You think that by saying nothing and driving them away from their homes, they can survive?
A seemingly plain sentence struck the old man like a bolt of lightning, making him stagger.
The old man slowly raised his head and smiled bitterly: "Don't try to scare this old fellow; my life is worthless. If I die of fright, so be it. Just dig a random pit and bury me afterward."
Li Qingmu gave him a serious look, turned around, and left with a remark: "In this world, only one type of person keeps secrets best. Farewell!"
He spoke lightly and left at a leisurely pace, but the old man's face grew increasingly grim.
Who keeps secrets best?
The dead!
He worried the government would hold him accountable, so he told the villagers, his descendants, to leave and find somewhere better to settle with money and provisions.
As long as his descendants are safe and prosperous, he'd be willing to go to Hell.
