Chapter 223
Wang Guofu, that Old Man, cried like a child.
He stopped trying to defend himself. The truth was obvious: he was miserable, he resented the rich, and he had simply wanted to vent online.
When I asked him how he had found out that Jiang Xiaoyu and the others had already been killed, he said he had calculated it with Plum Blossom Numerology.
That shocked the hell out of me.
“You swore in front of the Thunder Ancestor. Are you really not afraid that curse will come true?” I asked him.
He had cried himself out. “I’ve been poor my whole life. I finally found a way to make money, and then you people knocked me right back to where I started. Look at me now. When I die, how long I live-what does any of it matter?”
“I’ve already committed every sin I was going to commit. Whatever happens in my next life will happen. I’ll leave it up to the Heavenly God.”
None of us had anything to say to that.
This man was past caring. He had completely given up on himself.