Upon hearing such horrifying words suddenly uttered by the other party, Charles's hand trembled abruptly, nearly dropping the bottle. He hurried over to Tuan Ba, asking nervously, "What's going on? Don't joke about this with me! Is it just you dying, or is all humanity doomed?"
Tuan Ba's brow furrowed tightly, looking distressed, "Hmm... I don't know. I only saw my own death."
"Clarify what you mean, Tuan Ba! Stop talking in riddles; this is really important to me!" Charles grabbed the old man's arm and lifted him up.
Tuan Ba's feet swayed in the air. Just when Charles thought he wasn't going to explain, Tuan Ba's child-like innocent eyes slowly focused.
It was as if Tuan Ba had suddenly matured, he quickly said to Charles, "It's none of your business, I'm just announcing my death in advance. Let's get this straight, I want my grave next to Lily's, with a pure yellow tombstone, nothing written on it. On the day of the burial, I want to preside over it myself."
