Zhao Changsheng stood up and gave me a fist bump, saying, "Kid, can I ask you for a favor?"

I nodded and didn't refuse.

Zhao Changsheng said, "I have some money in the cabinet. When I die, please help me and my son return to our hometown and bury us together. My family is in Qingshui Village. You can keep the remaining money as a token of my gratitude!"

After saying this, Zhao Changsheng turned around and walked outside.

I quickly followed him and saw Zhao Changsheng standing at the entrance of the barber shop. Outside, there was a police car parked with several police officers guarding the entrance, holding shields and riot forks. The chief of police held a gun in his hand.

Police tape was set up around, and many people gathered here to watch the commotion.

For them, a murder case in a small town was undoubtedly sensational news.

The police had been shouting at Zhao Changsheng, and his gaze slowly swept over the crowd. Then he lowered his head and glanced at the razor blade in his hand. He lightly touched the razor blade, as if caressing an old friend.

"Drop your weapon! I command you to drop your weapon! Otherwise, I'll shoot!" the chief shouted loudly, holding his gun.

Zhao Changsheng turned his head and looked at me, saying, "Kid, please!"

I choked for a moment, and then I saw Zhao Changsheng suddenly raise the razor blade and press it against his own neck, slashing fiercely.

The onlookers immediately erupted into a cry of horror. Some timid individuals even closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight.

The razor blade cut through the major artery in Zhao Changsheng's neck, and blood splattered everywhere.

No one expected that Zhao Changsheng would end his own life by self-mutilation.

The razor blade fell to the ground, and Zhao Changsheng trembled all over. Blood gushed out like a fountain, pulsating rhythmically.

Zhao Changsheng knelt down on the ground, rolled his eyes, and with his last bit of strength, he looked up at the sky. In his dying moments, he harbored deep resentment toward the heavens.

Zhao Changsheng was dead, and the police quickly sealed off the barber shop.

Due to the eerie and mysterious nature of the "borrowing life" incident, the police never dared to disclose the true information to the public.

However, there are no secrets that can be hidden forever. Strange incidents regarding the barber shop still spread, especially within the campus, where they turned into various versions of horror legends, causing people to feel uneasy. The school even held a series of seminars to prohibit the spread of rumors.

It must be said that Zhao Changsheng was a great father, but he used the wrong method for his love.

Essentially, Zhao Changsheng was a kind and loving person, but reality was too cruel, and anger distorted his soul.

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Fate is irreversible, and the will of heaven cannot be violated. This is an eternal truth!

I collected all thirty-nine black cloth bags from the barber shop, matched the names on the yellow paper, and returned the hair from each bag to the respective students. I advised them to bury the hair in the soil and plant a willow tree on top. When the willow tree takes root and sprouts, their lost lifespan will gradually be replenished.

Those students were extremely grateful to me. My status at Zhenyi Middle School instantly elevated, and many people supported me. I seemed to have gained the aura of a campus leader.

Fatso basked in my glory and also became arrogant. Like a proud rooster, he walked with his head held high in the school. Several followers trailed behind him every day, calling him "Big Brother Fatso."

As for Long Shaoye, who used to be domineering and arrogant, he had become a rat that everyone shouted at on the streets. Our status compared to Long Shaoye had undergone a complete reversal.

One day after school, Fatso and his gang cornered Long Shaoye in the small woods behind the school.

Fatso took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. A henchman next to him lit it for him. Squinting his eyes, Fatso took a deep drag, but it caused him to cough violently, and tears streamed down his face.

Fatso couldn't smoke at all. This pretending was too pathetic. Several henchmen behind him covered their mouths and snickered.

Fatso turned around and asked me, "Big Brother, how should we deal with this guy?"

I said, "Treat him the same way he treated us before!"

"Alright!" Fatso rolled up his sleeves and said to the henchmen behind him, "Guys, hold him down for me!"

Long Shaoye turned around and tried to run, but he was quickly surrounded and brought down to the ground.

Fatso walked over and kicked Long Shaoye's buttocks hard, causing Long Shaoye to cry out like a pig in pain, tears streaming down his face.

"Run! Keep running!" Fatso said as he continued to kick Long Shaoye mercilessly.

Long Shaoye still had some bravado left in him. He stiffened his neck and said, "You dare to hit me? Do you know the influence I have here? Damn it, I'll have someone chop you all up, believe it or not?"

I walked forward and beckoned with my finger, signaling my brothers to help Long Shaoye up.

Long Shaoye brushed off the dust from his body, thinking that I was afraid of him. He arrogantly asked me to kowtow to him three times and he would consider letting me go.

I grinned at him, and then punched him hard in the stomach.

Long Shaoye immediately doubled over in pain, curling up on the ground like a shrimp.

"Brothers, beat him!" Fatso waved his hand, and the group of people surrounded Long Shaoye, delivering a merciless beating.

Soon, Long Shaoye lost all his arrogance and begged for mercy while cowering on the ground.

Fatso cursed, saying, "Damn it, if I don't show you some colors, you won't understand why the flowers are so red!"

"I understand, sirs, I understand my mistake!" Long Shaoye cried with a mournful face, covered in dirt like a painted cat.

I lifted my foot and stepped on Long Shaoye's head, warning him to stay away from us and not act recklessly in front of us.

We retaliated against Long Shaoye just as he had bullied us before. It felt really satisfying!

I didn't forget Zhao Changsheng's dying request.

There were actually tens of thousands of yuan in his cabinet. In the era when being a "ten-thousand-yuan household" was popular, this was considered a considerable sum of money.

I went to the coffin shop in town and had two coffins made. Then, I hired a group of pallbearers to carry Zhao Changsheng and Zhao Ye's remains back to Qingshui Village, their ancestral home. We buried them in the backyard of their old house.

Although they weren't truly father and son in this lifetime, I hoped that in the next lifetime, they could become true father and son and continue their unfinished bond.

After completing these tasks, I looked at the remaining savings, which was almost half of the original amount.

Several thousand yuan might not seem like much to an adult, but for a child and a rural family at that time, it was a significant sum of money.

Perhaps this is how good deeds are rewarded. I helped Zhao Changsheng, and in return, he left his savings to me as a form of gratitude.

I carefully stored the money in a piggy bank, feeling content in my heart.

From then on, Fatso and I, who were once unknown village kids, became influential figures at Zhenyi Middle School. We walked with an air of confidence, and everyone had to call us "Brother." Our lives on campus became quite comfortable.