I'm the villain in the book

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"Pull it down."

Wei Changtian curled his lips and rejected the suggestion without hesitation.

But Remnant Soul suddenly became interested.

"Jie Jie Jie, boy, the old man is suddenly curious about something."

"If the old man has to ask for your lifespan this time, I wonder if you will give it?"

"..."

The figure paused slightly, Wei Changtian did not hesitate too much.

"Ken."

"Jie Jie Jie! But sincerely? You weren't like this when the old man saw you last time."

"senior."

Wei Changtian turned his head and glanced at Xuantianjian.

"People always change."

Chapter 405 Communication Code

Putting the Xuantian Sword in the scabbard casually, Wei Changtian pushed the door and walked out of the room.

Chen Bo, who had been guarding outside, immediately greeted him and asked in a low voice:

"My lord, the death row prisoner is already dead? This villain makes people..."

"Don't rush."

Shaking his head, Wei Changtian interrupted, "Master Chen, go find another thirty...no, forty death row prisoners."

"Forty?"

Chen Bo was a little surprised: "My lord, you want so much..."

"how?"

Wei Changtian frowned: "Not so many?"

"Yes, there is..."

"Do it if you have one, and don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

"Yes! I will do it right now!"

"Okay, I'll wait here."

"Young master, later! At the most fifteen minutes, the officials will send the prisoner over!"

Sensing Wei Changtian's displeasure, Chen Bo left in a hurry, while the former was still standing at the door of the dark room, leaning his back against the wall and sighing softly.

"Boy, if the old man has to ask for your lifespan this time, I wonder if you will give it?"

"Jie Jie Jie! But sincerely? You weren't like this when the old man saw you last time."

"..."

What Remnant Soul said just now kept echoing in his mind, which also made Wei Changtian start to examine his answer again.

In exchange for Li Wutong's safety with his own 30-year life...

Since when did you become so "selfless"?

If the remnant soul is not hypothesizing, but really put forward this condition, will he agree to it?

meeting?

will not?

Wei Changtian, who had calmed down, suddenly lost his decisiveness just now, and even felt that if he asked himself to answer again, he might give a different answer.

Scratching his head, his expression gradually became anxious.

In fact, this is just a very simple question of value judgment. The two sides of the equal sign are "my 30-year lifespan" and "Li Wutong's life".

But such a simple judgment made Wei Changtian more and more confused.

He wasn't looking for trouble.

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

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

So Wei Changtian needs to figure out where the bottom line of what he can "pay" for these people is.

After all, he still has time to think carefully this time, but he might have to make a quick decision next time.

Wei Changtian didn't want to regret himself at that time, and he didn't want to act impulsively, so he wanted to make a "pre-plan" in advance... It's just that this "red line" was too vague, and he still couldn't find it.

Ugh......

Slowly exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, he shook his head helplessly.

Wei Changtian, who was thinking hard and fruitless, was just about to give up "self-torture", but at this moment he suddenly remembered the words of old Zhangtou——

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

"Boom!!"

Like a thunderbolt exploding beside his ears, Wei Changtian suddenly understood the intention of Old Zhangtou at this moment.

Perhaps, I was too "rational" before.

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

At first glance, this way of thinking seems to be no problem.

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

Are those "worthy" or "unworthy" that you think are really their true value?

"..."

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

Wei Changtian just stood there straight, but his brows that had been tightly furrowed finally relaxed slowly.

Now he suddenly has a feeling——

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

Because, only the heart can be trusted...he finally understood.

......

A quarter of an hour later.

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

"My lord, Mr. Wei, this is..."

A young jailer couldn't help being curious, and wanted to ask Wei Changtian what he was doing.

But before he finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Chen Bo:

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

"My lord calm down, it's the villain who talks too much."

The jailer hurriedly bowed his head to admit his mistake: "The villain is only worried about Mr. Wei's safety. After all, some of these death row prisoners are practitioners..."

"Okay, what are you worrying about?"

Chen Bo glanced at him: "Only this group of trash, even if there are a hundred more, they will not be the opponent of Mr. Wei."

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

The jailer didn't dare to say anything more, but asked in a low voice, "My lord, shall we wait here, or come later and take the prisoner back?"

"Bring it back?"

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

"I'm afraid I don't need to take it back."

"Ah? My lord, what do you mean?"

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

"Yes......"

"..."

Just as the jailers left in a hurry outside the dark room, there was a strange silence inside the dark room.

The smell of blood was pungent, and forty corpses fell to the ground in a haphazard manner, without any life left.

There were no wounds on each of the corpses, but most of them had withered skin and pale hair, and they looked exactly the same when they came in.

Chen Bo guessed right, these forty death row prisoners really don't 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 prisoners are generally not good, the remaining natural life span of the forty people is actually less than 1000 years.

"Senior, how far is it?"

Randomly pushing aside a few corpses, Wei Changtian bent down and squatted in front of the Xuantian Sword floating in mid-air: "It should be almost there, right?"

"almost!"

Having absorbed so much life energy at one time, the voice of the remnant soul sounded very excited: "Nine hundred and ninety-six, there are still four years left!"

"Oh, I know."

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

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

"Jie Jie Jie!"

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

"Ok?"

Wei Changtian suddenly stopped and turned his head, his expression turned cold in an instant: "Senior, do you want to go back on your word?"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie! This old man has never been a gentleman!"

Remnant Soul's tone seemed somewhat complacent: "If you don't want to give it, then we will let go of what we agreed before!"

"What? It's only been four years, so you can't bear it?"

"..."

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

"You can rest assured that the old man is not so shameless."

Remnant Soul smiled and said: "Besides, the Xuantian Sword is in your hands now, and the old man is still counting on you... Cough, anyway, this old man will never lie to you this time!"

rely on me?

What do you rely on me for?

Naturally, Wei Changtian didn't miss this part of the sentence, but he didn't ask questions immediately, he just took a step closer, and nodded calmly.

"That's fine, then I will give you these four years."

"Uh-huh?"

Wei Changtian agreed to the new conditions very easily, but Remnant Soul seemed very surprised by his attitude.

"Boy, you, you really want to?"

"of course."

Wei Changtian casually pulled out the Louying Knife: "It's enough to fill the lines on the sword with my blood, right?"

"..."

"never mind."