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"You're in a hurry."

"Don't worry, it's soon, it's soon, and we'll avenge you."

Listening to "Kui"'s words, the smile on "Eye's" face immediately retracted.

The body of the "eye" trembled slightly for a while, and then suppressed the sadness in his heart, and said in a very light tone: "Moth, spotted Jiao." ”

"I will definitely completely dismember that human named Luo Qi."

The wind blew over the hillside.

"Huh!"

"Eye", suddenly unfurled its broad bat wings, rode the wind, and then rushed straight towards the sky.

"Kui's" long hair was curled up by the wind, and it stretched out like a silk cloth, like a pitch-black cloak hanging from tattered armor, as if it would follow its master to the battlefield at any time, to charge and sweep the formation, to kill the general and capture the flag.

The "Kui" with high fighting spirit, with a pair of dark eyes, watched the "eye" fly high into the sea of clouds, and the full battle intent emanating from his body also followed his gaze, stirring endless clouds and surging endlessly

It's noon, and it's sky.

The autumn wind passed by, and the dust floating in the air gradually dispersed in the wind.

Luo Qi, Zhang Chunjun, Li Yuangang, Du Li, Xu Ruoyu, Chen Qian, Yu Tong, Kui Yuan, and Zheng Yimao stood in front of the three newly piled graves.

Once the grave has been dug up, the next step is to collect the body.

The nine people chose the way to bury the body or to have it cremated.

All nine of them knew that the rats would take over the place in the near future, and the bones buried in the soil would not be able to escape the gnawing of the rats.

To let the dead be buried in peace, everyone has only one choice left.

But to cremate the bodies of He Shiyun and Xiaobai, in the absence of enough fuel, only Luo Qi can do it.

Zhang Chunjun, Li Yuangang, Du Li, Xu Ruoyu, Yu Tong, Kui Yuan, Zheng Yimao, all set their eyes on Luo Qi.

The faces of the eight people were full of sadness.

Chen Qian's eyes kept flowing with tears.

Under the gaze of the eight people, Luo Qi was silent for a long time, but he never made a move.

Lying in the three graves, they are He Shiyun, Xiaobai, and the clothes that Hao Hao wore before his death.

The porcelain cups that had been washed by eight people and used to hold the ashes had been uncovered, and then placed side by side in front of the three graves.

In autumn, the surface of the porcelain cup shines like a pebble washed by the river for a long time.

Luo Qi looked down at He Shiyun's corpse in the pit, staring at He Shiyun's face that was slightly terrifying because of the wound, but his mind was already blank.

His face was a little numb, unwilling to believe it was true.

Therefore, he always wanted to turn his head to look at He Shiyun behind him, but he didn't turn his head.

He knew that there would not be two He Shiyun in the world, and the only He Shiyun would stay in that grave.

As for He Shiyun standing behind him, it was just a product of his imagination.

Luo Qi once heard that there is a disease called schizophrenia.

Luo Qi thought that he might not be that serious, although he did produce another independent personality on the spiritual level, but this personality could not interfere with his behavior.

"Coward."

A familiar voice came from behind you.

Luo Qi's heart trembled slightly, but she was not moved at all.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the heat flow gathered in his hand.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the red flame wrapped around Luo Qi's right palm.

"Whew!"

Chen Qian, who was already crying, immediately choked up when she saw that Luo Qi had summoned the red flame.

Chen Qian's voice reached Luo Qi's ears.

Luo Qi closed her eyes sadly, and then waved her right hand with feeling, but very resolutely.

"Poof!"

The red flame that rushed out of Luo Qi's right hand quickly split into three, and accurately fell into the grave where the corpse was lying.

"Whew!" "Whew!" "Whew!"

As soon as three sounds like a howling wind sounded, a red flame burst into flames and occupied the entire pit.

The red flame is extinguished in an instant.

He Shiyun, Xiaobai, and Hao Hao's clothes became three piles of ashes exuding residual warmth.

"Wow~~!"

Chen Qian suddenly howled and cried, and quickly pounced on the grave where only ashes remained.

Zhang Chunjun followed behind Chen Qian, tugging on Chen Qian's sleeve and not letting Chen Qian rush into the pit.

The old man wrapped his arms around the shoulders of the little Lori in front of the grave and completely stopped the momentum of the little Lori.

Then, little Lori knelt in front of the grave and wept bitterly.

Zhang Chunjun looked at the crying little Lori with a sad face, and wanted to speak comfortably several times, but he was speechless.

Luo Qi listened to Chen Qian's cry full of sadness, and felt like an extremely sharp knife, slashing into the deepest part of her soul at once.

The pain is indescribable.

"How?"

"Just cremated me like that? You're really right about me. ”

The voice that came from behind him was full of disdain and contempt.

Standing behind Luo Qi, only Luo Qi could see He Shiyun's pretty face, showing obvious disdain.

"I can't afford to die."

Shut up.

“。”

Luo Qi turned his head slightly and glanced at He Shiyun behind him out of the corner of his eye, he wanted to scold him, but when the words reached his mouth, he swallowed them into his stomach.

He turned his head and continued to look into the grave, but all he could see was pale ashes.

At that moment, he had the urge to turn his head again, but he eventually resisted it.

Then, Luo Qi, Li Yuangang, Zheng Yimao, Du Li, Xu Ruoyu, Yu Tong, and Kui Yuan stepped forward one after another, picked up the clean porcelain cup, and began to collect the ashes.

Seven people put the ashes into a porcelain cup.

Li Yuangang drove the heat flow in his body, moved countless stones, and buried the porcelain cup filled with ashes.

He arranged two stones and erected them in front of the three piles of tombs.

After the stele was erected, Luo Qi wrote the inscription with a flame blade.

After the tomb was erected, Chen Qian had already fainted from crying.

He Shiyun's death compared to Xu Shi, Xu Deyang and Xu Mengtang's deaths, obviously hit Chen Qian harder.

In fact, He Shiyun's position in Chen Qian's heart is irreplaceable.

For Chen Qian, He Shiyun is not only her sister, but also her only relative.

Therefore, He Shiyun's death is really cruel to Chen Qian.

Walking in front of Zhang Chunjun, who was holding Chen Qian, looking at Chen Qian, who was kneeling on his knees, but leaning his whole body on the old man's arms, Chen Qian, who was already unconscious, Luo Qi squatted down with a worried face, and carefully looked at Chen Qian's face.

Luo Qi frowned slightly, and was about to say something to Zhang Chunjun, who was hugging Chen Qian, when he heard a sudden sound of smashing his mouth behind him.

"Tut~~."

He Shiyun, who was standing behind Luo Qi, suddenly bent down, put her face to Luo Qi's face, and while looking at the unconscious Chen Qian, she said in a somewhat pleasant tone: "My sister and I look a little similar." ”

"But she's so good, I'm dead, she's just one left."

"But you're glad you are, because you can take advantage of it, right?"