My generation is the Five Elements of Wushan Mountain

Chapter 12 Burial, Tomb of Clothes

Shi Zhihuoyuan tugged at his senior brother's arm nervously, but Yu Baizhi just shook his head, not disturbing the boy in front of him.

Early in the morning, I didn't know Huoyuan woke up and found that I didn't know when I was lying on the bed, and the senior brother who should have been lying on the bed disappeared, so I didn't know Huoyuan hurriedly opened the door.

The scene that came into view made her stunned for a moment, and she found a thin little boy who was digging holes with his hands all by himself.

"who are you?"

Shiranuoyuan asked, but only got an almost emotionless answer.

"Wenren Zigui, I am the only survivor in this village. The brother you are looking for will be back soon."

The boy didn't stop the movement of his hands because of his words, but kept digging as if in a daze. The fine and sharp stones scratched his palms, and the dirt and dirt covered the back of his hands.

But his thin and frail body is still stubbornly upright.

"What are you doing?"

Shiranuoyuan asked, she was a little worried that this child might be because everyone in the village died and wanted to go to hell together.

Wen Renzigui froze, turned his head, and glanced at Shiranuoyuan with an expression of looking at a fool.

"I'm digging a hole, isn't that obvious?"

"What are you digging for? Even if you are the only one left in the village, don't give up your hope of living and seek death."

Shi Zhihuoyuan sincerely held Wen Ren Zigui's hand, but was mercilessly thrown away by Wen Ren Zigui, who looked disgusted.

"Don't touch me! What if you infect me with the disease in your head! A man will not want to give up on himself just because his relatives died!"

"Then why are you digging a hole?"

Wen Zigui's eyes widened in anger.

"You are annoying!"

It was only then that Huoyuan saw that there were two dry and deep tear stains on Wenren Zigui's face, his eyes were swollen from crying, bloodshot eyes were finely visible.

He is like a little beast, the only way to survive in the wild is to pretend and endure, and there is something buried in his eyes.

The same thing as my brother's eyes...

That's the seed of hate...

A lot of things fell out of his pockets, but before Zhihuoyuan could see clearly, Wenren Zigui picked them up carefully and put them in his arms.

Wen Renzigui glared at Shizhihuoyuan, seeing that Shizhihuoyuan didn't speak any more, he turned his head and continued digging the hole.

Yu Baizhi looked at Shiranuoyuan who was a little at a loss, and gently took her hand and dragged her aside.

"Brother..."

"I heard it all."

Yu Baizhi sighed, raised his head slightly, and just stayed there, as if he was a statue.

"This is his business, we don't want to interfere. Since you and I have experienced this kind of thing, we should know that now is the most dangerous time for him."

"This child is not young anymore, even older than me. Don't worry, since I was fine at that time, it is even less likely that he will be fine. Trust him."

Shiranuiyuan blinked.

"But at that time, the senior brother had a master by his side."

"There are people around him now."

Yu Baizhi smiled gently.

"Is it you, brother?"

"Not just me, but others, including you."

While talking, Wenren Zigui had already dug the first hole.

He searched carefully in his arms, took out a piece of blood-stained cloth the size of a palm, solemnly put the cloth into the hole, and filled the hole.

"This is Aunt Ma's..."

"Zigui, come here! Try Aunt Ma's new clothes! Aunt Ma has been knitting for a long time, alas, this trouser leg is a bit long, Aunt Ma will take it back to mend..."

He started to dig the second hole, his face was gradually numb, there was no expression, and there was no look in his eyes.

He buried a rotten hawthorn in the pit, maybe because he didn't feel it was enough, he stuffed a few more in it.

"This is Uncle Yao's..."

"Zigui? Come, come, Uncle Wang brought you something good! Look, fresh hawthorn stubble! I just picked it from the back of the mountain today, it's good enough! Hahaha..."

The third……

"Zigui, guess what Uncle Tian brought you when he came to the city this time? You guessed right! It's persimmons! Eat it slowly, brat! No one is arguing with you! You, Brother Yang Hua, won't snatch it from you... ..."

the fourth……

"Zigui, let's go, go fish with brother! Let Aunt Zhang roast the fish tonight and let's eat together..."

the fifth……

"Zigui, go out fishing with Yumo again? Slow down, the road by the river is slippery, it's dark and there's miasma, come back soon..."

sixth……

the seventh……

…………

No.30 seven...

"This is Brother Yang Hua's..."

"Zigui, you are a little man from our Wenren family. In the future, when your brother is not by your side, you must take good care of yourself..."

After making the tombs of more than 30 people in the village with his own hands, Wenren Zigui suddenly realized that his face was covered with tears again, his hands were in pain, and the countless cuts on them had scabbed over.

"Woo..."

Wen Renzigui finally couldn't help crying loudly, he cried out angrily, he cried sadly, he cried out painfully...

He seems to have endless grievances, endless sorrow, and endless loneliness. The once familiar faces have now turned into green smoke.

Shiranuoyuan hugged him tightly, she didn't know if this could comfort the child.

"Oh I'm... oh man... I won't... oh self-defeating..."

Wen Renzi Gui's eyes were dim with tears, he just wanted a hug that could tolerate him, one hug was enough...

This embrace is really too warm, making him reluctant to let go, he is afraid that once he lets go, this hug will disappear...

"You are already a brave little man, you are very obedient and strong..."

Shiranuiyuan tried to make her tone more soft and gentle...

Boom!

A loud bang.

The chisel tooth, which was bound by five flowers, hit the ground hard. The chisel tooth struggled unceasingly, but was stunned by a slender claw.

"Wen Ren Zi Gui, look at it, it is the murderer who destroyed your life, a beast that killed 37 people in the village."

A cold and stern voice came from the mouth of the claw's owner, Suzaku's figure became slender, and the red fire feathers all over his body fluttered in the wind like burning flames, and his physique became much larger.

Noble, powerful, and arrogant.

This is what Suzaku really looks like!

"Look at it! Wen Renzi returns!"

Suzaku shouted coldly.

Wenren Zigui woke up suddenly, his eyes turned red when he saw the chisel tooth, and his anger completely suppressed his fear.

He wanted to go forward but was separated by the flames around Suzaku.

"Tell me, do you want to kill it?"

Suzaku said coldly.

"Now you control its life and death, as long as you give an order, I can kill it without hesitation!"

"Think! I want it to die! I want to use its blood to commemorate all the dead villagers!"

Wen Renzi Gui didn't even want to blurt out, he almost yelled the words.

Suzaku squinted his eyes, and his sharp claws pierced Chiseltooth's body fiercely like a sharp knife.

"So, the next question..."

　This chapter draws on two poems (or ancient sayings)

　　One is that the family is broken and the family is dead. Where does the son go?

　　(That is the inspiration for the name of the first generation of Huoxing)

　　One is Zigui's cry

　　(Yanghua=Yanghua, Zigui=Zigui, when Yanghua's tomb was finally finished, Zigui finally couldn't help crying)

　　(This is also the inspiration for this chapter...)

　　The idea of ​​the Clothes Tomb is that I thought about how to bury it without a corpse. I know that I can also use the Clothes Tomb. While watching the third episode of Wushan Wuxing, I read and wrote about the Hadan Cemetery...

　　

　

(End of this chapter)