Help! This savior is too stupid!

To truly die, to truly live?

Shan Qingyi always felt that there should be more words at the end, but Jiang Bai no longer had the energy to finish writing.

Leaving this message to Shan Qingyi was the last thing Jiang Bai could do.

As long as his body is discovered by Pure Land, with Jiang Bai's understanding of Pure Land, everything that happens next can be expected.

Pure Land will go through the process, Shan Qingyi will definitely be present, Shan Qingyi will refuse to resurrect Jiang Bai...

The last words that appeared in front of Shan Qingyi were Jiang Bai's last words.

"Really dead?"

Shan Qingyi actually didn't understand the meaning of this sentence and was too lazy to understand it.

Her vision was blurry again, as if this line of writing had never appeared before, and her expression remained unchanged.

Shan Qingyi chose the simplest method, just understand this passage literally, and then do it.

Shan Qingyi stood up and said, "It has been seven days of vigil. It's time for burial."

The dying will-o'-the-wisp in the brazier, with a hoarse voice from crying, managed to stand up now.

"Just wait...what if you survive?"

Shan Qingyi looked at Emperor Guitian and seriously advised, "You have to recognize the reality. There is no resurrection after death."

Ghost Emperor:? ? ?

Am I the family member of the deceased, or are you the family member of the deceased?

Who should comfort whom among us?

Shan Qingyi made a concession, "The spirit will be suspended for another seven hours, and then it will be buried. You can do whatever you want after that."

These seven hours were all for the sake of Emperor Gui Tian.

People around the memorial shed continued to be busy.

In fact, funerals are a very strange thing.

People are sad at first, but after the sadness passes, they become noisy and even laugh a little more.

People were playing cards, chatting around the brazier, eating melon seeds, yawning, drinking tea...

The funeral is the tranquility of the deceased alone and the hustle and bustle of a group of people.

Even the funeral of Emperor Disaster cannot be exempted from customs.

Shan Qingyi didn't mind their noise, her focus at the moment was on Jiang Bai.

Really dead...

Can he live only if everyone in the Pure Land treats him as dead?

No, maybe it's not just that, it also makes the enemy feel that Jiang Bai is dead...

The world must believe that Jiang Bai is really dead.

Seven hours passed quickly.

While everyone was arguing about who would carry the coffin for Emperor Disaster, a man came across the mountains and rivers.

Emperor Wutian arrived belatedly, carrying an injury and the head of a demon god to pay homage to Emperor Calamity.

After learning about Jiang Bai's death, Emperor Wu Tian moved hundreds of mountains, almost overturning the demon soil, and finally found the demon god deep in the mountains.

In fact, the demon god who transformed into a mountain was weaker than Emperor Wu Tian had imagined.

Jiang Bai did not exaggerate. He did kill the ten demon gods. The remaining eight demon gods were also seriously injured. Ten trillion was just the threshold for killing them.

Emperor Wu Tian, ​​who can reach nearly nine times the explosion, truly possesses the power of killing gods.

After a fierce battle, Emperor Wu Tian killed the demon god who turned into a mountain and paid the price for himself.

If there was no need to rush to end the battle, Emperor Wu Tian could be more calm.

But Emperor Wu Tian couldn't wait any longer.

Kill the demon god and pay homage to the deceased Calamity Emperor.

Wu Huo lifted the coffin and looked at Shan Qingyi, "How to bury it?"

Originally, Shan Qingyi wanted to take Jiang Bai back to the island where they once lived and bury him on that island.

But at this moment, Shan Qingyi suddenly found that he felt a sense of emptiness and fear.

This emptiness was like...she just realized that Jiang Bai was really dead.

Finally, Shan Qingyi, whose face turned pale, said softly,

"Star Burial."

This was the final destination for the strong men of their time.

The King of Humans, Miitu, Han Chan... have all been buried by stars.

It was fate that when Renwang Xing was buried, Emperor Wu Tian watched him off.

Needless to say, the burial of Mitu Xing was the ashes scattered by Emperor Wu Tian himself.

Han Chan...this star has been buried too many times.

Shan Qingyi's choice of star burial was beyond some people's expectations.

Wu Huo confirmed again, "Star Burial?"

In this era, star burial is no longer necessary and has even become a ritual.

There are no enemies outside the territory. If you send the coffin into the endless starry sky and search for it, it will be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Once you take action, there is no turning back.

"Well, Star Burial."

Shan Qingyi suddenly drew her sword, and Bianhuahua and Ghost Ink Box, who had been ambushing around her for a long time, rushed out and hugged her, "Don't let your imagination run wild!"

Shan Qingyi felt confused.

"Why can't I think about it?"

She has clearly accepted the fact that Jiang Bai is dead, what else can she think of?

Bianhua was a little embarrassed, "Then why did you draw the sword?"

Ghost Ink Box whispered, "Don't cut the corpse to vent, it's useless..."

As a senior whose husband died, Ghost Ink Box has more say in this kind of matter.

Shan Qingyi responded to them with actions.

brush--

The white sword light lit up and rained down.

Shan Qingyi casually threw the cut hair into the coffin, just like when she and Jiang Bai met in the past lane.

Only this time, she tied up her hair but didn't ask him if he was handsome.

Shan Qingyi took off his coat, put the red dress into the coffin, spread it on Jiang Bai, and said softly,

"It's cold up there, so wear thicker clothes."

"After your star burial, I will go to the Demon Moon..."

Shan Qingyi didn't say the last sentence.

If you really come back alive, remember to come to me earlier.

Shan Qingyi didn't know whether Jiang Bai really had a chance to live again or just left a white lie to make himself not so sad.

In any case, Shan Qingyi chose to believe Jiang Bai.

And staying on the Demon Moon and waiting was the closest choice to Xingzang.

After getting Shan Qingyi's confirmation again, Wu Huo made his move.

The coffin was very light, but it weighed heavily on Wu Huo's heart.

He knew very well that he was closing the curtain for a true legend.

As Wu Huo exerted his strength, the coffin flew into the sky like a spaceship, gradually becoming smaller in people's vision, and finally like a star.

On the beach, it seemed as if there was a transparent person writing, writing a line of words:

"Funeral is the end of a person's life, but no one can witness their own end with their own eyes."

Biden looked back.

This is the teacher's handwriting.

A gust of wind blew up the sand, and the line of words disappeared on the beach.

So far, the funeral of Emperor Zai Tian ended hastily.

And the people living in the Pure Land have to continue fighting.

For them, Emperor Zai Tian may be a special one, but for the people who have died in the Pure Land, Emperor Zai Tian is just one of them.

No one knows when this war will end.

On the Demon Moon, there is a blind swordsman who swings his sword like snow.

No white hair, no red clothes.

Days go by like this...

A coffin floats slowly in the boundless and cold space, and the dead silence seems eternal.

In the coffin, there is a corpse, a bunch of long hair, and a red dress.

And in the almost eternal and still picture, there is suddenly some movement.

Without any external force, the red dress slowly floats up.

....

(Fourth update sent, good.)