Chapter 884

Lord Zeng and Fatso were not in the small temple. They were directly sent back to the small temple when they came out of the story world, so they knew what happened earlier than Su Bai.

Tyrant stayed behind to wait for Su Bai, while Fatso and Lord Zeng went to find a place with good Fengshui to build a grave for Old Fugui.

Chen Ru had left and it was not convenient for her to stay. She left a message for Fatso, saying that she would help Su Bai open the seal of the Land of Proving Dao. Su Bai did not have time to deal with this woman for the time being. He did not blame or hate her. Under the confusing general situation, everyone had the right to make their own choices, but ultimately, there was only one Fugui in this world.

The little fellow was carried out by Fugui. Before Fugui completely dissipated, he entrusted the little fellow to Yan Huihong. Yan Huihong waited for Fatso and the others to return from the story world before returning the little fellow to Fatso.

After that, Yan Huihong also left. He did not say what he was going to do, and Fatso did not ask.

In short, the whole thing had actually come to an end. Whether it was the massacre in Shijiazhuang or the thousands of miles of escape, it stirred up the hearts of almost all the high-level listeners in the country. But in the end, the matter had come to a stage conclusion.

A new situation had begun, and the treatment of all the listeners would undoubtedly be much better. Of course, the crisis was only delayed and not really resolved. But compared to the plan to destroy the listeners, the awakened Qin army was still "cuter". At least everyone could see the hope of winning the battle. It was not like facing the broadcast that wanted to execute you, but you did not even know where it was. You wanted to resist, but you could not find your enemy. This was the most painful and despairing thing.

Xun Er prepared some cold dishes, two bottles of Maotai, and a black plastic bag for Su Bai. Inside the bag were bundles of money for the underworld, marked "Underground Bank".

"Thank you." Su Bai said to Xun Er. After Tyrant told him the ins and outs of the matter, Su Bai really needed to do these things.

Xun Er nodded and did not say anything. She could not help Su Bai much now. She had originally planned to travel to Tibet for enlightenment, but because of the recent events, she was delayed. She was a very strong woman, but she was smart enough to know where she stood.

Carrying the little fellow, Su Bai walked out of the small temple with the basket of vegetables and the paper money.

Ji Xiang and Ruyi had always been by Su Bai's side. Ji Xiang was there to take care of the little guy. In fact, it did not follow Su Bai in the past, but after the incident with the little guy last time, it became more nervous about its safety.

Ruyi went to see Fugui.

The location chosen by Fatso and Lord Zeng was more than ten kilometers away from the small temple. It was a beautiful place with verdant hills and clear waters.

When he saw Su Bai coming, Fatso took the initiative to greet him. He pointed to the grave that had just been piled up. There was no hat on it. According to the rules, Fatso and Lord Zeng could not do it for him, so Su Bai had to do it himself.

Lord Zeng just nodded to Su Bai and took the initiative to walk down the mountain with Fatso. Everyone had their own way of paying respects, so at this time, they were very tactful to give Su Bai a private space.

Su Bai walked to the grave, laid out the cold dishes, and stacked the paper money on the side. The little fellow snuggled up to Su Bai, looking at the mound in front of him with his pure eyes. He did not speak or cry, just a little confused. But in this confusion, there seemed to be a touch of sadness brewing.

A spiritual child was indeed a spiritual child. Although he was just a child, his perception of the fickleness of human nature was clearer than that of ordinary people. He was very cute, but always sensible and obedient.

Ji Xiang stretched out its paw and pushed Ruyi. Ruyi looked at Ji Xiang with some dissatisfaction, but still walked down the mountain with Ji Xiang. The two black cats temporarily lay a little further away.

There was nothing in Fugui's grave. In ancient times, tombs where the body could not be found were often replaced by cenotaphs. But Fugui did not even leave a piece of clothing behind.

Su Bai's original plan was to wait for a period of time to look for traces of Fugui. Now, Fugui was completely gone. Even the last trace had been erased, and it was Fugui who took the initiative to erase it.

Opening the bottle of Maotai, Su Bai took a sip, and then poured some on the tombstone in front of him.

"Uncle Fugui, this is the first cup of wine that we've had together," said Su Bai.

In the past, Su Bai accompanied the monk and a group of local veterans in Yunnan to explore the Land of Proving Dao. At that time, his group was like a group of rookies who entered a dungeon that did not belong to their level. As a result, many of them were killed by Ruyi. When everyone was about to leave in a hurry, he was forcibly detained by Fugui.

In those few months, Su Bai had been so disheartened that he even took the initiative to walk into the Yellow Springs. He wanted to seek the fall of temptation, or it could be called liberation. However, due to a strange combination of factors, he was flipped out by Su Yuhang with a wave of his hand, which was equivalent to saving his life in disguise.

Now that he thought about it, at that time, relying on the essence corpse qi that flowed out of Fugui's coffin to live every day was the rarest and leisurely time he had ever had since he became a listener.

Now, if Su Bai were to recall and choose, if he could bring the little fellow there with him,

Fugui was still lying in the coffin.

The little guy leaned on his leg.

He leaned on the side of the coffin.

Every day, he would talk to Fugui and then take the little guy for a walk by the Yellow Springs.

It seemed that the days could be spent in such a leisurely manner.

The little guy's birth and his experiences made him completely different from other children. He came from the demon's lair, and he had taken the initiative to climb into the demon's lair to save himself. Therefore, the dullness of the Land of Dao Verification was nothing to the little guy.

Su Bai thought back to when he was in the Land of Dao Verification. After he calmed down after the initial period of anxiety and chaos, what he did the most every day was nothing more than talking to Fugui. Although he was basically talking to himself, even if he said a lot, Fugui might not reply.

Now that he thought about it, perhaps to Fugui at that time, lying in the coffin and listening to him talking to himself was also a kind of enjoyment. Just like how the little guy was snuggling up to him now, it was a kind of silent satisfaction.

Su Bai did not cry. From the beginning to the end, he did not shed a single tear. Even his eyes did not turn red at all. To be honest, he did not feel much sadness in his heart.

Because Fugui left in a carefree and natural manner, he successfully calculated from ancient times to the present and arranged for his life and death. He was carefree and natural, and he successfully completed his revenge on Su Yuhang twenty years after his death.

There was nothing to be sad about. According to the secular world, this time, Fugui should be considered a happy funeral.

Su Bai lit the paper money and burned it one by one in front of Fugui's grave. From afar, he could vaguely see the specks of light here, like a faint light in the middle of the night.

The little guy watched as the flames continued to roll. The light of the flames illuminated his face, making him look extremely agile.

"This is your godson. You've seen him before, haven't you?"

Su Bai smiled and reached out to touch the little guy's head.

"Call me grandpa."

The little guy looked at Su Bai and then at the tombstone in front of him. Then, he tried his best to open his mouth, trying to imitate the shape of his mouth. He knew that this moment was very serious, and he had to be obedient. Moreover, he also had a strange sense of intimacy towards the old man who had picked him up from the cradle and woken him up.

"Yay … yay …"

The little guy worked very hard, but he still couldn't speak. Even though it had been two or three years since he was brought out of the story world by Su Bai, he still hadn't grown up.

Fatso said that it was because the spiritual energy in the real world was too thin. If the little guy was placed in the pre-Qin period, although the little guy might grow up slower than ordinary children, it would not be so much slower.

Su Bai didn't care much about this. He wouldn't grow up, so he would take care of him for the rest of his life. When he grew up, he would have to worry about growing up. Fortunately, the radio could no longer continue to accept people with experience, so he could completely let go of the matter of whether the little guy would enter the radio and become a listener.

The paper money was burning. Su Bai didn't know if there was a special place for the undead to go to in this vast universe, but there shouldn't be. Even if there was, Fugui couldn't be in it.

Su Yuhang's accountability on behalf of the heavens more than twenty years ago could be considered to have completely killed Fugui. After that, Fugui once gave up the chance to be reborn for him. Another time, in order to put on the armor, he completely buried the last trace of himself in this world.

He didn't have a soul, and it was impossible for him to enter any reincarnation. He was a person who had been completely erased.

The paper money was burned out. Su Bai shook his hand in the ashes, letting the paper money that hadn't been burned out burn out as much as possible.

Finally..,

He took out the three wine glasses from the basket,

They were all filled and placed in front of Fugui's grave.

Then, Su Bai got up. As he held the little guy in his arms, he used his right hand to dig out a mud hat from a nearby piece of mud, which was the kind of grave at the top of the grave in rural cemeteries.

According to custom, every time a sacrifice was made to an ancestor, the old hat had to be removed. After the sacrifice, a new earth was dug out and placed on it.

Su Bai carefully put the mud hat away, then squatted down in front of the grave again and raised his wine glass:

"The first cup is to the past."

"Whoosh …"

The wine spilled in front of the grave.

Su Bai raised his second cup, smiled, and said,

"The second cup is to the next life."

In this life, you are my godfather. If we have a next life, we can actually change it. As your godfather, I have to return the favor that I owe you, right? Unfortunately, when I realized that I owed you a lot, you had already been dead for twenty years. What do you think this is?

Su Bai raised his third cup,

"The third cup is to the rich and powerful!"

You must be lonely down there alone. Just you wait. In a few years, I will send your good friend Su Yuhang down to accompany you, or I will go down to accompany you. In short, you won't be alone for too long.

In the dark night, Su Bai's eyes seemed a little blurry. He seemed to see a middle-aged bald figure standing beside the grave. He still had a simple and honest smile as he looked at himself and the little guy beside him and kept saying,

"Having more children and more blessings is wealth."