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Then stretched out his little hand to wipe Wu's tears.

Seeing such a scene, Wu shed more tears...

……

Wu still left, at ten o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun disappeared from the sky for a while, he left.

When he left, Wu had a smile on his face, and he looked very comfortable, without suffering any crime.

After the witch closed his eyes and passed away completely, there was a burst of crying in the entire starting point sub-residential area.

Han Cheng, the god son of the Qingque tribe, also couldn't help but burst into tears.

Wu left, the beloved old man in this tribe, still left.

Although Han Cheng had already made some preparations for his departure, but when this day came and he faced this scene, he couldn't help but feel the pain in his heart. tears.

A man does not flick his tears lightly, he definitely has not reached the point of sadness.

Once I got to the sad place, I couldn't hold back the tears.

Wu's hands, face and body were all wiped down with hot water by Han Cheng, Second Senior Brother, Sha Junior Brother and Shitou, and then put on brand new clothes.

When everyone tidied up Wu and put him in front of Wu, they would often lie on that bed and cover him with quilts, making him look as if he was asleep.

Wu's youngest daughter came over several times, and then she pursed her lips when she arrived.

Because she said that her father was always sleeping and ignored her. She made fun things for her father and wanted him to get up and have a look, but no matter how she called her father, her father refused to agree, and she was still sleeping here. A big slob..."

Hearing the child's innocent words, everyone present couldn't stop feeling sad for a while...

In the clean room, two white candles were lit, dispelling the darkness in the room, leaving a piece of light behind.

Han Cheng, Junior Brother Sha, and Second Senior Brother sat in the room, surrounded by a brazier, quietly guarding the sleeping witch lying on the bed.

A few people, no one spoke, they just sat quietly, waiting for the passage of time bit by bit.

At this hour, none of them was interested in talking.

I don't know what to say.

Han Cheng couldn't express his feelings, but felt that his heart was empty.

As long as he thought that Wu Shi had really passed away and could no longer talk to him, he would feel endless sadness...

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Wu passed away.

Han Cheng felt empty, as if he lost a lot of things at once...

Three days later, at a place on the west side of the valley, a large pile of firewood was erected.

The neatly packed witch was also carried by Han Cheng, the second senior brother and others, and placed on the pile of firewood.

Looking at Wu lying quietly on the firewood, Han Chengcai finally gave the order to light the fire with great difficulty.

There is no way, Wu said, he wants to be buried in the main Qingque tribe.

There is the root of the tribe, where he has lived all his life.

Now that he is dead, he doesn't want to be in another place, but wants to return to the place where he was born and raised, and he feels familiar.

The starting point residential area is too far away from the main tribe. If cremation is not carried out, it is impossible to transport the witch's body back safely.

The only option is to transport the witch's ashes, and then bury it in the main tribe.

When the firewood was splashed with oil, it immediately ignited a huge flame.

Wu, who was lying quietly on it, was immediately surrounded by flames.

Han Cheng stared at it for a while, then couldn't bear to turn his head away.

He didn't want to just watch Wu, the respectable old man in this tribe, being burned like this.

Neither Yuan nor Wu's youngest daughter was here. This was Han Cheng's decision.

It was just that when Wu was carried from the house to here, let them follow together, and then made a simple farewell, and left here under the arrangement of Han Cheng, accompanied by some women in the tribe , returned to the living area of ​​the tribe.

In front of Yuan and Wu's little daughter, cremating their relatives in such a way that could be seen by the naked eye, Han Cheng felt that this was too cruel for Yuan and the others.

Han Cheng wanted them to keep a good memory of Wu.

In the memory, there must be no scenes of the witch being cremated.

That's too cruel...

The flames were blazing, and Han Cheng couldn't help feeling sad when he smelled the unpleasant smell wafting in the air.

When he thought that from now on, even if the old man Wu died completely, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

Standing here, he couldn't feel the flames burning. When someone in the tribe said that he was healed, Han Chengcai finally turned his head slowly and cast his eyes on the place where Wu was lying before.

At this time, all the firewood there was gone, leaving only a piece of ashes.

What disappeared at the same time was Wu, a respectable and beloved person.

Han Cheng stood there for a moment, then stepped forward, picked up the witch's bones from the ashes one by one, and put them in the small coffin that had been prepared before he took a bite.

The bottom of the coffin is lined with yellow cloth, and the inside of the upper lid is covered with a layer of blue cloth.

Yellow represents the earth and blue represents the sky.

Picking up the bone fragments one by one and confirming that there were none, Han Chengcheng, with the help of his second senior brother Sha and others, put the lid on the small coffin.

Then, with an ax in one hand and a tomb nail in the other, with red eyes, he nailed the tomb nails to the coffin one by one, sealing the whole coffin.

After the coffin was sealed, Han Cheng was in a daze for a while, and together with the second brother, Sha, Shitou and others, he personally carried Wu's coffin, all the way back to the starting point residential area, and carried Wu's coffin to the front The place where the corpse of the witch is kept.

When I saw Wu's coffin being carried over, I was already in tears. At this moment, I couldn't help crying, and I threw myself on the side of the coffin, holding the side of the coffin with my hands. Son, crying to death.

Wu's youngest daughter probably knew at this time that her father was put in the wooden box, and seeing her mother crying so sadly, she couldn't help it, and cried together with her.

This desolate cry caused everyone present to cry together...

The 19th year of Qingque, for the people of the Qingque tribe, is a year of achievement, joy, but also infinite sadness and grief.