Chapter 1 1: Funeral

On this side of the desert, Hong Xiangjun has been dealing with the people of the Nuwo tribe for many days.

For the people of the Nuwo tribe, Hong Xiangjun has also changed from a raw face to a familiar face.

However, Dong Huiying doesn't come out much, because she has to take anesthetic pills every day to suppress the "addiction" in her body, and she has had a conversation with Liang Haoming before, so these days, Liang Haoming has almost become her human flesh chair.

The two stick together all the time, like a pair of conjoined babies, like an inseparable whole.

Of course, her original intention of taking anesthetic pills was that she was afraid that she would go too far, in case she squeezed Haoming too hard, it would not be good for a man to hurt his body. But it's okay to do something appropriate.

Therefore, the nightlife can still be expected.

On this day, a woman named "Mulu" found Hong Xiangjun.

"Hong, our leader will be buried tomorrow, and you can't be here anymore."

"Huh?"

Mulu explained: "It's not to get rid of you, it's just that you can move somewhere first, and then we will carry the leader's body to the Sand Sea." We who are outside the desert are born and raised in the desert, and when we die, we will also be buried in the sand. "And in the process, there is a need to clear the site.

Hong Xiangjun understood, "Okay, let's pack up and move a place as soon as possible, so as not to block your way tomorrow." ”

When Hong Xiangjun told Dong Huiying the news, the little girl pinched her fingers and counted: "It stands to reason that after so long, and the desert is so hot during the day, I'm afraid Nu Wall's corpse has already stinked, right?" ”

Hong Xiangjun grinned and was about to complain, but the little girl suddenly said: "But in this way, our time can be regarded as coming." ”

"Timing?" Hong Xiangjun was stunned.

The corners of the little girl's lips curled, "Haven't you always wanted to find Hong Wenbin?" But usually this tribe is heavily guarded, and you can only contact the people on the periphery these days, but tomorrow, it is very suitable to start. ”

Dong Huiying thought about it again: "Tomorrow Nu Wo will be buried, and there will be a funeral procession." I don't know the customs here, but if you are in Dayuan, there are also funerals for wives and dead husbands. If Brother Hong is in the funeral procession tomorrow, we will secretly follow and find another opportunity to connect with him. It would have been more convenient if he had been left in the tribe. ”

Hong Xiangjun's eyes lit up, "yes, why didn't I think of it?" No, I'll ask again! Finding out the news clearly will help us get started! ”

Hong Xiangjun hurriedly walked out. The little girl was more thoughtful, and she stopped Hong Xiangjun: "Wait, bring some things, it's not good to be empty-handed." ”

"Ha," Hong Xiangjun was amused, but his heart was also full of gratitude. The gadgets she gave to Mulu and the others these days, sometimes balm, sometimes ointment, were all made by the little girl.

She is not ungrateful, she accepted this favor in her heart, and secretly made up her mind to pay attention, in the future, if the little girl is in need, she Hong Xiangjun will not give up even if she goes up the knife mountain and goes down to the sea of fire!

Hong Xiangjun went out with gifts to "bribe" Mulu, and asked for some information from Mulu.

After that, the next day.

Before dawn, the funeral procession set off.

In the middle of the procession were dozens of men dressed in white linen.

The men walked barefoot in the desert, with iron chains on their hands and heavy shackles under their feet.

This seems to be to prevent the men from escaping.

Chapter I.

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