Young Master Tang returned there and stood on the side coldly, while the big man squatted in the corner without saying a word.
With a cigarette in my mouth, I took a sip, a bit rushed, and after a few more puffs, I coughed violently, and I choked with tears.
At this time, Mr. Gu finally stood up.
I know, he is going to do it.
I turned around and looked at the darkness in front of me, without looking there, in a daze, a gunshot came from the Shinto path behind me.
The rumbling echo shook from layer to layer in this narrow space.
A person dies in front of me, but there is nothing I can do. It seems that something has changed.
After the gunfire, there was a deadly silence. I turned around and threw the cigarette butt into the darkness. Mr. Gu stood there, looking at Old Chen on the ground for a long time, "Go well," he said.
After that, the big man took out the gasoline and lit Lao Chen's remains, and must destroy them before the worms became overwhelming.
In the burning smell, Lao Chen's body was billowing with black smoke. When the fire was in full swing, Mr. Gu turned around suddenly and walked to the deepest part of the divine way first.
The team followed and went on silently for a long time.
Shinto seems to have no end, and there are many murals painted on both sides. Some seem to have been for many years, the pictures are rough, and some ages are even more distant, and the paintings have almost peeled off.
But no one tried to understand them, because we couldn't understand them, and the only person in the team who could understand them had stayed in the Shinto way far behind them.
I was still immersed in Lao Chen's death. I didn't have much friendship with this little old man. At the beginning, he often demolished my platform.
But he died, died in front of me, shot to death by his own people. As God was walking, the team stopped. At this time, Master Tang was walking in front of me.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
Young Master Tang pointed to the front, where a forked road appeared.
"Fork? Will Shinto have a fork?" I asked, I don't understand these things.
Young Master Tang shook his head: "This is not a written rule. Different regions have different customs and different definitions of Shinto." He said, "There is only one Shinto in some places, and there may be more than one in some places."
"If Old Chen is still there, he must know where to go, what the five elements are broken wood or something." The big man muffled.
Mr. Gu said nothing.
"Will you go on." Young Master Tang said to Mr. Gu, "Someone has already died, but we have not yet entered the underground palace of the Jing people. If we continue, more people will die."
Mr. Gu raised his head and looked at Young Master Tang, "You still retreat." He said.
Young Master Tang continued: "The dust explosion on the high platform should have ended, and most of the bugs should have been wiped out in the explosion. We can go back along the same road."
"It is precisely because someone has died that we should continue to walk. He should not die in vain." Mr. Gu interrupted Young Master Tang suddenly.
"Gu Tang, I won't force you this time. If you don't want to, you can quit first!" Mr. Gu calmly said. He put away his original smiling face and spoke in an extremely calm tone for the first time.
It turns out that Young Master Tang's surname is Gu, which is the same as Mr. Gu. What is the relationship between them? Wouldn't they be father and son
"Do you live up to the dead?" Gu Tang sneered. "This is just your excuse. After so many years, how many people have died because of your excuse?" (End of this chapter)