At this time, it was midnight, and it was pitch black inside. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info a trace of moonlight shines through the window, and you can barely see the general furnishings in the house.

Qing Haichao looked around, and finally put his gaze on the medicine bowl on the wooden table. He walked over gently, dipped his finger in the remaining foam in the bowl, and wrote a line on the table before quietly leaving.

Just after Qing Haichao left, the old man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes slowly, got up and got out of bed, and came to the table. I saw that it was written "Uncle Huo's grace, Chao'er will be a picture newspaper one day." Farewell! ”

Uncle Fire finished reading the words on the table, and came to the door of the house thoughtfully. I saw that under the blurry moonlight, a child who was brave and strong slowly stepped into the silent darkness.

Since this boy is destined for him, he will do great things in the future. It's just that he is still young, and he encountered such a setback, and he really couldn't help it! ”

The old man muttered to himself mysteriously, sighed helplessly, and slowly closed the door......

The moon is breezy and the smell of humidity is tangy. The Kunlun tribe at night is extraordinarily quiet.

Qing Haichao quietly left the hut and walked on the soft sand. Enjoying the coolness brought by the night breeze, the mood is very comfortable.

From afar, there are sparks in the dark night. The huts at the foot of the hill are concentrated on the west side of the platform. High or low, large and small, but they are arranged in a very orderly manner.

Between the huts stood a stake with torches in it. Dozens of Kunlun warriors patrolling the night were wandering in front of the wooden stakes, guarding the people and things around them.

Seeing that the Kunlun clan was heavily guarded, Qing Haichao quietly bent his waist and began to search along the edge of the West Sea.

Uncle Huo's thatched hut was not far from the concentrated house, and the tide of the sea groped along the shore behind Uncle Huo's thatched house, all the way, and saw that he was about to reach the place close to the platform, but still found nothing, and couldn't help but panic.

According to Uncle Huo, those who finish boiling the oil pot will be discarded on the edge of the West Sea. But he searched all the way, but he didn't even see half a figure. On the contrary, the waves of the West Sea surged from time to time, almost sweeping him into the vast expanse of water.

"Where the hell is it?"

Qing Haichao thought, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he looked into the sea near the coast. Sure enough, in the water not far behind him, there were two black things floating.

Qing Haichao was overjoyed when he saw this, and said in his heart: I finally found it.

Looking at the two blurred things in front of him, Qing Haichao raised his heart to his throat and walked over cautiously. He had never seen a dead person since he was born, let alone someone who had been fried, and he was inevitably a little scared.

Before he got close, Qing Haichao only smelled a pungent smell of burning. The smell was indescribable, but it was unusually unpleasant.

He couldn't help but settle down and slowly entered the cool water.

The waters off the west coast are not deep. Through the hazy moonlight, Qing Haichao found that the two blurred things were the corpses of the two senior brothers.

It's just that they were originally wearing blue shirts, but at this moment, the whole person has turned golden. The twisted and indistinguishable facial features, the shrunken and deformed body, like a skin that has been sucked dry, gently floats on the sea.

Qing Haichao was frightened, but he barely calmed down, grabbed a corpse with one hand, and was about to drag it to the shore. Unexpectedly, the corpse was very light, and he almost dodged into the sea with this drag.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it, he understood. Anything that has been fried will be dehydrated and the whole will be light. But looking at these two people, the bodies have not been washed away by the sea, indicating that their bones have not been completely melted.

Then, he didn't think much about it either. With two hands dragging the two corpses, he slowly walked towards the shore.

Qing Haichao dragged the corpse to the shore in fear. He first looked around, trying to find a relatively safe place for the two who died.

But when he observed the surrounding situation, he couldn't help but worry.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing to stand out from but the fluffy and soft mud and sand.

It's certainly very easy to make a hole here. It's just that there is nothing to cover around the coast, and it can even be said that there is no obstruction. Once the two are buried here, they will soon be discovered by the Kunlun people. At that time, not only will the two brothers and sisters who died face the risk of being exhumed and destroyed, but they are afraid that themselves, an outsider, will also be found out by the Kunlun clan, which will involve the safety of Uncle Huo.

"No! They can't be buried here. ”

Qing Haichao pondered, his eyes turned, and suddenly he saw the continuous mountains of West Kunlun, like a sleeping dragon, swimming in the dark night, full of mystery and challenges.

Seeing that there was no proper place to place the corpses on the coast of the West Sea, Qing Haichao couldn't help gritting his teeth, dragging the two corpses, and walked softly and slowly around the old uncle's thatched hut towards the mountains of West Kunlun.

Uncle Huo's thatched hut was only a few hundred steps away from the nearest peak in West Kunlun, and Qing Haichao pulled the corpse of his senior brother and walked all the way, and he didn't feel tired. Soon, we came to the foot of the mountain.

I saw that under the bright moonlight, a wide and winding mountain road suddenly appeared in front of me, leading straight to the dark and deep distance.

Seeing this, Qing Haichao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and sat on the ground to rest. At the same time, he carefully observes his surroundings.

The mountain path leads to the bottom of the mountain in front of him, and there are many tall and straight trees on the potholed mountain path, in addition to strange rocks of different shapes.

Qing Haichao had an idea, dragged the corpse with both hands and took a few steps forward, and came to a big tree.

It was a large tree with a thick trunk and a tall green tree. In the dark night, it's hard to get a full picture.

Qing Haichao came to the tree, pulled out the wooden sword at his waist, and began to dig.

In a few moments, a shallow pit large enough for two people took shape. Qing Haichao wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up one of the corpses, and lowered it to the pit.

At this moment, he was suddenly stunned. It was only because his hand had touched something unusually hard.

"People have been blown up like this, what else can be so hard?"

Thinking curiously, Qing Haichao couldn't help but put the corpse down and reached out to touch the corpse's arms.

Sure enough, there was something! Qing Haichao slowly took it out and looked at it, it turned out to be a piece of Xuantie token.

After the blackiron token was soaked in the oil pan, the whole body glowed with a dark sheen. But it still can't hide the conspicuous word "sword" on it.

Qing Haichao took the token in his hand and observed it repeatedly for a while. An identical black iron token was found from another corpse.

"What is this? Is it a symbol of their status? Or is it a token from the gang they belong to? ”

Qing Haichao pondered, but he had no clue. I just thought that the two tokens I left behind might be useful in the future. So he no longer hesitated, and took the token into his bosom. The bodies of the two brothers were quickly buried.

At this time, the moonlight is thicker, and the stars are shining brightly in the night sky. A gust of night wind blew, and the thick branches and leaves rubbed against each other, making a strange sound of "huh".

Qing Haichao gasped and finished placing the corpse, and easily plunged the wooden sword he carried into the mound of dirt that had just been turned up.

"Two big brothers, rest in peace! That's all I can do, little brother. ”

Qing Haichao looked at the bulging mound and whispered, then looked up at the big tree next to him, then let out a long breath, and slowly walked into the dark and mysterious mountains without looking back.

In the darkness of the night, a child under the age of ten walks alone in a rugged mountain pass. He is not afraid of darkness, not afraid of loneliness, and even more afraid of insects and beasts, because the persistence in his heart has completely overridden his courage, and nothing can be shaken.

This time, the mountains are high and the roads are far away, and there are thousands of ravines.

When Qing Haichao was tired, he thought about his mother who was still sick in bed and in pain; When I was afraid, I remembered my father's daily example and teachings; When you are lonely, you can't help but fantasize about the younger brother or sister in your mother's womb when you play happily with him after birth.

In this way, I don't know it is another night......