"Why don't I see anything?"
"You idiot! There's nothing in the sky anyway, right, Captain~!"
"Bullshit! You blind idiots! The living are here, the dead are in heaven. Those who died today are all floating in the sky, their souls are all floating around. Didn't you see it?"
Shuo Yu also looked up at the sky, but he saw nothing except the thick clouds and the occasional glimmer of light coming through the gaps.
He secretly got together with the veterinarian and fed him the crumbs of biscuits that were not too broken. Meng Fanle never believed the bullshit their leader said. It was all a lie. If it was Shuo Yu, he would still believe it a little, but he would doubt every word this fake leader said, wondering if he was lying to them.
"Life is a series of unfinished ambitions. We all have goals at the beginning, and we all want to do something, but we never succeed. Then we say, let's change our goals, and then we fail again. After changing our goals over and over again, our goals become lower and lower, but in the end we look back and find that we still haven't accomplished anything. This is us."
His voice echoed in the valley, and everyone heard what he said. The captain's words always touch the saddest part of your heart. What should you do if you don't want to do what he said? It's simple, just do it with him.
Milong couldn't hold it in any longer and started to kick his legs. The whole night of fleeing may have finally reminded him of his eleven-year-long defeat. His blackened face really became the donkey face in the captain's mouth. When he pulled it, it was full of sorrow and helpless despair.
"Why are you so annoying? You're playing tricks on me, but you don't act like one at all. We have people here who specialize in this job, so it's not your turn!"
Then, without even turning his head, Long Wenjian threw a piece of dirt at his donkey face. The aim was so accurate that you would really suspect that he had a pair of eyes on his back.
"Hey, hey! The dead man has something to tell you!"
His posture made Shuo Yu doubt whether he had become a fake immortal, because he really didn't see anything.
"The British devils, the British devils say they died of narrow-mindedness and arrogance. The Chinese devils, that's us, look at him, Chinese devils! The Chinese devils say they died of resignation and carelessness."
Shuo Yu followed his finger and wanted to see clearly what was going on. Mi Long was saying something dirty, but the voice was so low that only he could hear it.
Meng was annoyed and looked sideways at their leader who was starting to show off again.
Long Wenjian turned his back to all of them and made exaggerated gestures. Shuo Yu couldn't see his expression, but he knew that he was kneeling very piously.
Then he turned around and told them that all the ghosts told him that they were stupid and dead.
He continued to perform the indescribable ritual, with piety and respect, and with something else that was hard to describe. Shuo Yu looked at him silently. Meng Fanle came close to him and whispered in surprise,
"Oh, you didn't cry this time?"
"No, this is to comfort the soul. Last time he was to summon the soul. This is different." Shuo Yu didn't look at him, but just spoke calmly, his eyes always looking at the captain.
"In my opinion, it's all the same. It's all just a trick to fool fools."
"Don't say that. At least he rescued us all."
"Yes, he rescued us all..."
Fanla closed his mouth briefly again and watched with Shuoyu. They watched for as long as their leader had been in office. Shuoyu realized later that this was not only about comforting the souls of the dead, but also the souls of the living.
The jungles of Myanmar will devour the bodies of everyone who dies here. Just as their leader said, the only thing that can be used to identify them is the piece of cloth wrapped around their bodies.
Grass will grow out of them, just like covering the earth,
"Let's go! The dead are dead, and I'll take you living bitches home! Home!"
Because of the emptiness of the valley, the word "home" also resonated in their hearts. Could they really go home? How many of them would be left when they returned home?
"If you're not proactive at home, there's something wrong with your brain!"
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