Pass through passers-by, blast the protagonist and villain

Evening is the curtain that falls for day.

A funeral is the final chapter of a life.

Sand burial.

The traditional funeral method in Shacheng has a long history of thousands of years.

People in Shacheng put the dead in sacks and threw them into the quicksand, causing them to slowly sink into the sand. The climate in the desert is dry and hot, and the corpses will be dehydrated quickly before they rot, and they can be preserved naturally for thousands of years.

Shacheng people firmly believe that the desert is the gateway to the underworld, and sand burial can allow the soul of the deceased to return to the underworld while the body stays in the world.

In the eyes of outsiders, Shadam is just a desolate desert.

In the eyes of Shacheng people, Shadam is a huge tomb for burying their ancestors. In the thousands of years of history, countless Shacheng people have been buried under this yellow sand.

Nowadays.

Jiang Li wants to bury the two relatives with his own hands.

One is his father Jiang Daqiang.

One is his brother Lu Yu.

He wore sackcloth and filial piety for his father, and black veil for his brother. He was very sad, his heart was bleeding, he was out of breath from crying, and his howling voice was hoarse.

Lu Yu!

Let the car run over to death.

The driver who caused the accident was none other than the beautiful killer Mu Ning.

According to Mu Ning, she did it unintentionally and it was a traffic accident. They also checked the driving recorder on the spot. From the video, they saw that Lu Yu was lying on the highway with long golden hair like flying yellow sand. I couldn't see the person lying there at all, and the speed of the car reached two hundred miles. When I saw him, the wheels of the car had already passed.

For this, Jiang Li blamed himself extremely, thinking that he had caused Lu Yu's death.

He took Lu Yu out of the lake and brought him back to the present world. From a legal point of view, he is Lu Yu's guardian, and from a moral point of view, he is Lu Yu's teacher and a good brother.

However.......

Thinking of this, Jiang Li burst into tears again.

"Awwhhhh..."

In addition, Jiang Daqiang let the Ninth Prince tie the ticket, and he will definitely not be able to save him. Jiang Li thought about it, and at the same time as the funeral of his good brother Lu Yu, he also set up a tomb for his father. The memorial service and funeral will be held in Chaoge.

Losing relatives and friends, Jiang Li was distraught,

He, a black-haired man, sent away a blond man, and then sent away a white-haired man. There is nothing more painful than this.

"Ayu, Brother Li, I'm sorry... I just wanted to test your intelligence, who knew you would dare to lie down on the highway... woo woo woo... Brother, you die It's so miserable..." Jiang Li threw himself on Lu Yu's body, crying his heart out.

Tang Youliang wiped away his tears, patted Jiang Li's shoulder, and comforted him, "Brother Li, the dead are gone, and the living are like this, you are not to blame for Ah Yu's death, with his intelligence, it will all be a matter of time. "

"Liangzi is right, Ah Li, don't cry!"

Yang Ying also persuaded: "It's not right to say something, your father is still alive, it's inappropriate for us to have a burial in the sand, isn't it?"

"Woooooooo..." Jiang Li sobbed and said, "My poor old father, he lay down for half his life while he was alive, and never had a good time. His son is now promising, so he needs to hold a few more funerals for him. ...Woooo...Daqiang, I have taken care of you for so many years, I thought that when you woke up, I would be able to eat the old, but I didn't expect... You leave me and go first..."

Yang Ying broke into a cold sweat when she heard that, she simply gave up, and knelt down to wipe away her tears. He was also very sad about Lu Yu's death. Although they didn't know each other for a long time, they were brothers in the same team after all.

On the side, Wu Ming and Chang Er were digging holes in the sand.

Quicksand is hard to find, that kind of flowing sand is usually encountered by accident, and you can’t find it if you take the initiative to look for it. Only those old sand people who know the desert well know where quicksand exists in the desert. Jiang Li and Tang Fatty, the younger generation in Sand City, doesn't know much about the desert, so they can only follow the example of burial and dig a pit to bury them.

To ask how difficult it is to dig a hole in the desert, Wu Ming and Chang Er, the intelligence agents of the dawn organization, have a deep understanding.

The two picked up the shovel and dug frantically.

The shovel flew away, and only a sand pit half a meter deep was dug.

There is no way, the sand will flow downhill under the influence of gravity, which is a natural phenomenon that cannot be changed by manpower.

In order to dig a deep enough hole, the excavation area must be enlarged, but in that case, the amount of work is too large, and the two of them will not be able to complete it before dark.

After digging for a while, Chang Wuyou asked Wu Ming in a low voice: "Aren't the people in Shadiao Village native to Shacheng?"

"Yes, Sand Sculpture Village, Bangchui Village, and Sha Pao Village are all from Shacheng, what's the matter?" Wu Ming didn't understand why the dude asked this question.

Chang Wuyou then asked out the doubts in his heart.

"I have seen burial cemeteries in Sand Sculpture Village. Why don't people in your village carry out sand burials according to the tradition?"

Wu Ming let out a sigh, and explained: "Traditional sand burial requires quicksand, quicksand is very dangerous, and it might be better to bury one by one."

"In the past, people had a conservative concept and believed that burning a corpse to ashes was equivalent to destroying ashes."

"In the case of burial, it is difficult for the older generation to accept such a terrible thing as a corpse decomposing."

"With the development of the times, the villagers' ideology has improved, and they are no longer clinging to the old traditions. Over time, every village has begun to carry out burials. Only those who are highly respected will carry out sand burials in accordance with the tradition."

"Understood!" Chang Wuyou nodded and shoveled a few shovels of sand vigorously.

"By the way, I haven't asked you all this time, where are you from?" Wu Ming asked in his spare time.

"From Linchuan." Chang Wuyou said.

Jiang Li howled for more than half an hour. Looking back, the two guys hadn't finished digging the hole.

"You two idiots!" He stood up and scolded, "You need to use a little trick to dig a hole in the desert...."

"Again?"

Wu Ming said angrily: "Your little trick has already killed one."

Jiang Li felt dejected again after being stabbed in the scar.

But when it comes to digging holes, no one is more professional than him.

"Go away!"

He drove Wu Ming and Chang Er away, and then stood by the pit they dug and wept silently.

Tears of grief poured down his face like a waterfall, wet the filial piety clothes on his body, soaked the black veil around his waist, and flowed down the trousers to his feet.

Not long after, the sand within two meters of his body became wet into a mud puddle.

Seeing this magical scene, Wu Ming and Chang Er opened their mouths wide and did not say a complete sentence for a long time.

So shocking.

They have heard the legend of Meng Jiangnu crying down the Great Wall.

I have heard the story of Liu Bei crying out to the throne.

The deeds of the weeping wet desert can be written into mythology.

Wu Ming couldn't figure it out, did this guy have faucets in his eyes? Where did he get so many tears, more than urine.

"Tsk tsk..." Chang Wuyou scratched his bald head, and said in amazement, "I didn't realize that Jiang Li was so affectionate and righteous. His brother died, and his tears were like a torrential stream, and like The flooding of the Ganges is out of control...."

It can be seen that Jiang Li's empathy and righteousness have been highly praised by him.

But before he could finish his words of approval, he was interrupted by Wu Ming's elbow.

"Are you stupid?"

Wu Ming said angrily, "You are kind and righteous, show me the wet sand?"

Chang Er was stunned, licked his lips and stopped talking.

"You really remember eating but not beating!" Wu Ming taught him: "It looks like a secret method, and it has something to do with love?"

Chang Er whispered, "I've heard of tear gas, but I haven't heard of the secret method of tear gas."

Jiang Li doesn't know the secret method of tear gas.

But there is a water essence of the five elements in his body. The most indispensable thing in his body is water. He can make tears flow from the corners of his mouth, nose, ears, and various parts of his body.

Weeping wet a patch of sand is nothing.

If he wanted to, it would not be a problem to cry out two big lakes if he tried hard.

But now he is really sad, terribly sad, and feels like he is alone in this world again.

Brother's death.

What happened to the biological father.

Any piece of bad news can make his heart ache.

However, his tears were fake.

He will not cry a long time ago, no matter how sad or desperate things are, he can't squeeze a single tear.

Because of his tears, he had already cried dry when he was a child.

Looking at the fiery red sunset, Jiang Li recalled the memory of his father, recalling every little trick he taught Lu Yu...

As he recalled the dead, his grief increased again. Looking at the tragic setting sun, he recited emotionally: "The setting sun is setting, the desert is yellow sand, the isolated village is far away, and the brilliance returns to the crow... "

"It's so wet!" Wu Ming couldn't help clapping his hands and applauding. He was definitely not teasing, but felt that the artistic conception was really good, because he has a lot of research on poetry.

"I haven't finished singing yet!" Jiang Li glanced at him sideways, complaining that he interrupted him.

"Sorry." Wu Ming gestured for please continue.

Jiang Li brewed up his emotions again and added the last line.

"The heartbroken man almost cried blind!"

Wu Ming: "..."