The summer rain was pouring and the night was dark.

When the rain envelops the mountains in the northern part of Liaodong Province, it becomes even more ferocious.

There is an abrupt subsidence gap in the undulating mountain, as if the mountain that originally stood here has been cut off, and the majestic peak at the top has been smoothed out, leaving only a low, barren mountain with no grass to grow.

Although many years have passed, the barren mountain is still full of signs of collapse, littered with crumbling rubble and potholes formed after the explosion. The loose floating soil collects into the rainwater to form a turbid current that washes down the mountain, making the already fragmented road up the mountain even more difficult.

But if there are outsiders present at this moment, they will be surprised to find that a group of people in solemn black clothes are silently climbing the mountain in the heavy rain.

Someone opened the mountain with a knife to break the road, clearing the obstacles for the coffin-bearer walking in the center of the procession, and cutting a smooth road.

The young Taoist priest who fell at the back of the team pursed his lips and was silent, and the charming Buddha girl did not dare to chant the scriptures.

All the excesses of chanting are not worthy of disturbing the purity of the person in the coffin at this time.

At the top of the nearly flattened hill, a small tree no taller than a foot tall struck in the wind and rain, its roots spreading tenaciously along the jagged gravel ground, greedily searching for any shred of nourishment that could supply itself.

It's summer, but the still sparse and dissatisfied canopy of trees stretches out a cramped rainless place, where a rusty metal stand stands.

The unmaintained stand has long since been unable to play pictures and sounds, only a faint and broken light tube outlining a line of vague small print.

The condolence place of the ruins of the earthquake court.

The silent words mock the devastation of this place, which has been the same for decades.

Syllable.

A bony palm pressed on the standing card, slowly pulled it out inch by inch, and threw it into the night.

Li Jun put aside the iron coffin he was carrying on his shoulder, and dug a deep pit under the tree with his bare hands that was large enough to accommodate the iron coffin.

"Old man, we're here."

Li Jun, who was soaked in clothes, squatted on the edge of the pit, picked up the floating soil piled up on the side and covered the coffin, and whispered to himself.

"The environment here is not very good, you and the Lord will settle first, and when I clean up all the people who want to disturb your sleep, I will build a big tomb for you. I know that you people here may not be particular about what leaves fall back to the roots, but I am different, I am particular. ”

Li Jun grinned silently: "Don't say that I am a rigid antique, who is older than others is really not certain." When we meet again below, everyone will be open and honest, and when the time comes, you, Yan Bahuang, and Zhao Ding, I am afraid that you old men will have to stand in a row honestly, and call me a master in a proper manner. ”

As he spoke, Li Jun leaned over and carefully picked out the fine gravel and broken metal shrapnel mixed in the soil, and then slowly compacted the soil with his palm.

After taking the bottle of Jiannan Roasted Spring handed by Xie Bi'an behind him, Li Jun unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured the wine in front of the grave.

"You're just going to sleep here, and you don't have to worry about anything else. I've got it all arranged. ”

"Qi Qi, Leopard Tail and Old Ghost have taken people to different provinces, and sent the bereavement and yellow sorghum dreams of the brothers who died in the war back to their hometowns and handed them over to their families with their own hands. These dreams were all made by bustard ghosts according to their last wishes, and the host was on Yuan Mingfei's body, and the realism and timeline were very good, enough for them to live happily in it. Some brothers who didn't have time to upload their consciousness, I will also send their ashes home. ”

"As for the living, some of them are tired of holding knives and want to live in peace, so I gave them a sum of money so that everyone could gather and disperse. There are still some people who can't swallow this breath and are reluctant to let go of the knife handle, and I will take care of them. ”

"You told me before that you would help these brothers on horses and send them away, and I always remember this sentence very clearly, and I will do these things properly."

Droplets of water fell from the cracks in the canopy and seeped into the mud floor in front of the grave along with the dripping wine.

Li Jun chattered: "I drove Zhao Qingxia back to the Eastern Branch, this kid is still yelling and doesn't want to go, there is no way, I can only let Mo Qi Whale forcibly tie him back." We have taken their love for the affairs of the Japanese district, and I have made a note of this in my heart, but don't involve others in the next thing, right? ”

"Oh, by the way, there's something I need to tell you. You have two brothers and sisters, Shouyu and Changjun, and they have also decided to break away from the Moment Hall. Mo Riding Whale originally wanted to do the same, but unfortunately he couldn't let go of his teacher now, and said that he would help you take revenge after he helped the teacher clear the entire Eastern Branch. ”

Li Jun's voice paused, as if he remembered something, and suddenly smiled: "I know you guys are bored down there, don't worry, I'll send someone down to accompany you soon." ”

"The New Donglin Party, Longhu Mountain, Qingcheng Mountain, Sangyan Temple, Liutao Group, Juzitang Central Branch, but anyone who has participated in the incident in the Wa District, I will settle the accounts with them one by one, not a single word can be wrong, and no one can let go!"

Three lit paper cigarettes lay upside down and stuck side by side into the dirt.

"That day, you told me that the sky would be high and the birds would fly, let me take a good look at this Ming Empire. It's a pity that I'm too shallow, and now those people are in front of me, and I can't see anything if I don't kill them. ”

"Alright, it's time to go. When I come next time, I will bring you a few Buddha prefaces from Sangyan Temple, and let them go down and serve you well. I just don't know if you, the old man, will still have the strength to carry a gun and go into battle by then? ”

Li Jun quipped, patted the dirt on his hands, and slowly stood up.

"Brother Jun, someone went up the mountain." Xie Bi'an's deep words rang in his ears.

Li Jun turned a deaf ear and bowed to the tomb in front of him. Li Hua, who was tied in pigtails, slid down his trouser leg to the ground, blushing a small face, and banging his head heavily without sound.

It wasn't until a long time later that Li Jun slowly straightened his back and looked back sideways.

Ma Wangye, Yuan Mingfei, Chen Qisheng, Zou Sijiu, Xie Bi'an, Fan Wujiao

The crowd scattered behind him also turned back at this moment.

On the barren mountains, in the torrential rain, under the lonely trees.

One after another, either indifferent or ferocious, eyes fell on the leader, like mountains pressing down, making it difficult for him to move.

The man hid the horror in the depths of his eyes, a solemn expression on his face, and clenched his fists.

"Sect Wuxu Jiang Wei, on behalf of the family teacher, is here to mourn Lord Su Xiong."

The movements of several people who came with him were uniform, and they shouted loudly: "Su Xiong Lord through the ages!" ”

The wind and rain are dark, and the voices are boiling.

Li Hua, who was kneeling on the ground, appeared on Li Jun's shoulder, with one hand on his waist and the other hand pointing at the other party.

"A group of sloppy turtle sons!"

(End of chapter)