In the lower left corner of the board, the words "Sichuan Army Corps" were closely attached to the words "Hao Xichuan".
The whole ceremony was quite simple, but all the surviving guys in the shelter came, which was considered to give the old man some face. If he was watching from some unknown corner of the sky at this moment,
Shuo Yu looked up at the sky, but he saw nothing except the floating white clouds, even though he really wanted to see something.
He knelt in front of the old man, looked at the wooden tombstone, and kowtowed three times, one to his father. He said,
"I'm not a doctor. I can neither heal nor save lives. Why can't you stay a little longer and teach me? If I kill all your wounded, you won't come to my dreams and curse me in the middle of the night, right? I'm really curious about how people curse in Xi'an dialect..."
Standing on his left and right were their team leader and Fanla. Fanla had a mourning cloth on his head that Shuoyu had pulled off, which looked a bit ugly, and the white cloth kept falling down, trying to cover his ugly face.
Si La wore his own helmet on his head with a serious expression. He had always been a guy who treated the dead more respectfully than the living. He said nothing, yet it seemed as if he had said everything.
The Death Star waved the paper money he had found from somewhere in his hand. After throwing two handfuls, it was gone, which actually added a bit of desolate atmosphere.
He didn't know who was holding his head, and the fluttering dandruff was blown away by the wind and floated in front of Shuo Yu's eyes. He put the can of beef in front of the old man's wooden sign, hoping that he would take it with him when he left, so that at least he wouldn't go hungry.
The small fire was burning, and the green smoke slowly floated upwards, then disappeared in mid-air.
Most of the guys wanted to burn something, but they had nothing on them in the first place. Death was a very common thing for them, but the person who died today was very special. He was the only doctor among them. Although this doctor had never cured anyone, he was a veterinarian who could treat wounds so inflamed that the patient could not get out of bed, but he was still a doctor.
Shuo Yu wanted everyone to say something to the old man, but most people just looked at the ink words on the wooden sign in silence. Collins stole some wine from Master Mai and came here to join in the fun. He poured it in front of the veterinarian's grave, but as soon as he took a sip, he was spotted by Milong, who started to snatch it away.
Shuo Yu wanted to make this simple ceremony as complete as possible, and he muttered the words that veterinarians often recite to the dead, hoping that the old man could follow the yellow earth tune that he was familiar with all the way home and not get lost.
He held the heavy box in his hands and spoke like a monk chanting.
"On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the temple gates are open. The Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Guards stand in two rows. The King of Hell sits on the platform. Ghosts, big and small, are not allowed to enter~!"
"Don't come in! Don't come in!"
The ceremony was simple. This kind of thing was usually performed by the living for the living. He didn't know if the dead could see it or not. When it was all over, he didn't know how much time had passed. Shuoyu didn't have a watch on his wrist. When they returned to the temporary base at the foot of the mountain, Gourou was still circling around with his brothers. Shuoyu and Fanla stood together. His little dirty hands kept wanting to touch the photo on the box in Shuoyu's arms.
But it never succeeded.
Shuo Yu looked at Si La who was spinning around in front of him, and called Gou Rou to come over. Gou Rou really came over and licked his palm obediently. He wanted to ask him if there was anything he needed.
He looked at their leader who came with Gou Rou. Fanla had made up his mind, so there was nothing for him to hesitate about. He didn't have much ability. He had been on the run for ten thousand years, and now he didn't want to hide anymore. Fanla said it well, it's only natural to pay back debts, and there's no way to avoid it.
He looked at Si La Si La's face, which was shining with light and would always smile, and held the wooden box in his arms, which was still warm.
"Captain, take us there. Let's go and pay off our debts. What they owe us, what we owe others, it doesn't matter. Just take us there."
"ah?"
Si La Si La looked confused. He squinted his eyes and looked at Banxianer, then looked at Fanla, wanting his adjutant to translate for him what nonsense Banxianer was talking about. Was he sick again?
Meng Fanle looked at the small photo on the box, and then looked at Banxian'er who had a calm face. He didn't expect Banxian'er to speak at this time.
But there is never a good time in this world. When you want to speak is your good time.
Meng Fanle looked at Silasila pretending to be stupid. He believed that their crazy leader understood what Banxianer said, but he still wanted to ask him. He rolled his eyes at him.
"What are you talking about? Banxian'er means, take us to death, we are willing to follow you to death, the people who died on the other side told me to call me! I said okay! No matter what you want to do, we will follow you, take us to the South Heaven Gate."
Si La Si La glanced suspiciously at Fan La who was speaking, touched his chin with his hand, and thought, the expression on his face became strange and vivid, as if something that had been gradually lost from him in the past few days had returned to him at this moment.
Their leader turned around and around, but there was no Dog Meat in front of him. Dashan grabbed the corner of Shuoyu's clothes and looked at the guy who was trying to make himself dizzy.
Si La Si La wanted to say something, but he just opened his mouth, revealing his scarlet tongue, and said nothing. He closed his mouth again. He looked at Banxianer who was holding the urn with a calm face. He didn't understand what these two guys were doing here. A few days ago on the streets of Zenda, it was these two people who told him not to say anything, but they came again and told him seriously that he should do what he should do.
Because it's right, simple as that.
Now the three of them were at the end of this sparse team. There were only three of them left here. They were still some distance away from the temporary base at the foot of the mountain.
Shuo Yu simply stopped moving, and the other two also stopped and looked at him. He looked at him and repeated "die, die". It felt so beautiful when he said it. He thought he should have said it earlier, he should have understood it earlier.
"Captain, let's fight. Take us to Nantianmen again. Do what we should do. Do what you think is right. Doing the right thing is important, isn't it?"
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