Infrastructure: I survive in troubled times

Chapter 110 Vitality (five more)

Everything was ready, and all the bodies were placed on piles of pyre.

All the people, men and women, young and old, were standing around the pyre, looking sad and sad!More of a monstrous hatred in his eyes.

Han Jhanhu stood in front of the pyre and finished his eulogy with sonorous force!
After reading the eulogy, the game and the prepared paper money from hunting were thrown into the fire first.

"Ignite!" Chen Zhongyuan and the others took torches and lit the piles of firewood.

The light of the fire rose suddenly, a crackling sound sounded, and the red sparks kept bursting and flying.

Hao Laosan walked around the flames with heavy steps, shouting rude horns, and everyone joined in, his voice soaring into the sky, solemn, solemn, shocking, and extremely penetrating, sending everyone a final ride.

The sound of the horn carries a strange melody, the tone is sonorous and powerful, and the tail is elongated, like a golden horse, hitting the eardrum.

The golden flame jumped higher and higher, and Hao Laosan's voice kept rising, like thunder.

Hong Lianshuo really didn't understand the horn's accent, but it didn't prevent him from feeling its crude beauty!

Although it was a funeral, Hong Lianshuo felt a burning and unyielding vitality.

The sound of the horn was thick and neat, and it was difficult to hide their sadness. More people walked behind Hao Laosan, watching their relatives who were swallowed up by the flames, one person's last journey, and another journey with others.

Life and death are life and death, and life is used to decorate death!
The sound of heavy footsteps, the sound of footsteps, seemed to smash the ground.

One by one, watching the flames burn everything, the body trembled slightly, and unconsciously, the face was wet, the eyes were blocked by salty tears, and the eyes were hazy.

Hong Lianshuo hugged his son, his face glowing red from the firelight, the aftermath of his eyes glanced at the immature faces left and right, there was no sadness, but there was maturity and perseverance not commensurate with his age.

The flames rose into the sky, dyed the sky red, competing with the sun breaking through the clouds.

This rough and loud trumpet sound is creepy, invigorating, and multiplied. It is impossible to let go and let go.

Suddenly, there was a majestic and overwhelming momentum between heaven and earth.

The sound of the trumpet, the mournful and long-lasting, high-pitched and vigorous is to cleanse the heart, and long-lasting thoughts are surging.

People suddenly gave birth to a solemn quiet and moving.

Cremation is sad, not even a whole corpse is left after death, and this strong trumpet, in the desolate tone, bursts out a strong vigorous vitality.

It is a touch of life filled with the breath of life to comfort the living and bid farewell to the deceased.

The chants stopped, and Mr. Hao's voice was hoarse. All the people present bowed to thank him, and sent their relatives away in a dignified manner, so that those who survived had the strength to live again.

The sky was gradually getting dark, and the raging fire was still burning, dyeing the dark sky red.

Hong Wangyue tugged at the hem of Hong Lianshuo's clothes, "Mother."

"What's wrong?" Hong Lianshuo looked down at him and said, "I'm hungry."

In addition to eating something in the morning, padding the stomach, almost a day without a drop of water.

"No!" Hong Wangyue shook his head slightly, looked at her with red eyes and said, "Mother, when are we going to kill Yidi!"

Hong Lianshuo looked at him in astonishment when he heard the words, and raised his eyes to look at the other people on the left and right with the same hatred in their eyes.

"You're all so eager to take revenge!" Hong Lianshuo's dark eyes looked at each and every one of them.

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