Under the pile of stones, which were almost a man high, blood gradually spread from the cracks in the stones, along the smooth road.

The red blood constantly stimulated every nerve in Yang Zhanyi.

"Shepherd, shepherd."

Yang Zhanyi muttered with each sound, his eyes lost concentration.

He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe it.

Perhaps the blood is not the shepherd's?

But how could he be so upset?

It's as if my heart is empty, I have lost something important, and I can't get it back.

No, it won't.

That's his shepherd, he said, and he'll wait for him to come back.

The moment the tears in Yang Zhanyi's eyes fell, Yang Zhanyi jumped down directly.

Before that crystal tear fell on the stone, it was weathered away in the air.

"Yang Zhanyi!" Sun Qi exclaimed in surprise and jumped down. After landing, his feet paused for a moment, and after a second or two, Sun Qi went to catch up with Yang Zhanyi.

"The wounds on your body have been cracked, don't move, I'm here for you." Sun Qi went up and grabbed Yang Zhanyi's hand, but as soon as his hand touched the back of Yang Zhanyi's hand, it was directly opened by Yang Zhanyi.

"Sun Qi, if you treat me as your comrade-in-arms. I beg you, help me find him. Yang Zhanyi's eyes were already red, and he felt desperate just as soon as he thought that it was Muzi buried under the stone.

For the first time, Yang Zhanyi said to Sun Qi with words of prayer.

Sun Qi was frightened by Yang Zhanyi's appearance, and finally gritted his teeth, and no longer stopped Yang Zhanyi, and quickly moved the stone away with Yang Zhanyi.

The policemen who caught up behind also hurried to help.

Over time, stone after stone was removed.

The man who was buried in the ground by the stone also gradually showed a clear face.

In fact, when the person buried under the stone showed a broken arm, Yang Zhanyi knew that his shepherd would not come back.

But he still had a little hope.

What if, what if his shepherd was still alive?

When all the stones are removed, revealing the whole person.

Except for Sun Qi and Yang Zhanyi, the other policemen all got up silently and stopped their movements.

Yang Zhanyi knelt on the side, without moving.

In fact, he had been silent for a long time when he saw that familiar face.

No one dared to speak to break the silence, and all the policemen just silently turned their eyes to Yang Zhanyi.

Say not to be sad?

That's fake, anyone can see Yang Zhanyi's unspeakable sadness.

Say sorrow.

But the feeling is not obvious, looking at his lover lying on the ground covered in blood, how can anyone be so calm.

I don't even have an eyebrow wrinkled.

But when Yang Zhanyi knelt beside Li Mu, who had passed away, everyone felt an indescribable sadness.

Yang Zhanyi, who used to be smiling and never discouraged and disappointed in life, is like losing his soul at the moment.

Yang Zhanyi slowly stretched out his hand, and when his hand was about to touch Li Mu's face, he decisively withdrew his hand and wiped his hand on his clothes.

It seemed that he was afraid that the dust and blood stains on his hands would stain Li Mu's face, even though Li Mu's face was full of lime.

Yang Zhanyi lowered his head and tried to wipe the blood on his hands off his clothes.

The look on his face was so serious and serious, as if he was doing something extremely sacred.

Although the gray layer on his hands was wiped clean, the blood left from the wounds on his hands that had been cut by sharp stones could not be stopped.

Does it hurt?

Hurt.

It's just that the pain is in the heart.