Chapter 72: 'Paradise' Script, Cleared! (Two-in-one Chapter)

The old man's expression was somewhat distorted; as he approached his final moments, it seemed like he regained some clarity, uttering strange and bizarre nonsense there.

"Ah, I don't even know what it is now…"

"It might not be entirely bad, just that people become corrupted."

"I had forgotten what my mother looked like, but now I remember. She died young from illness, ah, I remember burying her with my own hands."

"What my father looked like…"

The neighbor convulsed a few times, like a shrimp that was exhausted and struggling after being lifted out of water.

As a person nears death, their words become kinder; as a bird nears death, its cries become sadder. Wang Hao stood by, listening attentively, ready to cover his ears at any moment.

The old man began to recount his rushed life, regardless of who his listener was, even if it were just a young child, he blurted out everything without restraint.

He had long forgotten what his parents' names were.