When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

Entering the dark and humid moss cave again, Li Shanren was on guard with the meteorite staff in his left hand and the torch in his right hand for illumination, fully alerting him.

The elf demon hunter Wei Luo was not as reckless as he expected. He was just dozens of steps ahead of Li Shanren and could vaguely see his back with the light of the fire.

Homeless knight Ingwell held the halberd and loyally guarded Li Shanren. His cold eyes under the helmet looked at the ground from time to time in case blood vines suddenly emerged.

He still remembered the losses he had suffered here before.

However, this time when they entered the cave, they did not encounter blood vines, or even mice. They walked out of the cave smoothly and arrived at the underground cave.

Returning here again, Li Shanren smelled the inexplicable pungent smell in the air, feeling a vague premonition in his heart.

Prosperous blood moss grows everywhere like carpets. The breeding cocoons that originally connected them broke apart at some point, and the nutrient liquid inside flowed among the moss.

The pungent smell comes from these liquids.

Those pink and tender mouse larvae rolled down everywhere without a sound, basically losing their lives before they even had time to open their eyes.

One by one, they are dotted on the surface of the moss like fruits of flesh and blood.

There are many fresh traces of battle on the ground, and the complex magic circle carved in the depths has been completely destroyed, making it difficult to recognize its original appearance.

Two similar-looking warrior brothers fell together, with each other's weapons stuck in their abdomens, and the blood flowing out was absorbed by the moss.

The strong shield warrior lay flat on the ground, his chest was cut open by the hot sword blade, the shield in his hand was shattered, and the wound on his left foot collapsed.

His eyes were slightly opened, his teeth were clenched, and there seemed to be anger remaining on his lifeless face.

In the center of the cave, a warrior covered in red armor was kneeling on the ground with his back to Li Shanren, his head lowered, his left hand holding a delicate body across his body, silent.

"It's really tragic..."

Wei Luo half-crouched in front of the warrior wearing red armor, shaking his head and sighing, with regret in his eyes.

Hearing these words, Li Shanren walked up silently, squatted down, and stared at the Red Flame Swordsman who had been separated for less than half a day.

Dillenna half-closed her eyelids, her face expressionless, and the stainless steel sword in her right hand was nailed to the female archer's chest.

There was a fatal wound on the left side of his neck, in an area not covered by armor. Judging from the size, it seemed to be caused by an arrow.

Fuya, who was held in his arms, had her eyes closed tightly, and her lowered right hand was holding a sharp arrow. The tip of the arrow was dark red with blood stains remaining.

"It seems that this man wanted to hold her in his arms and kill her, but he stabbed her through the neck with all his strength, leaving a fatal wound." Wei Luo analyzed it and then shook his head.

"But this is not normal."

He straightened up, confusion on his face.

"Judging from the remaining aura on this man, he should be a gold-level warrior. No matter how careless he is, there is no way he will be killed by a female archer."

"It's indeed abnormal." Li Shanren looked away, exhaled lightly, and stood up, "They are not enemies. I probably know how they died."

"We're not enemies, but we're dying together?"

Wei Luo looked at Li Shanren in confusion.

Li Shanren didn't explain much. He and Wei Luo hadn't gotten to know each other well enough to share everything.

"Do you know them?" Seeing Li Shanren didn't reply, Wei Luo asked instead.

Li Shanren hesitated for a moment and said a little lonely: "It can be said that... we fought side by side together."

After that, he put away the meteorite staff and the torch, then turned around and walked to the bodies of the pair of warrior brothers and started dragging their bodies.

"You're not going to bury them too, are you?" Wei Luo followed up and saw Ingwill guarding Li Shanren, and didn't ask any more questions.

He had seen Li Shanren use "summoning magic" before, so he was not surprised.

Li Shanren shook his head and denied: "This place is not suitable as a cemetery. It is unrealistic to move them out. Let's cremate them on the spot."

I still remember vividly the bleeding vines that grew here and sucked Viscount Arman clean.

If they were buried directly, Dilenner's corpses would probably become nourishment for the moss under their feet.

When Wei Luo heard this, he didn't say anything more and bent down to help.

With the help of Wei Luo, Li Shanren quickly gathered everyone in the Red Flame team together.

Dilenner closed his eyes and lay quietly in the middle. The red armor on his body was removed, leaving only the flammable red thin cotton coat.

On the left and right are Fuya and Ralph, and on the outermost layer are the two warrior brothers.

The expressions that originally contained anger and murderous intent on everyone's faces were smoothed away, leaving only a peaceful sleep.

Li Shanren sorted out the remains for them.

Taking out the torch again, Li Shanren prepared to light their bodies from the middle.

"This is the first time I've seen someone put a magic torch that won't go out in a dimensional bag." Wei Luo sighed, then walked forward and waved his hand, "Let me do it, otherwise they will have to do it after a while. You roasted me."

Listening to Wei Luo's words, Li Shanren twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

Indeed, in the absence of adequate tinder, torches alone are not enough.

However, with help, he could relax a little.

Wei Luo signaled Li Shanren to take a few steps back, then stood in front of the bodies of the five people, stretched out his right hand, pointed his palm at the bodies on the ground, and took a deep breath.

"Igni!"

He let out a short chant, and a searing flame immediately erupted from his palm, covering the five corpses in the blink of an eye.

The high-temperature tongues of fire licked and devoured wildly, and in just one minute, only five piles of charred ashes were left on the ground.

"call--"

After burning the corpse, Wei Luo breathed a sigh of relief, but his face looked relaxed and he couldn't tell how much consumption he had done.

"Do you know magic?" Li Shanren waved his hand, trying to dispel the heat in front of him.

"This is not magic, it is the witcher's seal." Wei Luo shook his head and explained, "Becoming a witcher allows us to master some simple magic, but it would be too slow to chant slowly like an ordinary magician, so we developed A seal that can be used quickly."

Having said this, Wei Luo paused and added: "Although it is simple, it is practical and sufficient to cope with most situations."

"I see." Li Shanren nodded slightly, then stepped forward and began to collect the still-warm ashes of the five people.

He gathered the ashes together, scattered them into a deep pit that Ingwell had dug in advance, and then put the weapons of the team members into it.

When he started to put Direnner's equipment inside, Li Shanren picked up the red left arm wrist armor with a red ring hanging on it.

He stared at the ring for a long time.

If I remember correctly, this ring seems to be no ordinary item.

"This is a magic tool, or an accessory type." Wei Luo came over to take a look, then looked at the deep pit on the ground and shook his head, "It would be a pity to let it be used as a burial object."

"You're right." Li Shanren was convinced, and then put it on his left hand.

He also remembered that Dillenna seemed to have only paid the deposit for hiring him, and the other half was probably not getting back.

Although he failed to kill the mastermind who finally appeared, he did lose his life here. Now he is back to help them collect the corpses and takes a relic as reward. It's not too much...