Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

The youngest girl saw Old Marsh looking at her and showed an innocent and lovely smile, which deeply touched Old Marsh. Her skin was young and wrinkle-free, and even the lines from her smile were soft, beautiful and lively. Old Marsh closed his drowsy eyes and hid his jealousy under his loose eyelids, avoiding the young people's chasing gazes.

There are so many emotions hidden in those eyes, and what is as eye-catching as the living bodies is their greedy desire for money.

"Come in." Old Marsh didn't like daytime, even when it rained.

Mark pushed him into the house. The people behind him looked at each other. John snorted coldly and was the first to follow behind. The others followed John into the house.

Feng Lan walked at the back. As soon as she entered, the damp steam that hit her face was like washing her face. She subconsciously closed her eyes and held her breath.

"It's so wet? Is the house leaking?" John couldn't help but touch his face, his eyes scanning the house suspiciously. It was not because he was worried that old Marsh would get sick living in such a damp house. He wished that the other party would die soon so that he could take the money and go out and have a good time.

John was worried that the damp house might have some problems, and he wouldn't be able to sell it for a good price. He had to sell it for at least $10,000 or $20,000, put it up for sale, and if that didn't work, installment payments would be fine. He didn't believe there wouldn't be poor young people willing to buy it.

Mary was more perceptive than John and immediately became concerned about Old Marsh's health. "Uncle Marsh, living in such a damp house is not good for your health. There is not much sunshine here. I'm Mary. I gave you a blanket earlier. In such a damp and cold house, you should cover yourself with more blankets and take care of yourself."

As for asking Old Marsh to move out of the house and solve the problem from the root, Mary said nothing. After all, her purpose was the same as that of others, including John, to get the inheritance. Old Marsh would cost money while he was alive, and if he died early and was buried casually, she could save some money for her to live a carefree life.

There were also those who tried to win favor silently. When they saw that the fireplace in the living room was not lit, they were about to light it to make the room warmer, but were stopped by Old Marsh.

"No need." He said, and the noisy crowd quieted down, not out of respect, but because they wanted to hear whether Old Marsh had any preferences for anyone. It would be even better if they could know who their strong competitor was.

"Ahem... I'm not in good health. I called everyone back this time because I wanted to find someone to take care of me in my old age." Old Marsh leaned back in his chair, and Mark lay quietly in the shadow behind him, like a breathing sculpture.

"As for who to choose..." Old Marsh looked around and forced a strange smile on his thin face. "I've given the criteria to Lawyer Mark. In a month, the person who best meets the criteria will be the heir."

After saying that, Old Marsh pretended to be exhausted and closed his eyes. Mark then pushed him to a room on the first floor. Regardless of the people who came around, he just said that Old Marsh needed to rest.

“What are the standards?”

"Why not calculate it based on blood relationship?"

"A month? That's too long, right? Why would it be so troublesome? Can't it be done today? Why would you stay in a place like this for so long?"

"Isn't this standard too harsh? Lawyer Mark, I think..."

Mark didn't answer anyone, and old Marsh in the wheelchair no longer paid attention to anyone. He closed his eyes and was silently pushed into the room by Mark. After Mark closed the door and came out, facing the fiery gazes of the crowd, he took out a document from his arms and announced it loudly without any suspense.

"Everyone, please note that today's will is based on Mr. Marsh Gray's true wishes. The content of the will was determined by Mr. Marsh independently and complies with the provisions of the Code regarding wills. Upon Mr. Marsh's death, the estate will be distributed according to this will... To this end, Mr. Marsh has established a standard process."

"First, every Sunday night at ten o'clock, everyone will have dinner at Mr. Marsh's house."

"Second, you will climb Mount Funi once every two days. The standard is to reach the top and take a photo. There is no speed limit or time limit. You must climb up by yourself and cannot use any other means of transportation."

"Third, on the last day of the month, Old Marsh will ask the remaining eligible heirs to go to the forest and find any red flower and bring it back. The first eligible heir to bring back a red flower from the forest will win and receive all of Mr. Marsh's inheritance."

Mark finished reading all the requirements, adjusted his glasses, closed the document, and looked around. "If you have any questions, you can express your opinion or withdraw from the campaign at this moment."

"What a strange request." John muttered quietly, but did not frown, because although these three requests were inexplicable, they were not difficult for him. Even the last one, which was to go to the forest, he brought a gun with him this time. Even if there might be some wild animals in the forest, such as bears or wolves, he was not worried. If it really didn't work, he could just go and check it out in advance.

"No problem, it's not a difficult task, as long as Uncle Marsh can be assured." Mary thought as she listened, and she didn't think it was a difficult thing. Eating was easy to understand, and she could cultivate a thin kinship with Marsh. As for climbing mountains and entering the forest, for women, male competitors have an innate advantage over them. But this was said in advance, so the result would naturally depend on who has the ability. At that time... Mary also had an idea in her mind, but she nodded with a look of concern for old Marsh.

"What if someone cheats?"

Some people also raised pointed questions.

"Some people took a fake photo and said they went hiking. What should I do?"

"Yeah, yeah, I suggest just eliminating this kind of person. If they can't even handle this little hardship, how are they going to support Uncle Marsh?"

When someone speaks, others immediately follow suit. If this can help screen out competitors, that would be the best thing. As for whether anyone really wants to do this and ends up ruining the plan, who cares?

Mark nodded. "Your concerns are normal. If you find such a situation, you can report it to me. If confirmed, your qualification will be revoked."

As for the verification process, Mark didn't say much. He waited for a while, dealt with a bunch of irrelevant questions, and after confirming that no one had any doubts, he left work.

Feng Lan and a few others also came out of the house. The fishy smell of algae inside was too strong, and the moisture was also very heavy. After standing inside for a while, their clothes became a little wet, their skin became sticky, and they felt very uncomfortable.

Feng Lan only needed to exchange a glance with Yuan Yingben to know that they, like herself, had many clues.

It was not suitable to chat outside. She glanced at the people who were still arguing in the house. Many people chose to leave like them and stood not far away in the yard looking at the three of them. As for the two people who had not arrived yet, no one cared.

"I remember those two people were staying in a guesthouse?" Feng Lan recalled and quickly found out the information about the absent persons based on what others had already known.

"It seems so." Yuan Ying thought for a moment and casually guessed, "Could there be some kind of accident? Otherwise, he wouldn't be absent from such an important event."

As for what the accident was, Yuan Ying didn't say much. Everyone understood that it was just a death.

"What, Tom and Lisa's bodies were found?!"

Someone exclaimed loudly, instantly attracting the attention of everyone who had not left.

Tom and Lisa are the two people who have not arrived yet.