Chapter 105

Rain Hua la la under, between the world a dark.

A large group of people stood in the open space in front of the tavern door, the sound of breathing was covered by the sound of rain beating on the umbrella.

Li Yao looked at the street curiously,

the street was empty.

Even in rainy days, Gulou Road, as a relatively prosperous street, should always have some vehicles passing by. How come there is no car today?

It seems to see Li Yao's doubts,

Lu Xingshen explained: "we and the above application, sealed a road for travel."

OK,

now Li Yao realized what the privileged class is.

soon,

as like as two peas in a big black Cherokee, the brakes broke down at the bar gate, and then the more than 20 large Cherokees, which were exactly the same, with the license plates covered.

After a short pause,

the drivers in the driver's seat carry umbrellas to the left side of the vehicle and open the doors in turn.

They are all ordinary people,

but they are uniform, well-trained and show extraordinary military accomplishment.

Lu Xingshen saluted those people: "hard work."

Those people nodded to all the people present, as if to say:

not hard.

Lu Xingshen ordered: "get on the bus."

So people on the wall felt that they were in groups and got on the bus in turn.

Chen Xi and Li Yao,

were carried by Lu Xingshen.

In this way,

the dark and silent motorcade acts on the road with no vehicles. The crashing rain curtain and rolling clouds are all mourning for the dead heroes.

The motorcade went around Zijin Mountain and came to some place behind Zijin Mountain.

Here is fenced off to show that no one is allowed to enter. Although Li Yao had been in the provincial capital for several years, he did not know where it was.

As the vehicles moved in,

a manor appeared in the wild mountains.

When the motorcade stopped, Lu Xingshen got off the bus, and the people on the wall in the rear got off the bus and spontaneously formed two lines. Lu Xingshen stood in front of the two lines with a dignified and complicated look.

"Go in."

He said, and went into the hall of the manor.

The manor in the barren mountains is very clean. It is obvious that people often clean the manor, but the desolate breath permeates every corner, as if there are wisps of Yin gas seeping out from the cracks of the doors and bricks.

When Lu Xingshen and Lu Xingshen walked into the hall,

an old man came out of the hall. He bent his waist, his eyes were muddy, and he held a bunch of keys in his hand. When he saw Lu Xingshen's bow salute, he said, "please follow me."

The hoarse and ugly voice was like two pieces of rusty iron scraping each other,

Li Yao looked at it intently and found that there was a long and big ferocious scar on the old man's throat.

Lu Xingshen followed the old man into the inner hall,

there are a lot of Lingpai, one after another, burning quietly.

Is this the soul hall?

Lu Xingshen, with the crowd, saluted the stacked tokens, and then retreated to one side. After his death, Zhou Li Qiqi and others came forward to offer incense and salute. The whole process was silent.

When all the people on the wall finished the incense,

Lu Xingshen said to Zhou Li, "enter the mausoleum."

Zhou Li nodded his head,

called on Zhao Shuishui to enter the side room, and soon came out carrying a black iron box.

They carried the box,

as if they were carrying a coffin, and their hands were as steady as iron.

Then, Lu Xingshen came to the table where the seats were placed. His spiritual power surged into the censer, and then twisted it to the right.

The thumping sound was heard,

the Blackstone floor behind the crowd suddenly shrank and opened to both sides.

A dark tunnel appeared there.

Li Yao looked inside. He could see the light of dark gold. He didn't know what it was.

Li Yao and Chen Xi followed closely, and other people swarmed in. The entrance was narrow and dark. After a few steps, it was bright and bright!

Under the ground,

is a vast and wide space, which is densely lined with Graves, and each tomb has a mask in front of its tombstone.

Zhou Li and brother Shuishui open the black iron box, and the ones lying inside are also masks.

A man in front of the wall, silently took a mask and put it in front of the newly built tombs.

There are 52 masks in total,

that is to say, fifty-two facemen died in the battle.

When the mask returned to its place,

Lu Xingshen took a bowl of wine from Zhou Li's hand. He raised the bowl over his brow, then bowed deeply and spilled the wine on the ground."Dear souls, rest in peace."

After Lu Xingshen finished,

the rest of the people on the wall also saluted:

"Dear heroes, please rest in peace."

At the end of the ceremony,

Lu Xingshen handed the wine bowl to Zhou Li, and the people put all kinds of things in one place. The old man with a bent waist appeared in silence and took them away and put them away.

Then,

Lu Xingshen asked, "who's going to sing the soul song?"

Perhaps because of the ceremony, old man Lu's tone was much more relaxed.

The comrades who died in the war have already gone home,

all that is left is to sing a song to send them on another journey.

They are face wall people,

when they join the organization, they know that face wall people rarely die well.

Therefore, they are open-minded,

also believe in having fun in time.

It's natural to be more solemn to send them to the mausoleum, but since they all go home, the big guy will be more relaxed.

Therefore,

a man on the wall said with a smile: "Liu Qingshan, the best singer, has been lying in himself."

Then someone said, "the brothers below are blessed. Lao Liu's Yingling song is really authentic."

The crowd laughed in a low voice.

Lu Xingshen also said with a smile: "don't be poor, who will sing."

"I'll do it!"

He was a dark and strong man with a figure as big as a horizontal steel pier. The man came to the front of the team and cleared his throat. Then the Qin opera was like a sword, a gun and a horse. It was high and vigorous!

If God tiger roars the wind, vigorous and strong!

"The lights of the long night's battle are gone!

How many corpses are wrapped in horse leather,

don't lament, in the cup of fame and fortune,

and come again, the night rain in the river and lake has been a lamp for ten years... "

The man sang, and someone sang with him:

"I and paoze are all in the same place to repair their armour.

How can we be afraid? How about ghosts and monsters

with the sword in hand, the sky and earth will be clear and bright... "

The lead singer's voice turned, still more and more deep, but became desolate and solemn!

"It's just that after looking back,

there are still a few colleagues around me,

laughing, the knife and crossbow are on the side of the body,

rolling their heads and paving the road!

Good man, don't say that there is no bosom friend in the future... "

At the end of the day, all the people, together with old man Lu, roared with exhaustion:

"the world's vulgars sing together!"

The world's vulgars sing together,

this life is a robe and a soul of China!

Li Yao can't sing a song of heroism. He can only listen in silence.

The stirring Qin opera seems to resonate with his soul, and the blood slowly comes up from the bottom of his heart, as if to ignite him, and the whole thing boils up.

He took a deep breath,

and lowered his eyes to suppress all the palpitations.

Old man Lu turned around: "OK, go back."

People swarmed out of the wall like a black wave.

Outside the lobby,

the sky is not sure when it will clear up, and a ray of golden light shines out from behind the cloudy clouds, making the sky clear and bright,

the mountains and rivers are magnificent!

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