"It's annoying. You know, you've done the biggest wrong thing in your life, even if you haven't done anything yet. It's useless for us to forgive you. Can you forgive yourself?"

“…Fuck you…”

Si La Si La smiled with a smug look on his face. He placed the precious map in the safest place and kept it close to his body. A few bloodstains appeared on the gravel pile, but disappeared after being washed away by the river water.

Meng was tired of listening to the requiem sung by Si La Si La's mouth beside his ear. He felt only resistance in his heart, powerless to refuse, but he had no right to choose. The strange voice of Si La Si La continued.

With such a voice, Meng Fanle felt that his soul had really floated to the sky. He saw Banxianer carrying him on his back, and watched Si La Si La shamelessly singing an unknown and strange song beside his drooping head.

He also saw many brothers who died in the day and night at Nantianmen, colleagues he had met and even colleagues he had never met. He had never felt his eyes so clear before. Then he saw the army of undead grabbing the edge of Banxian'er's clothes. He could not describe his inner feelings at seeing this scene. He just breathed a sigh of relief. There were tens of thousands of them, and he couldn't count them, nor could he recognize them. The guys numbly grabbed that small edge of clothes. He finally understood why Banxian'er was sometimes even crazier than their leader.

Their leader could only see the souls of the dead, but Banxian'er was being begged by the dead, and he didn't know if he would be one of them who begged as well.

He just watched the bullets flying from the east and west banks piercing through his rising soul. He saw the giant tree on the South Gate of Heaven, the sacred tree, the sacred mountain, the sacred stone, and the sacred river. Two half-alive guys carried a half-dead guy on their backs and climbed back from the west bank to the east bank, the Flag Sacrifice Slope, theirs.

Shuoyu and Silasila took turns carrying Fanla on their backs. They crawled all the way from the first line of defense on the west bank, across the Nujiang River, and reached the east bank where they had come from. It took the three of them a whole day. When the east and west banks were quiet again, the three heads broke out of the water and lay on the mud on the east bank, gasping for breath.

For the last stretch of the journey, Shuo Yu was alone, carrying one on his back and pulling another with his hands, dragging them step by step back to their base at the foot of the mountain.

Dinner time had long passed, and he collapsed exhausted on the large open space. Looking at the crowd of people surrounding him, he didn't even have the energy to speak, and could only shout,

"Dad, Dad—"

He watched as Old Man Hao got rid of Fanla and Sila, picked up the completely damaged British sniper rifle that he used as a crutch, smiled, stood up shakily, declined the help of others, and returned to his cave little by little, a crowded cave filled with all kinds of things.

He fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Maodou leaned his chubby body against his friend and family member, licking his fur.

"Meow~ (Human, you're finally back.)"

"Well, I'm back. Thank you for helping me look after the house during this period~"

"Meow~ (Human, why do you seem to be getting worse every time you come back? Is something wrong with you?)"

"Maodou, if, I mean if, if one day I disappeared and went to a very far place, would you miss me?"

"Meow~ (Human, where are you going? Can't the cat go with you?)"

Shuoyu didn't say anything, just looked at Maodou who was stepping on his chest with his cat's paw and looking at him, smiled helplessly, touched the furry head, and said nothing.

The test is already going on. Right now, he is only slightly stronger than an ordinary human being, nothing more. He just wants to finish what he wants to do before leaving.

For example, she would eat some dumplings cooked with pickled cabbage and fat, which was her grandmother’s specialty in her previous life and her favorite dish.

After resting for a few hours, Shuo Yu rushed to a place deep in the mountains and old forests before the next day. It was a place that most people could not enter. He cleared a small open space and looked at the palm of his left hand. He took out the long wind and cut it upwards. Bright red blood flowed out and dripped down.

"Hiss—hurry up."

Shuo Yu used his finger to dip in blood and drew a mobile magic circle. The destination he set was to take him to find authentic Northeastern pickled vegetables. Simply put, if he activated this magic circle, he would be able to go to the Northeast to buy pickled vegetables in a short while. However, his blood could only keep the magic circle activated once. If he wanted to come back again, he had to cut his palm again.

After finally finishing it, Shuoyu stood up and looked to see if there was anything missing. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his palm.

"I don't remember it hurting this much before, do I?"

In order to avoid waste, Shuo Yu looked at the palm of his left hand, stuck out his tongue and swallowed the undried blood on it. Just as he stood in the center and activated the magic circle, a gray figure suddenly shot into his arms, and before he could react, he was teleported to the northeast with him.

An unknown bird from the jungle on the edge of Yunnan landed on the spot where Shuoyu had just stood, jumping back and forth. But there was nothing there now, only green grass that had grown in the blink of an eye, covering the ground, and small, delicate yellow flowers swaying in the mountain wind.

The dead limbs on the Jiqipo battlefield were wrapped in white bandages and laid on the bed. Not far from him, on another bed, lay Fanla, who had fainted and had not yet woken up. Only two healed bullet holes remained on his left shoulder, and new pink and white flesh was slowly growing there.

On the other side, Shuoyu and the little one in his arms fell directly from the sky into a large snowdrift. He quickly hugged the little one in his arms tightly, curled up, and fell freely between the branches. Finally, with a thud, he landed in the thick snow.

The heavy snow up to his knees made him shiver unexpectedly, and even his words were covered with white steam. The familiar cold, the cold wind that could cut a person into pieces, made him shiver while holding the edamame in his arms.

Although he had dressed in advance, he still forgot how cold the winter in Northeast China was. Looking around, he saw a vast expanse of white. There was nothing but large trees covered in thick white clothes and the endless snowfield. There was no trace of human habitation at all. He touched his head and tightened his clothes.

"...Where did his father get me?!"