Li Qianfan almost vomited a mouthful of old blood. At this point, he deeply realized that Yi Qixiu's IQ should not communicate with her in a tactful way. Some things that he hoped would not be able to understand by this time next year.

"Are you sure your master is dead?" Li Qianfan asked.

Qi Xiu was still immersed in the sadness of the master being dug twice. Hearing the man, he nodded with a sad face, "I was the master who buried the pit I dug with my own hands. What are you asking about this?"

"Then do you still remember how your master died?"

Qi Xiu thought about it, shook his head and said, "I don't know, he was already dead when I discovered the master."

"I was already dead when I discovered it..." Li Qianfan repeated in a low voice, his eyes slightly doubtful, "Do you remember what your master did before his death? How did you find out that he died?"

"Well... the master has been dead for many years. At that time, I was still young and had forgotten some things. I only remember that night, the master closed the clinic and took me home as usual. After I got home, the master asked me to go to bed, and he went back to the room early. I slept very heavily that day, but I was still awakened early the next morning. After I arrived in the yard, I saw many people coming to the house, all of whom I didn't know. They formed a circle and were talking about something. When I approached, I saw the master lying on the ground."

After speaking, her voice became lower and lower. At this moment, she stood there with her head down, staring at the gray and simple tombstone in front of her, and tears were already spinning in her eyes.

Time seemed to be back to that day. The little child looked at the strange man in the yard. He didn't know what happened. A bit of panic was vaguely seen in his ignorant eyes.

She didn't understand what death was, and she thought she would go to the clinic with her master as before, after getting up, she would go to the clinic with her master, see him diagnose and take medicine for many people who came to see her, and then go home together at night.

It was obvious that yesterday was still fine, but why was the master lying on the ground at this time, his whole body was cold and he couldn't wake him up no matter how much he shouted?

She thought they had made their master like this, and beat the men in front of her like crazy, and even pulled out a man's sword to kill them to vent their anger.

The commotion in the yard attracted the attention of neighbors. The people stretched their heads and heads, with obvious excitement and indifference on their faces, and were talking in a low voice without any concern.

For those people, the master's departure is just a topic of conversation after dinner to the boring and boring life on weekdays.

In the end, an older old man stopped her and told her that the master was not killed by them. When they came, her master was gone, and they also wanted to know how he died.

Later, they examined the master inside and outside. There was no internal injury or external injury on his body, and he could not find out the cause of death. In the end, Qi Xiu almost fought for his life to stop them from having a caesarean section.

She held the stolen sword in her hand, standing in front of the master's body like a crazy forehead beast. Whenever someone dared to take a step forward, he would stab people with the sword without hesitation. Seeing this, the old man had to persuade everyone to give up.

"The lights go out when a person dies. None of him and that witch end up well. It can be regarded as a retribution from the sky. We don't have to chase him." After that, he left some money for her kneeling beside her master, and said, "The child is innocent. Although he is despised by his fellow disciples, he is your master after all. You keep this money, bury him and be filial. We are the same fellow disciples, and this will be the complete repatriation of his grace."

She couldn't understand what a witch and what aid the evildoer. She only knew that she would live alone again from now on, and no one cared for her and protected her.

Qi Xiu took the silver money from the palm of the man's hand, and there was a little warmth on it. She seemed to be burned and threw the money back suddenly.

The dead are still warm, but the master on the ground is so cold. Following her fingertips, her heart is so cold.

When a person dies, the lamp goes out. When the lamp goes out, it can be turned on again. Can a person be resurrected when he dies?

Qi Xiu covered her face, tears flowed out of her fingers, "I thought he would bury his master according to the words of some old man, and he would wake up in a while, but the truth is not that..."

The truth is not that way. She waited for a long time, and later she saw the master's notes and realized that when a person dies, he will never be able to survive again.

When Li Qianfan thought of her snuggling with the master when she was sick, he finally understood where her nervousness came from. He was not angry and Qi Xiu beat him randomly.

Even though her master passed away, she finally had a body. Without a body, at least the heroic spirit is still there, and she has become her support in her heart in this vast world. Now that the body of this person is gone, her support is no longer there. If she can still remain calm at this time, it would be abnormal.

Li Qianfan seemed to remember something, and his eyes suddenly dimmed, but in just a moment, he regained his energy.

Some people are like this. Even if they have not appeared in their lives after many years, if they have ever appeared, they will become a person's courage, even faith, and support them to move forward. No matter how difficult the road ahead is or how bruised you will fall, because this person has existed, you must continue.

He patted her shoulder in front of him, and his tone couldn't help but feel softer: "Your master has not been found yet, and you are far from the time to cry, cheer up."

Qi Xiu took several deep breaths, finally calmed down, wiped his face and said, "Yes, the master's corpse has not been found yet, I can't cry."

Seeing her cheering up, Li Qianfan continued to ask: "Have you ever seen dead people with your master? I mean, I have died for a long time and had a stinking corpse on his body."

"I've seen it. My nose is very flexible. It doesn't take long to finish it. I can smell it if there is a little smell."

"That's even more convenient. I heard that after a person dies, the corpse will slowly rot. Over time, the soil in the grave will spread to that smell. After the flesh and flesh rot, the muscles and bones will rot slowly. Therefore, the corpse is stinking and soaking in the soil for a long time and will not dissipate for a long time. But is there such a saying?" Li Qianfan said.

"It's not as exaggerated as it has been over the long run, but it still has the flavor that has not dissipated for more than ten years."

Li Qianfan pointed to the mound behind him and said to Qi Xiu: "Then you go and smell it, is there any smell of corpses?"

Qi Xiu walked over, approached the mound and lowered his body. He smelled the smell and shook his head and said, "There is no smell." After that, his eyes lit up, "This is not the soil that buried the master!"

It was really not easy, my mind finally turned around. Li Qianfan used a shovel to shovel a shovel of soil in the hole, and greeted her and said, "Smell if this smells like a corpse."

Qi Xiu sniffed for a long time, and his brows gradually frowned, "Huh? There is no this..." This time, even though she was slow, she looked puzzled, "Can it be that group of people who buried the master while I was secretly digging it out."

It seemed unlikely. She buried her master and left for a moment and came back. She stayed by the grave all night, but there was no abnormality. After one night, the stench of the corpse would be soaked in the soil.

"Qixiu." Li Qianfan carefully used the words and tried to make the words tactful, "Have you ever thought that your master might have been gone a long time ago."

"I've been away very early." Qi Xiu was so sad that he mentioned this.

"I'm not saying that that is not here, I'm saying..." Li Qianfan sighed, "There is no corpse in the grave. Are you sure your master is really dead?"

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The trailer for the next chapter: Her last sentence was like a small stone, gently pouring into his heart lake, stirring up ripples, swaying, and unable to calm down for a long time
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