Wu Qi immediately rushed to the side of the slate, put his hands under the slate, and with the strength of his body, forcibly flipped the slate weighing more than one ton into the sky and flipped it over and flew out a distance of one or two meters.

What broke into Wu Qi's eyes was a lifeless charred black male corpse, the skin of the corpse was all charred, the fur was burned to the ground, and the combat uniform was burned to the point that only a few pieces of scorched rags remained, and it was impossible to tell if it was Wang Sheng's combat uniform.

Wu Qi knelt on the ground, tremblingly stretched out his right hand and gently flipped the charred corpse over. When touching the skin of the corpse, Wu Qi couldn't feel any heat of life, only a piercing coldness.

Bang. The stiff charred corpse finally turned over, and Wu Qi was a little afraid to see if the face of the corpse was Wang Sheng, but he had to know sooner or later.

So Wu Qi's gaze followed the torso of the corpse upwards. The front and back of the corpse were the same, burned to the ground. There is a blood hole in the chest that can accommodate the width of a fist, and the blood hole penetrates the skin and muscles on the outside, and from the outside of the blood hole, you can see the sternum and spine that have been burned to the black, and you can vaguely smell the disgusting smell of burnt internal organs emanating from the inside of the blood hole.

As you can imagine, this corpse was violently pierced through the flesh of the chest by Charlotte's fist wrapped around the soaring flames, and the flaming fist pierced into the man's chest, and the flames exploded in the body. So the man's ribs and internal organs were burned to the ground, and there was no way to return to heaven.

Wu Qi looked at the shocking sadness inside and outside the corpse, his shoulders trembled faintly, there is no doubt that the owner of this body can no longer be saved, and the only answer left is whether the identity of this corpse is Wang Sheng.

Wu Qi silently muttered "No, no, no" in his heart, but reason told him that Charlotte could not have a reason to attack others at that time, and the identity of this corpse was either Gao Yuan or Wang Sheng.

Finally, Wu Qi saw the face of the corpse. The corpse's face had been burned, and its skin and facial features were so burned that it was difficult to distinguish what it looked like.

Wu Qi's heart was already stuck in his throat, and the more he tried to distinguish the corpse's face, the more he didn't dare to recognize it, and in the end, his heart was a little lighter. It seems that as long as the identity of this corpse is not confirmed, Wang Sheng still has a chance to return to his own possibility alive.

"Wu ......"

Suddenly, the man who was originally a "corpse" suddenly opened his burnt lips and spat out an extremely weak voice. Wu Qi's hearing is very developed, so that he can vaguely hear what the man whose identity is a mystery is saying.

Wu Qi's eyes widened, his pupils contracted and dilated, and his thin face contained a brief transformation between sadness, happiness, and shock, and finally a look of surprise.

Wu Qi put his head in front of the man's face, his ear against the man's lips, trying to hear what the man was saying. In just a second or two, every tenths of a second that time passes, it feels like a long, long time for Wu Qi.

Wu ...... Strange...... OK...... What are you...... The remainder...... It's all up to you...... Live well in ...... World. ”

Slowly, intermittently word by word, thin as silently came out of the man's mouth, and then reached Wu Qi's ears. Wu Qi's expression of surprise disappeared in an instant, turning into a cloud of lead-colored despair.

At this moment, Wu Qi felt that the platform supporting the heart seemed to have disappeared, and the bottom of the heart had become an abyss that spread infinitely downward, and a heart was pulled by gravity from the abyss, and fell weakly towards the pitch-black eternal silence.

"Wang Sheng." Wu Qi muttered Wang Sheng's name, and then looked directly at Wang Sheng's tightly closed eyes less than 10 centimeters away from Wang Sheng's face.

Wu Qi quickly stretched his finger in front of Wang Sheng's nose, Wang Sheng's snort was already faint and difficult to perceive, and it disappeared before Wu Qi stretched out his finger, making Wu Qi feel empty.

The mirror lake in Wu Qi's eyes set off turbulent waves, and reality was like a sharp sword falling from the sky, straight into the eyes of the red. In the bare clearing, there was a bleak and short sword roar, but it invaded people's hearts for a long time.

Wang Sheng's burnt face couldn't see a specific expression, as if he had fulfilled his thoughts at the end and relaxed and relaxed.

Wang Sheng's internal organs were burned by the high temperature flames, a large amount of blood was released from his chest, and his body was pressed by the heavy stone slab, and he should have died early to be freed. I don't know why, Wang Sheng didn't die for a long time, as if he was waiting for someone.

Now, he waited for the man, and his anger dissipated.

For the first time, Wu Qi noticed a hazy mist in his eyes, and once he watched a person related to him pass away at a close distance. The man was obviously close at hand, but the cold body temperature told him that the man's soul had disappeared here, and in a distant place out of reach, he pushed open the ghost gate and stepped on the Nai He Bridge.

"Wang Sheng." Wu Qi read Wang Sheng's name again. He didn't shout, but he felt great sorrow.

Pathos is like the sound of waves crashing against cliffs in the distant sea.

After a minute, Wu Qi's fingers and shoulders no longer trembled, and his legs and knees slowly exerted force, changing from a kneeling posture to a standing posture.

Wu Qi opened his mouth and exhaled sharply. There was a suffocation in his chest, which made him want to die uncomfortably, and when he exhaled this breath out of his chest, he found that it did not feel much better.

Wang Sheng died. How he was killed by Charlotte, Wu Qi will never know. The ten fingers of his hands slowly gathered and pinched together, and the friction between the bone joints erupted with an amazing loud sound. A pair of beautiful eyes erupted with explicit killing intent.

People can't be resurrected from the dead, but there is one thing that the living can do, and that is to push the guy who killed the murderer into hell too!

Wu Qi is not Charlotte's opponent today, and he almost died in Charlotte's hands several times. As a result, fate made the giant Kreese, who was supposed to recognize Macdonald as his master, recognize him as his master, and healed all his injuries as if he were resurrected. Now that he is alive, he has infinite possibilities to do what he can.

"Wu Qi!"

A crisp female voice sounded from behind dozens of meters away, and Wu Qi's shoulders shook faintly, it was the familiar voice of Guo Baibai.

At the same time, there was the whining of the beast, Wu Qi immediately turned his head, only to see a jumping fiery red flame jumping quickly on the ground, and then quickly rushed into Wu Qi's arms. Wu Qi subconsciously bent down and reached out to catch the jumping fireball, and what got into his arms was a fluffy, warm touch.

"July."

The stiff muscles in Wu Qi's face finally melted like ice cubes, he lowered his head and smiled slightly, caressing the back of the little red fox lovingly. The little red fox closed its eyes and put its head on Wu Qi's muscular chest, and it swayed its limbs and tail wildly in Wu Qi's arms, as if it hadn't seen Wu Qi for too long, and began to be coquettish as soon as it saw it.

After a while, Wu Qi looked up and saw Guo Baibai and Gao Yuan who were gradually walking towards him. Guo Baibai saw naked. Wu Qi, who was in the body, couldn't help but lower his eyes and shyly avoided his gaze. Gao Yuan looked at Wu Qi with a very strange expression, but in the end, all his feelings turned into a relieved smile.

"It's good you're alive, Wu Qi."

"So are you." Wu Qi said.