Wang Haozai carefully cleaned the dilapidated wooden house and gathered the bones on the bed. He didn't use his strength in all this, but did it himself like an ordinary person, after all, for him, having something to do was quite precious in itself, and Wang Hao didn't mind thinking about it.

He didn't know the detailed story of the owner of this place, but he had read too many similar stories in the war years, and he could always guess seven or eight points. He smashed the weathered bones bit by bit and sprinkled them in the field of flowers.

[It's so miserable. 】

"The soul has long since dissipated, and all that remains is matter. Rather than letting it decompose slowly, I can take the initiative to grind it into powder and speed up the process. ”

Wang Yu was unmoved, and An Yangjun, who was not drunk, was calm and reliable, he carried a closed bamboo umbrella on his back, squatted down and sprinkled bone meal on the roots of the flowers, and his movements were serious.

The old woman who had died planted a field full of sunflowers that could not be fed and could not bring any profit, and these sunflowers must have a special meaning to her, probably left to her by her husband, and probably the favorite food of her children. In that case, then let her stay with the important things. ”

The dusty An Yangjun didn't need to clap his hands, he stood up, took off the bamboo umbrella behind him and held it in his arms, and did not open it, but gently stroked the half-withered and half-glorious umbrella handle. There were those huge sunflowers, and he had no sunlight to shine on him.

"It's like Cangyun and me. ”

【Wang Yu...... I sincerely hope you don't turn into a fetish. 】

Rumia said dryly in his heart.

[The way you stroked the handle of the umbrella made me feel creepy, and goosebumps were about to rise.] 】

"No way. ”

Wang Yu hooked the corners of his mouth, his dark eyes were indifferent, and he didn't smile.

"I can't control myself...... Miss her. ”

Rumia now seems to be a little more grown than in the past, she used to be a toddler of five or six years old, and now she is a young girl of eleven or twelve years old, she follows Wang Hao on the battlefield, devours the negative emotions of countless lives before death, and has a real understanding of the world, so her mind is more mature. She did see Wang Hao's memory, but Wang Hao's life history was too unique and not universal. She did follow Wang Hui in his countless dream worlds, but Wang Hao's role in them was that no one knew about it, and she never went deep into it, so Rumia could only follow her through the eyes.

Now that she's older, she knows more.

[You say you, there are so many people who admire you, as long as you release the news that you want to continue, there will definitely be countless people waiting for you. As a result, you're holding this umbrella and engaging in fetishes right now...... Wait, is this an ice love or a fetish?Ah, by the way, you also ate Cangyun's human body. Wow Wang Yu, you are really a person, there is no shortage of ice love. 】

Wang Yu ignored the strange words that popped out of Rumia's mouth one after another, he slowly walked towards the largest sunflower with a bamboo umbrella, and looked at the crystal-red veins that appeared on the surface of the thick flower stem, and his tone was flat and natural.

"But I don't want to continue. ”

【…… Alas. 】

Rumia, who had been alive and kicking, lowered her head and sighed.

"I know, you stubborn old fellow. Although I and Cang Yun only have a few faces, but through your memories I already know her very well, she agreed with you to live not to make you become a walking corpse, but your Anyang Jun's life has countless possibilities, countless beautiful possibilities, Cang Yun will see through this to force you to live. 】

[She wants you to be happy.] 】

"I know. ”

Wang Yu looked at it for a while, then sat down cross-legged with his back against the stem of the sunflower, and his umbrella crossed his knees. He made a sharp claw in the palm of his left hand and pressed his palm against the emerald skin of the sunflower. His original intention was to let the blood flow down the stalk and fall into the roots, but to his surprise, the bristles on the surface of the sunflower directly sucked up the blood, and they even grew and spread rapidly, crawling down the wound into Wang Hao's palm, becoming more like roots, deep into the flesh and blood, and absorbing nutrients.

Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his palm and tore off those root-hardened bristles. The broken slender roots reluctantly pursued the taste of blood, fangs and claws, and slowly probed towards Wang Yu.

"No, absorb too much and you'll be blown up. ”

Wang Yu brushed away the tentacles, erased the broken roots left in his body, and healed the wounds. The tentacles paused for a moment, then retreated as if they understood Wang's words, turning back into ordinary bristles.

Wang Hao turned his head back, staring at the bamboo bone umbrella, he took out a pot of white wine from the Spring and Autumn Dream, raised his head and drank it, and sighed.

"It's just that after she died, I didn't want to be happy. ”

An Yangjun's face quickly revealed two pieces of crimson, the degree of this wine is 97%, Wang Hao's wine volume is not good or bad at best, and if he kills half a pot of this kind of thing in one gulp, he will naturally join the ranks of pouring a cup with honor.

Wang Hao's consciousness quickly became chaotic in a few seconds, his expression did not change, but his brain was blank, and his original upright sitting posture began to be unstable, one tilted his head, his head leaned back on the main trunk of the sunflower, and those tough but not stinging bristles were weighed down by Wang Hao's head.

[Woo wow woo wow, it's too much, my tongue is unconscious!]

Rumia stuck out her tongue in her consciousness like a puppy and turned around, Wang Hao's eyes closed slightly, and only after a while did she say slowly:

“…… You haven't learned to disconnect your senses while I'm drinking. ”

[Don't give me anything like that!!]

"Okay. ”

As soon as Wang Hao's hand holding the wine gourd loosened, the gourd fell straight down. However, the gourd that was supposed to be knocked over and stained white on the ground was directly supported by many roots that emerged from the ground, and they even stuffed the lid of the wine gourd, and then placed it next to Wang Hao.

“…… Well?...... Ah, thanks. ”

It took a while for Wang Hao, who was half a beat slow to react, to notice all this, he stretched out his right index finger and touched the roots of the wine gourd, and those tough roots did not try to pierce his skin to absorb blood, but affectionately circled his fingers a few times, rubbed them against his fingertips for a while, and then retracted into the soil.

"Very spiritual. ”

Wang Hao took out a bottle of pale golden rum and poured it.

"It's like...... Cangyun is the same. ”

He hung his head, looking lonely.

As if sensing Wang Hao's low mood, a wide and soft blade like a barrier fan covered Wang Yu from top to bottom, he blinked his eyes in confusion and asked Lumia:

"It's so fast when it gets dark......"

[It's not dark!You drunkard sober up!]