You mean, if she pulls this thing out, she'll be burned alive if she goes to the crematorium? Liu Yuwei, who was transcribing the Yin Book, raised her head in surprise and asked.

Not bad. Actually, I'm wondering, is this what Mo Qilin is looking for? Lao Song frowned and said: This corpse needle was inserted into Xixi's head. Not only did it relieve Xixi's pain, but it also absorbed the concentrated anger of Xixi's whole body, and from the shape of this corpse needle, it was not simple?

Zhang Gui and I looked at each other and shook our heads.

I've never seen a corpse needle like this, and I'm very skeptical that it's something that has been lost in our Zhangjia's corpse control tools. Zhang Gui said very seriously.

I don't know how, but I can confirm that if this thing is pulled out, you will be incinerated in a very painful way, do you really want to do that?

Xixi still nodded and lowered her head.

I looked at Lao Song and Zhang Gui, Lao Song closed his eyes and nodded, and Zhang Gui shook his head very seriously.

I thought about it. Still put his hand on the handle of the probe needle.

Zhang heng! You can't do this! Liu Yuwei came up directly and grabbed my hand in a hurry: Do you want Xixi to be burned alive?

I don't think so. I shook my head and jerked the needle out.

The length of this probe needle was much longer than I expected, and my one was less than 20 centimeters. This one is actually more than 25 centimeters, and on the handle of the needle is a symbol of our Zhang family: a golden toad, and there is a rough texture on the surface of the corpse needle, which is estimated to increase some feel when inserted into the corpse.

It's the first time I've seen such a gorgeous probe needle, and it looks like it gives people a feeling of falling in love with it, much heavier than ordinary probe needles. However, I don't know what this probe needle does, but I feel that what Lao Xi said should be right: Mo Qilin just wanted to come to find this thing.

After pulling out this gorgeous corpse needle, Xixi didn't have any other reaction, but slowly lay down on the corpse bed again.

You, you just pulled it out? Liu Yuwei looked at me with some annoyance: Xixi is going to be burned alive like this!

She's had enough of the pain in the world, and I think that's what she thinks. I looked at Liu Yuwei and shook my head and said, then turned to look at Xixi and said: I'll send you to cremation now, okay?

Xixi nodded slightly.

Senior Lei, Zhang Gui, you help me put Xixi in the car, and I'll go through the procedures.

I didn't say much and left the morgue directly.

After completing all the formalities, I returned to the morgue, Xixi had been loaded into the cargo box behind Volvo, Liu Yuwei's eyes were red, and she came up to me and asked me: Can you make Xixi less painful when you are cremated? Ask the cremator to make the temperature a little higher or something?

What's going on? I asked, confused.

Liu Yuwei pointed to some handwriting on the ground and said.

Xixi was a beautiful lady before she died, and she was also the best embroidered cloth in the warlord's hand, and her hands were naturally very dexterous, and it seemed that she should have written her last suicide note with her own fingers.

(The suicide note was written in half-white words.) For the convenience of reading, Xiaohuang is directly automatically translated into modern Chinese. ）

Thank you for not being afraid of me and saving me, but I don't have any memories of this world. My father, mother, and siblings died in war and famine, and I watched countless people die and be taken into slavery. Just when I was desperate, a young man named Yu Mei gave me another glimmer of hope, but in the end, this last glimmer of hope was also shattered.

I am an unfortunate person, and I have brought too much misfortune to the people around me and myself, I have lived long enough, so long that I have no thoughts about this world, please let me go, I don't have the courage to live again, no matter what it is.

As for the pain, I've suffered enough, the Flame Burn is nothing to me anymore, please let me go.

Looking at those words, Liu Yuwei couldn't cry. I nodded and stepped into the Volvo cab.

All the people watched me and left with the sunset.

As soon as I stepped out of the courtyard, I was driving alone on a dark road, and I suddenly caught a glimpse of a person sitting in my passenger seat.

The illusion of Xixi reappeared, this time there were no more needles on my body, my skin looked as white and flawless as the moon, and I was wearing a Republic of China costume, smiling at me.

She looked completely normal.

I want to ask you, who gave you this thing in the head, and then who carved those unfinished statues?

Xixi held out a finger and tapped it again on my forehead.

Rounds of visions kept coming to my mind

The first scene is in the Buddhist hall of the embroidery factory, where she was tortured and locked in a wooden flail that she was buried with herself, and her whole body was covered with needles, and she was on the verge of death.

No one needs to be guarded, and no one dares to do so, so Xixi waits for the final death in extreme pain.

A person quietly entered the Buddha hall and came to Xixi's side.

There is an end to all suffering, but now you are pierced by a thousand needles, and your soul is also locked in your body, the only thing I can do now is to help you insert the last needle, free you from all the pain, and you may come back from the dead in the future, but remember not to hurt others because of resentment!

After that, that person used that gorgeous corpse control needle to insert it directly into Xixi's brain.

Xixi finally took her last breath

Seeing that after Xixi finally died, the man didn't stay anymore and left immediately.

Then Xixi was buried in a coffin, and then the place was never peaceful: some people often reported that they saw Xixi here, and some soldiers who participated in the capture of Xixi and Yu Mei were scared to death.

When it was really a lot of trouble, the warlord really had no choice but to find a stone slab from somewhere else that was said to be very spiritual and put it on top of Xixi's coffin, covering Xixi's mausoleum, so that it could be regarded as a little shocking to the constantly haunted Du Villa.

After the local mage came to see it, he thought that the girl had died too miserably, and that he still needed to carve a stone statue to appease the girl's soul, and in order to keep his embroidery factory, the warlord called someone to make a statue of Xixi.

But no matter how careful the workers were, the statue could not be repaired: either here or there, and finally after more than a year, nothing had to be repaired: the warlord himself died.

In an almost fast-forward fashion, I skimmed through the entire story, so that I could be considered to have completed the story of Xixi.

Driving in the dark of night, with a soul next to me and a living zombie behind me, I thought about it and suddenly changed my route and walked towards the city center.

The night view of the city is beautiful, and although it is already 3-4 o'clock in the middle of the night, there are still lively streets and bustling night markets outside.

Xixi, maybe you don't have any memories of this world, but I want to tell you: this world is actually very beautiful, and it is very different from the era when you were executed, and I think I should let you see what our era is really like. Your soul has not disappeared now, you should still be reincarnated, and your life can be born in this era, which is far more beautiful than any era in this land.

In this way, I took a ghost with me and walked around the bustling city.

It was a silly, or rather idiotic, experience: if anyone noticed me along the way, they would find me like a madman telling the empty co-pilot's seat what the city's high-rise buildings were; what kind of food is sold at the roadside stalls; What are the brands of cars parked on the side of the street; What are the red men and green women walking on the road thinking?

When it was slightly white in the east, I knew that I couldn't wait any longer, and I came to the funeral home with Xixi.

Along the way, only I could see the sunset: she seemed to be listening to my introduction, and she seemed to be looking at the situation outside, I don't know what kind of state she was in in this situation, but I felt that she seemed to be very happy.

After completing all the formalities, I pushed the car where the body was held and came to the cremation room specially prepared for the funeral department, where the cremation worker was waiting for me.

I transported the body, put it on the conveyor belt, and gently touched the corpse.

Are you really ready?

Xixi's fingers moved slightly, and she made a very naughty scissor hand, and then carved such words with her fingers.

You are so blessed to live in this era.

I made up a sentence in my own brain: Let me also hurry up and be reincarnated and born in this era.

I nodded silently to the cremation worker.

The miserable corpse slowly entered the incinerator.

I walked to the observation window of the incinerator and watched as Xixi's body reached the designated location, and the fire hole began to ignite, spewing out strong flames and starting to burn Xixi's body.

Because of the strength of the corpses of the third-level zombies, although the corpses of Xixi were burning violently, they did not have the feeling of turning into ashes as soon as they burned.

In the mighty flames, I seemed to see the shadow of an illusory girl, beckoning to me in the flames.

She's smiling! That's right, she was really smiling!

She's not in pain, she's laughing.

Perhaps now we who live in a peaceful and affluent environment rarely understand the mentality of those who are in the midst of war.

But I want everyone to understand that the era you live in is the best of times.