The reality is cruel, and human nature is very blind. [Ran^Text^Library] []

But people are also weak.

Many things were completely out of Luo Qi's expectations.

Because of many things, Luo Qi didn't think of it.

Among them, Luo Qi himself has already established a prestige in the hearts of these survivors.

In the face of absolute power that cannot be resisted at all, it is wisest to choose to give in.

They had no choice but to give in.

Luo Qi, who had been stunned for a long time, finally withdrew the blazing flame blade in his hand speechlessly.

He tugged at the slender flame rope and turned around on the two-headed flame horse, turning his back towards the people who were kneeling on the ground.

The two-headed flame horse carried him, and with countless awe-inspiring eyes, he stepped towards the canvas tent under the dirt slope.

The morning sun shone down and reflected the thin canvas.

In a tent made of canvas, the ground is also covered with canvas.

When he found that someone was about to open the curtain of the tent, He Shiyun, who was sitting cross-legged at the door of the tent, reached out and picked up the dagger on the ground.

The three people beside her all hid behind her.

Also staying in that tent, the only two adult men, Hao Hao and Zheng Yimao, both holding a sharpened wooden stick and Xu Mengtang and Xu Deyang, who were also holding wooden sticks, stood behind He Shiyun.

Li Yuangang, who was unconscious, Zhang Chunjun, who had a stiff expression and blank eyes, and Wu Jin's body, which was already a little stinky, were all lying behind several people, lying in the center of the tent.

The curtain of the tent was lifted.

Seeing Luo Qi standing at the door of the tent, everyone in the tent who was already nervous was all stunned at that moment.

"Meow!"

The white cat screamed, jumped down He Shiyun's knee, and ran in front of Luo Qi.

It stretched out its head suspiciously and sniffed at Luo Qi's body, then suddenly jumped back in front of He Shiyun vigilantly, and quickly arched its body.

I saw all the hairs on the white cat's back, each of which stood up like a steel needle to the sky.

"Huh?"

Looking at the white cat's vigilant demeanor, He Shiyun's heart that had just been put down immediately rose again.

She regained her grip on the dagger in her hand.

"Wang!"

A dog barking suddenly sounded from behind Luo Qi.

The dog, who was dark, jumped out from behind Luo Qi.

"Wang! Woof! ~~”

"Meow! Meow! ~~”

The dog baby ran to Luo Qi's side, arched her body like a white cat, and barked at the white cat a few times.

A dog and a cat confronted each other between Luo Qi and He Shiyun

At noon, the sun is high.

Thin canvas, very hot in the sun.

In the canvas tent, the air became unusually hot.

The heat flow in Luo Qi's body is constantly running, constantly removing the heat that invades the body.

He stood quietly beside Wu Jin's corpse, silently looking at the face that had already appeared corpse spots, without the slightest bit of anger.

He seemed to want to say something, as if a thousand words came to his lips, but he was never speechless.

Xu Shi picked up a hoe, lifted the curtain of the tent door, and walked to Luo Qi's side.

He stood beside Luo Qi, looked at Luo Qi's side face again, was silent for a while, and then said, "Little brother." ”

"It's all done."

Hearing this, Luo Qi turned his head and glanced at Xu Shi, then turned his head again, faced Wu Jin, and said, "Got it." ”

"Get out there and get everyone ready."

Hearing this, Xu Shi nodded silently, then turned around with a hoe and walked out of the tent.

When Xu Shi had already walked away, Luo Qi sighed slightly, and then walked to Wu Jin's side.

Luo Qi first found a quilt cloth to remove cotton wool, then squatted down and covered the cloth on Wu Jin's body.

He picked up Wu Jin, who was covered with a quilt, from the ground.

He hugged Wu Jin, looked at Zhang Chunjun and Li Yuangang who were unconscious on the ground next to him, with a stiff expression, and then turned around.

"Headmaster."

"Today, I'm going to bury Mr. Wu."

"Come out and take a look, if you don't send the teacher on the last journey, the teacher will definitely be a pity if he is in the spirit of heaven."

After speaking, Luo Qi slightly turned his head and glanced at Zhang Chunjun who was lying on the ground with a stiff face behind him.

He waited for a while, but he never saw anything unusual on Zhang Chunjun's old face, so he could only sigh helplessly, and then turned around and walked to the door of the tent.

He walked out of the tent and walked to the pit dug by Ouyang Ke, Xu Shi, and Hao Hao.

He Shiyun, Chen Qian, Ouyang Ke, Xu Shi, Hao Hao, Xu Ruoyu, Du Li, Xu Mengtang, Xu Deyang, Zheng Yimao and Yu Tong have already stood by the pit.

They are all waiting for Luo Qi.

They are all waiting for Wu Jin.

Wu Jin's corpse, which was covered by the cloth, was carefully placed by Luo Qi and lightly placed next to the not deep pit.

Ouyang Ke and Xu Shi placed the mats that had been prepared long ago at the bottom of the pit.

The roll of mats is made of bamboo strips, and the surface of each bamboo strip has been carefully wiped, and there is not a trace of dust on it, and it is very clean.

Luo Qi put Wu Jin firmly on the mat, and wrapped Wu Jin's body with the mat before turning around and walking out of the pit.

"Teacher, don't blame."

Luo Qi stood on the edge of the pit, looked down at the roll of the mat, and said in an unusually low voice: "Time is pressing, and I can't find the real coffin." ”

"I've thought about it for a long time."

"Decided to cremate you."

Luo Qi turned her head to look at He Shiyun, who was holding a white porcelain altar in her hand.

The surface of the porcelain altar was also wiped clean.

He Shiyun nodded solemnly towards Luo Qi.

Luo Qi looked back at the roll of cool mats in the dirt pit, and was silent for a long time before raising his right hand.

"Whew!"

The red flame wrapped around Luo Qi's palm, and quickly rushed out of Luo Qi's palm, instantly cutting through the air.

The red flame, which hit the mat in the pit, then spread rapidly, covering the mat and the corpses in the mat in an instant.

The high temperature in the flames only lasted for a moment, and Wu Jin's body was burned into white ashes.

After doing all this, Luo Qiwei closed her eyes and raised her head.

He Shiyun took the porcelain altar, led the others to the bottom of the pit, and began to collect Wu Jin's ashes.

The porcelain altar was quickly half filled.

Luo Qi faced the sky, and his face showed a thick sadness, like a mist frozen in the mountains, which could not be dissolved for a long time.

Behind him, there was a sudden sound of slight footsteps.

Luo Qi opened his eyes slightly, but did not turn his head.

He knew very well who the person who was coming over was it.

He also knew what the people who came over wanted to do.

"Little Wu."

The extremely weak voice made He Shiyun and the others, who were collecting the ashes, stop their movements.

They all looked at the place where the sound came from, and they all saw Zhang Chunjun with a sad face, and walked to the edge of the pit with vain steps.

The old man's eyes were fixed on the white porcelain altar that was about to be filled at the bottom of the pit.

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