After listening to Wang Quan, and then looking at Mu Xuanqing's embarrassed appearance, I nodded helplessly, and said to myself with a wry smile: "Alas...... There were still a dozen of us when we came, and now, this dead dead, wounded wounded...... What's so painful about all this?"

Hearing my half-self-deprecating exclamation, everyone fell silent.

However, just when the atmosphere was a little melancholy, Bing Cube Ling suddenly came to Wang Quan's side quietly-

"Give me a fire. ”

"Holy!"

The unprepared Wang Quan was frightened, and the reaction of being a soldier made him almost subconsciously take a gun and crash the ice cube Ling Na.

He breathed a sigh of relief, took out a lighter from his trouser pocket, threw it to Bing Cube Ling, and muttered a complaint: "I said that when you appear next time, can you tell me in advance?" My good man, especially when Lao Tzu still has a gun in his hand, if this is a careless ...... Hey, wait a minute, you don't smoke anymore, why do you want fire?"

Wang Quan's kid muttered for a long time, and finally got to the point, but Bing Cube Ling Na had already taken the lighter and turned to leave.

Watching this guy walk towards the corpse of the "fish-faced painter" with a lighter, I couldn't help but feel a wild beat in my heart: could this guy be a ...... Burn that corpse!

Looking at his emaciated back, I became more and more convinced that this guy was doing just that. At this moment, I suddenly remembered: Mu Xuanqing seemed to be taking the corpse out!

Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate, and immediately ran quickly to the front of Bing Cube Ling and stopped in front of him: "You, what are you going to do?"

"Bury him. ”

Bing Ling stopped and said slowly—the voice was indifferent as if he was doing something very simple, but somehow, I seemed to hear a little sadness in his words......

With this inexplicable feeling, I suddenly remembered the scarlet fish mark on his neck, could it be...... This "fish-faced painter". Was Bing Cube Ling's relative before his death?

"This man, it's your—"

"It's not. ”

But just as I was about to ask him, he seemed to have anticipated what I was going to ask, and preempted me before I could speak. Interrupted my question.

"But, isn't Mu Xuanqing trying to get it out? Maybe there are any clues on this corpse......" After getting his affirmative answer, I still didn't get out of the way, I always felt that he just burned this corpse, which seemed a little inappropriate......

"Clues. What clues do you want, and what do those clues mean to you?"

Bing Cuo Ling looked down at me and said this to me coldly, and I, who was standing in front of him, heard his seemingly angry words, and I was a little distracted for a while.

That's right! As he said, even if he really found any clues from this corpse, what use would it be to me? I am not Mu Xuanqing, nor am I a king, I am just an ordinary person. Even if I know more, what's the point to me?......

Seeing me standing still, Bing Culins didn't say anything to me, and walked directly past me towards the headless corpse behind him.

At this moment, Mu Xuanqing, who had been keeping his head down and silent, slowly raised his head and struggled to get up from the ground-

"Hey, Mu Dashao! You-"

Seeing him stand up, Wang Quan looked at him with some concern. As soon as he was about to speak, Mu Xuanqing waved his hand at him, signaling that he didn't matter-

I thought that Mu Xuanqing was trying to stop the ice cube Ling, and was just about to open his mouth to hold the ice cube. Let him move slowly, but what I didn't expect was that he walked directly to the head that had been chopped by the ice cubes, bent down, picked up the broken skull with his hand, and slowly got up. Bypassing the stunned me, he walked up to Bing Cube Ling and sighed: "It's us, it's ...... sinner"

With that, he put the head of the "fish-faced painter" neatly on the corpse that fell to the ground.

"Whoever sins will bear the sin. ”

Bing Cube Ling said lightly.

After being silent for a long time, he turned on the lighter in his hand.

"Click"

With a metallic sound, a faint firelight erupted from the silver-gray firebolt of the king's power, looking at the graceful swaying fire, Bing Cu Ling paused slightly, and then, without hesitation, leaned down and ignited the body of the "fish-faced painter" lying on the ground......

The flame climbed up the body covered with pitch-black scales, and suddenly it was like a jumping elf, and in an instant, it jumped to every corner of the corpse's body, and with the dance of the flames, the corpse actually emitted a strange and familiar aroma - just like the fragrance I smelled in the vermilion fish base, but the corpse emitted a better smell.

Seeing Bing Cu Ling ignite this mysterious but nameless corpse, Wang Quan, Wang Nineteen, and Wang Xiang also slowly walked to the corpse, quietly watching the gradually burning fire, each with their own thoughts. And I looked at the burning corpse in front of me, smelling the faint fragrance of the corpse, and for a moment, I was a little confused-I actually felt that this picture was so peaceful and beautiful, I wanted to freeze time in this burning eternity......

However, time does not stand still because of anyone's wishes.

The corpse gradually became smaller and smaller as the fire intensified...... In the end, not even a single bone fragment remained, just turned into a cloud of light ash, and was quietly piled up in the corner of this mysterious gallery, as if it were one with this place, and there was no longer any separation from each other.

Watching the fire gradually extinguish, I slowly woke up from that state of ghostly mind, but my heart felt empty, as if something was also swallowed by the fire with the corpse, and finally, burned into a light dust.

Bing Cuo Ling watched the whole "cremation" process without blinking, his face was still as calm as a lake, but I could vaguely feel that there should be a trace of ripples in his heart;

Mu Xuanqing, who was standing beside him, kept his eyes closed, muttering something in his mouth, but his originally soft facial features looked extremely dignified at this moment, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled - as if he was praying, as if he was repenting;

Wang Quan's faces were not very good-looking, and after a long time, the aroma of the burning corpse began to dissipate, and Wang Quan was the first to speak, breaking the solemn silence.

"Let's go home. ”

Hearing Wang Quan's deep voice say these words, my eyes suddenly soured, and the exhaustion of my body and mind instantly swallowed me like a tide. I pretended to raise my hand and rub my somewhat sour eyes, sighed, and said softly, "Yes...... It's time for us to get out of here......"

"Alright, the burial is also buried, and this is the end of the matter. Wang Quan stretched his waist, took a deep breath, and then returned to his lively appearance, and said in his unique inspiring tone: "The deceased is gone, and we who are alive have to continue to live, let's go, let's also withdraw our troops!"

With that, he slipped the gun in his hand into the backpack he carried on his chest, and then he put the backpack back on his back, and as he straightened his bags, he strode without looking back towards the exit around the corner. Looking at Wang Quan's dashing back, the tense feeling in my heart was also loosened a lot, and the physical and mental exhaustion completely swallowed me, and immediately, I no longer hesitated, followed Wang Quan, and walked towards the exit......

Dragging my tired body to the bend, I subconsciously looked back, only to see that Wang Shijiu had already picked up Mu Xuanqing, who was weak, and followed me with Wang Xiang, while Bing Fang Ling was still standing expressionlessly in front of the pile of light ash, refusing to leave for a long time.

Seeing him standing there like a statue, I shouted at him a little tiredly, "Comrade Ling Wen, we should go." ”

Hearing my shout, he slowly raised his head and looked at me with those deep eyes—we looked at each other for a moment, and I couldn't stand his eyes, and I was the first to lose, but I seemed to understand his thoughts......

I lowered my head and whispered:

"You, do you want to come with us?"

Bing Culin's answer was exactly what I expected—just listen, his cold voice slowly sounded in the underground gallery:

"You guys, let's go first. (To be continued.) )