The simple funeral was presided over by Lao Zhang, the Convoy Supervisor.
Everyone dug a hole in the sweet potato field and buried Zhuo Fujiao.
There was no coffin, no gravestone.
Just a mound of earth with three stones weighing it down.
Three brief minutes of silence, and that was that.
Nobody said much.
In the apocalypse, any one of them might die the very next second.
The sight stirred everyone's grief, leaving them a little melancholy.
It was just that-
"Compared to dying at human hands, running into the Eerie is easier to stomach," someone said quietly.
Those savages were humans too.
Yet they had been such animals.
They truly deserved to die.
Yang Yong had not left those savages' corpses intact.
He shook the Three-Yang God-Sealing Banner-
All the souls within the savages' corpses present were completely absorbed.
Their souls were scattered into oblivion.
He had not even left them a chance at reincarnation.
As for the flesh and blood of those savages' corpses-
Yang Yong had not wasted any of that either.
He extended his arm, letting the Nine Nether Yuanchen White Bone Ring lightly touch the corpses-
Their flesh and blood were devoured in an instant. Not even bone fragments remained, only black stains on the ground.
Only after all of this was done-
Did the White-Clothed Love Letter Ghost, who had not appeared at all until then, drift over from the distant mist.
She wore a long white dress, her face indistinct, and held a yellowed love letter in her hands, offering it to Yang Yong.
Yang Yong took it, looked at it, and nodded.
Then he turned to Cao Xianming beside him and handed him the love letter.
Cao Xianming took it and looked-
It showed where those savages were hiding.
In fact, their