Three days later, according to the customs of Guigu, Lu Li should be buried in the back mountain of Guigu.
Because that's where the legendary masters Guiguzi are buried!
But the remains of Lu Fusheng and Lu Li have both disappeared without a trace.
The entire Ghost Valley was in chaos, with many people searching for Lu Li's whereabouts, but there was no trace of him.
Meanwhile, Lu Fusheng, carrying Lu Li's coffin, had arrived at the refugee village where Xiao Lu'er was buried.
Zhao Gao was already waiting there, because Lu Fusheng had only informed him and had not told anyone else.
He understood Lu Li and knew that he didn't want to be buried in the back mountain of Ghost Valley.
Lu Fusheng gently stroked Lu Li's cheek and whispered, "Brother Lu, let's go home."
This is where Little Deer is buried, and it is also Lu Li's home since he transmigrated here.
Lu Fusheng could never forget the first time he met Lu Li.
Years ago, Lu Li gave her a chestnut cake and told her mother that as long as Lu Li was alive, she would not die.
Later, he bestowed upon her the surname Lu and gave her the name Fusheng.
Lu Li initially adopted eleven children, making twelve in total, including herself.
But only she, Lu Fusheng, was given a name. Now, with the passage of time, only he and Chu Jiu remain.
"Brother Lu..." Lu Fusheng called softly.
Lu Fusheng looked up at the bright moon in the sky, a gentle smile appearing in his eyes: "Brother Lu, I have lived a good life these years because of you."
"I am no longer afraid of the dark and loneliness, because you are with me..."
"Brother Lu, if I had the chance, I really wish I could stay by your side forever, even if I could only look at you, hear your voice, and feel your presence, I would be content."
"Brother Lu, I really love you so much! So much!"
Lu Fusheng gazed affectionately at Lu Li's coffin, tears slowly sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the coffin lid.
Her heart was filled with sadness and helplessness.
Lu Fusheng wiped away the tears on his face and personally buried Lu Li's coffin.
For the next few days, she sat in front of Lu Li's grave, keeping watch without saying a word.
She didn't know how she got through it; all she knew was that her life had lost its meaning ever since Lu Li left.
Lu Li left, taking her life with him.
Her world collapsed in that instant.
She dared not recall the past, nor did she want to touch her wounds; she was like a walking corpse.
She sat by the grave every day, as if in this way, Lu Li would never leave.
Chu Jiu stood beside Lu Fusheng, quietly watching her, feeling an indescribable bitterness in her heart.
Lu Fusheng must be in a lot of pain.
She had never seen Lu Fusheng so fragile, as if he would collapse at the slightest breeze, like a delicate porcelain doll.
He gently patted Lu Fusheng's shoulder and placed the prepared food in front of her.
"Ah...ahhh!"
Zhao Gao pointed to the food, indicating that Lu Fusheng should eat something.
Lu Fusheng seemed not to hear Zhao Gao's voice at all, and remained sitting there motionless.
"Ah, ahhh..." Zhao Gao was getting a little anxious.
Lu Fusheng remained silent, as if he couldn't hear him at all.
Zhao Gao shook his head helplessly, sighed, and then turned and left.
He couldn't bear to see Lu Fusheng like this, and even more so, he couldn't bear to see Lu Fusheng become like this because of Lu Li's departure.
He didn't know how to persuade Lu Fusheng, so he could only choose to leave temporarily.
But he had only taken two steps when Lu Fusheng suddenly shouted, "Chu Jiu..."
Zhao Gao paused, slowly turned around, and looked at Lu Fusheng with a somewhat pale face.
Lu Fusheng's expression was extremely sad, and tears streamed down his face.
Zhao Gao frowned slightly, then slowly approached.
He knelt down and took Lu Fusheng's hands in his.
Lu Fusheng bit his lip tightly, his voice trembling, "Chu Jiu, I'm sorry!"
Her tears slid down her cheeks one after another, dripping onto Zhao Gao's hand.
Zhao Gao was slightly taken aback. He didn't know what had happened or why Lu Fusheng would suddenly apologize to him.
"Chu Jiu, I didn't mean to abandon you, it's just that I really have no choice..." Lu Fusheng choked up.
Zhao Gao's heart sank suddenly, as if he realized something. He shook his head frantically, his voice trembling, "Ah, ah ah..."
She closed her eyes tightly, and tears slid down her cheeks.
"Ninth day... Live well, you must live well."
Lu Fusheng gently touched Zhao Gao's cheek, then without hesitation rammed his head against Lu Li's tombstone.
With a loud bang, Lu Fusheng's head was smashed open, and blood splattered everywhere.
"ah...!!!"
When Zhao Gao saw Lu Fusheng's face covered in blood, he was immediately panicked.
His tongue had been cut out by Shusun Tong, and he had a thousand words he wanted to say, but he couldn't say anything.
"Ah! Ah!"
Zhao Gao knelt on the ground, howling in anguish, tears streaming down his face like a broken string of pearls.
"Ah...ah!"
Zhao Gao held Lu Fusheng's body, pounding his chest violently. Tears and snot mingled as he sobbed uncontrollably, his eyes bloodshot and his face contorted in pain.
From then on, the number of graves here increased from one to three.
Zhao Gao, on the other hand, stayed in the refugee village and guarded their graves.
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