Doomsday Fortress

Zhang Fei ignored his aching neck, picked up his rifle, and pointed it in the direction of the sound.

Wang Yi Mu Ran got up, waved his hand, and signaled the two of them not to act rashly, and listened carefully.

"Chang, Cang, Cang,

There is no sound from time to time, time heavy and slow. Although there is no rhythm, Wang Yi can be sure that it is a human voice.

"Zhang Fei and I went to see, Yang Ze stayed here and looked at Li Hu."

Wang Yi said in a low voice, and walked towards the forest where the sound came from. Zhang Fei shook his rifle tightly, and Yibu followed Wang Yi. If something abnormal is found, Zhang Fei is ready to shoot at any time. .

The two slowly entered the woods, and the sound of the sound became clearer and clearer, until Wang Yi dialed the bushes in front of him and saw that slender figure was digging something on the ground with a dagger in hand.

"Brother Yi, it's Xiao Xiangya!"

Zhang Fei immediately exclaimed when he saw the figure, but he did not interrupt Xiao Xiangya who was digging intently.

Although there was still some distance, Wang Yi saw the mountaineering bag beside Xiao Xiangya at a glance, because the mountaineering bag was too obvious. The gray and black exposed from the open bag should be the ashes of the poor child.

Signaling Zhang Fei to go back, Wang Yi got out of the woods and walked slowly behind Xiao Xiangya.

"When did you come here."

Wang Yi's deep voice made Xiao Xiangya's thin body pause.

"The sun hasn't risen yet."

A weak voice came, Xiao Xiangya did not stop the movement of her hands, it seemed that she felt that the speed of digging the dagger was too slow, Xiao Xiangya put the dagger aside, and put her bare hands in the pit that had been broken through the hard surface. Dig it up.

The soil was mixed with blood stains and was held out by Xiao Xiangya. The wound on her finger did not affect Xiao Xiangya's movements, and she did not even wrinkle her brows, as if her hands were not hers.

Wang Yi sighed from the bottom of his heart when he looked at the moving figure, no matter what, this woman is a mother after all.

Taking off the camouflage uniform on his upper body, Wang Yi stepped into the not deep pit with naked and strong muscles.

"You take a break and let me come."

Regardless of Xiao Xiangya's expression, she squeezed Xiao Xiangya aside, Wang Yi also held the dirt with both hands.

A handful, little by little.

The rough palms took away the moist soil. After a while, Wang Yi dug out a deep pit nearly one meter square with a calf depth.

During this period, Xiao Xiangya hadn't moved, and sat blankly beside the pit, with a touch of sadness in her eyes, moving with Wang Yi's figure.

"Okay, give her... to me."

Wang Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead and stretched out his arm to Xiao Xiangya. Wang Yi continued to dig this dirt pit and it was enough to bury the small mountaineering bag.

"Thank you."

Xiao Xiangya looked at Wang Yi's stretched out hand covered with mud, tears burst into her eyes instantly, she whispered thank you, hugged the mountain bag beside her, sobbing constantly.

"Child, woo... Mom, mom can't accompany you... You will be in heaven from now on, sure, you must be happy."

Xiao Xiangya couldn't talk about it anymore, she hugged the mountain bag in her arms tightly, and kept wailing.

Wang Yi's face was without joy and worry. He calmly looked at the woman who was about to collapse. Tears had already gathered into a river, intertwined with the gray dirt on his face.

It has nothing to do with ugliness, only endless maternal love.

But what can Wang Yi do now? Give this poor mother a strong arm, and coldly say to her, "Your child is dead, and it's useless for you to cry. This is a fact. You should do it in the face of the next life."

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Wang Yi had no choice in either. Wang Yi knew that the mountaineering bag full of ashes could be buried in mud, but maternal love could not be blocked by anything in the world.

He was crying, his throat was dumb, his eyes were red and swollen, and tears were running out.

Xiao Xiangya stopped crying, stretched out her hand and wiped vigorously on her face, trying to wipe away the remaining tears, but brought the dirt on her hand to her face.

"Wang, Wang Yi, please bury her well, she is afraid of cold, she, she is afraid of loneliness."

Xiao Xiangya handed the mountaineering bag in her arms to Wang Yi's hand, but she tugged hard and did not dare to let go.

How could Wang Yi not know that she was afraid, afraid that once she was buried, she would never see her in her entire life.

Separation and Farewell are only one word difference, but the result is completely different.

Since Farewell cannot be changed, Wang Yi has to be a villain.

Breaking away the pale fingers, Wang Yi, regardless of Xiaoxiangyu's cry, resolutely put the mountaineering bag full of ashes in the pit.

"Buy her. If you don't want your daughter to be in this world, the last trace will disappear, just set up a home for her, don't let her bear the wind and sun."

Wang Yi grabbed Xiao Xiangya's damaged shoulder and stared at the dodge eyes.

It was not until Xiao Xiangya nodded slowly that Wang Yi released his hands and left alone.

Zhang Fei and Zhang Fei were sitting beside the tent smoking cigarettes boredly, and Zhang Fei asked hurriedly when Wang Yi walked over in mud.

"Brother Yi, how did you do this, then Xiao Xiangya...

Wang Yi shook his head and interrupted Zhang Fei.

"I remember that there was a thick piece of wood in the firewood you brought back yesterday. You can find it for me."

Zhang Fei was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't know what Wang Yi meant, he walked to the pile of firewood with doubts and started toss.

The deep pit has been buried, except that the fresh soil is still telling, a young soul was once buried here.

Xiao Xiangya expressionlessly, holding the collected stones, gently placing them on the soil.

It was a smiling face, her favorite pattern.

"Wow!

Wang Yi's strong figure separated the bushes, holding a machete in one hand and the log on his shoulder in the other. Wang Yi walked behind Xiao Xiangya.

Xiao Xiangya set the last stone, her smiley face was intact, and she looked back at Wang Yi. The sharp machete and thick log made Xiao Xiangya's eyes a glimmer of doubt.

Wang Yi immediately stood the log on the ground, clenched the machete with both hands, and drew a dangerous arc in the air.

"Crack!

With a crisp sound, the log with the thickness of the human leg opened, and the thick machete slashed across the center of the log. Wang Yi stooped to pick up half of the log and asked Xiao Xiangya who was puzzled.

"What's her name?"

Xiao Xiangya also knew what Wang Yi meant at this time, sighed and said quietly.

"She, her name is Xiaoyinger."

Like Xiao Xiangya, her last name is Xiao.

Wang Yi nodded, sharpened the bottom of the half log, and then lay it flat on the ground. With his right hand, he drew out the dagger that Yang Ze was coming from. Wang Yi did not hesitate at all, and hit the palm of his left hand with a knife.

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