leave quickly."
He stretched out a bloody hand and took out a wad of money from his pocket and gave it to him. Fortunately, those people only wanted the goods and the money in the box, not his money.
Musheng took the blood-stained money, his palms trembling. "Uncle Yan, I don't want it...I don't want it, get up for me, get up for me. You haven't led me to find a buyer yet, you can't leave me behind."
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"Kid, don't cry. Uncle Yan is tired. It's time for Uncle Yan to leave. I'm sorry, I didn't find a buyer for you."
It is said that people are particularly kind-hearted when they are about to die, but now he regretted taking over this child.
"Uncle Yan..."
He watched helplessly as his eyes closed little by little, and finally there were no words left.