It was a large white lantern, swaying in the faint darkness as if it were floating.
The Fatty had sharp eyes. He stared toward the lantern, his expression shifting from doubt to delight as it drew closer. Only when he could make out the figure carrying it did he exclaim, "It's Li Bai! And... and Yao Shunyu!"
The lantern soon reached them, and two familiar faces appeared before everyone.
With time running out, Yao Shunyu had packed up Mr. Wu with brutal efficiency. He had simply wrapped the corpse in a quilt, tied it to his back with rope, and carried it the whole way, while Li Bai led the way with the lantern.
After helping set down Mr. Wu's corpse, Yao Shunyu gave everyone a wry smile, then dropped onto the ground. His chest heaved, and he was too exhausted to say another word.
This was no time for catching up. Luo Tianhe pulled back the quilt and, together with Yuan Shanyuan, prepared to return Mr. Wu's corpse to the tomb. But suddenly, Luo Tianhe stopped.
He seemed to have noticed something important. After laying the corpse on the ground, he actually reached out to touch Mr. Wu's face, then his forehead, the top of his head, and the back of his skull.
"Mr. Luo, hurry!" Li Bai urged. They had rushed the corpse here as fast as they could and made it in time. If they had been late, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
At that, Luo Tianhe stopped hesitating. He quickly pushed the corpse through the entrance and into the tomb. Then everyone performed a perfunctory few rites before filling in the entrance with rubble and soil.
By the time they finished, the horizon was just beginning to pale.
Lin Qianqian took several deep breaths. Only