Zhu Beichen stood silently behind July and witnessed the death of July's dearest playmates, girlfriends, and sisters, and put his hand on July's shoulder to comfort: "Don't be too sad and sad, I understand the deep relationship you have formed since childhood, and I thought that she just went to a distant world, where there is no more pain and suffering, only endless happiness." ”

July was stunned, as if he hadn't realized that Ning Yun had left, and he couldn't accept the fact that his dearest sister had died, and he was still holding Ning Yun's corpse.

The unknown illness took a life from her like this, and July stared at Ning Yun's face in amazement and waved his hand without looking back: "I know she's gone, I'm fine, I'm really fine." ”

Several men worked together to carve out a tomb about a meter deep in the soft silt, and the pit was full of dark water, and the water layer here was obviously too shallow, meaning that Ning Yun's body would be soaked in water after his death.

"Wouldn't it be too simple, wouldn't it be too watery?" The fat man said in embarrassment.

"There's no way, we can't take a corpse with us... Let's go on the road, only bury her. Almost speechless, Han Qingxin looked at July with scruples, and shook his head sadly.

July's heart was like a heavy boulder, so depressed that he couldn't breathe, and he was so sad that he kept sobbing. Zhu Beichen was extremely reluctant to disturb her, but at this time he really should continue on the road.

There are always some things in this world that you want to keep but can't keep, and some emotions can only be silently remembered in the back of your head.

"July... We... It's time for Ning Yun to be buried. If it weren't for the fact that he was the only one who had the closest relationship with July among the people present, Zhu Beichen really didn't want to take on this role.

No, I'm going to take Ningyun back to the Blackwater River. I promised her that I wouldn't leave her alone.

July refused, and his cold face carried a terrifying majesty.

"But we can't get there with her." Han Qingxin understood July's emotions, and he didn't even dare to say the words in his heart: Whether we can go out in the end is unknown, and carrying Ning Yun will increase the burden, and the chances of surviving in case of danger will drop by one point. Even if you go out, I'm afraid the corpse will already decompose.

Qijian leaned on crutches and put his head on Qiyue's shoulder: "Obedient, okay, as the great witch of the Wu clan, can't you still see through the thoughts of life and death?" When a person dies like a lamp goes out, all that is left behind is a pile of organic matter, and you can symbolically take away one thing, in fact, the meaning is the same. ”

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In the humid and hot swamp forest, in a pit that is not big or small to hold, a simple girl from Miao Jiang lies quietly in it, maintaining a sleeping position.

Qijian left his walking crutches, so the crutches became Ningyun's simple tombstone, and the "tombstone" was engraved with a crooked line of small characters: The tomb of Ningyun, the priest of the black miao in southern Yunnan.

Ning Yun is not yet twenty years old, and he is the youngest priest among the black seedlings!

In front of the humble grave, the people in the team bowed in front of the tombstone one by one, and said their final goodbyes to Ning Yun. From then on, an innocent and straightforward beautiful girl from Miao Jiang will spend thousands of years here and sleep immortal.

Zhu Beichen walked past the tombstone, walking with difficulty, and blamed himself with guilt and remorse in his heart: "Ning Yun, because of my business, you came here, and you stayed here forever, I will remember you for the rest of my life." I owe you a chance to repay in the next life, rest in peace.

July held a bundle of jet-black shiny hair tightly in her hand, which was pinched in the palm of her hand. As Ning Yun's last memorial to himself, this handful of hair will accompany his future journey to fulfill Ning Yun's last wish: to return to the Heishui River.

On the day of Bingchen, Ningyun was buried. In the end, she fulfilled the prophecy left on the ancient bronze tree and returned to the swamp forest.

The death of a young life in the team silenced everyone, and they silently packed up the scattered equipment and items, and Yang Xi and the fat man carried Strathman back to the stretcher.

Some useless equipment was discarded, and practical necessities were picked up: medical kits, lighters, firearms.

Facing the hot and humid wind, stepping on the silt swamp and continuing to move towards the end of this land, the "ancient city buried in sand".

Every few steps, July would stop and look back to look through the back of the foliage to look at the tombstones erected in the swamp, the graves below the tombstones. There, her dearest relatives are buried.

It wasn't until he turned back that he could no longer see Ning Yun's grave, and he didn't turn around anymore until July.

Witnessing Ning Yun's death and knowing the strange dream that July had, Han Qingxin became terrified. As dreams become more and more frightening, they become more and more terrifying.

After walking for a while, Han Qingxin glanced at it, and walked slowly and methodically with Zhu Beichen's support. does not have the calm and elegant posture before, and when facing the death of a loved one, no matter how high the status is, it cannot change the facts, and it will cry and grieve.

"I'll do it." Holding July from the right side, Han Qingxin reminded Zhu Beichen to let go.

Seeing that he hesitated and walked away, Han Qingxin asked in a low voice: "You..." Although she knew that it was inappropriate to ask these words at such a time, she still couldn't help but finish her words: "In my dream, in addition to Ning Yun, is Strassman also..."

Her meaning was clear, since the inscription on the ancient bronze tree accurately predicted the date of Ningyun's death. Then, Strathmann will definitely fulfill the prophecy of the ancient bronze tree and stop breathing at some point in the future.

Yu Guang glanced at Strathman on the stretcher, the hot and humid wind blowing, but it was as cold as winter.

July was stunned for a while, and it took a long time to come back to his senses and remember that terrible dream. She hugged her weak shoulders and trembled her lips and said slightly, "STM, Ding Siri." ”

Han Qingxin was not very familiar with the conversion of the lunar calendar, so he counted it with his fingers, and after calculating it, he was stunned and said, "Ding Si day, isn't that tomorrow." That old man will die tomorrow? ”

If the date of Ning Yun's death happened to be just a coincidence, then as long as Strassmann died tomorrow, it was undoubtedly a real prophecy. It is unbelievable that an ancient bronze tree that may have existed for thousands of years accurately predicted the time of death of a single individual thousands of years later, how many such inscriptions were engraved on that huge bronze ancient tree, and how many people were calculated by the invisible fate in the dark, and even death was arranged?

"Is it all calculated? Who is in charge of all this, and who else in the ranks will die? ”

Looking at Yang Xi and then at Zhu Beichen, his eyes swept over Qijian and the fat man, and Han Qingxin subconsciously fell into a cold pool. They had all been with them all the way, more or less emotional, and the thought of some time in the future when one of them was going to leave the team couldn't help but feel sad.