Wang Fan looked at Lan Qing, who was standing on the shore in a monk's robe, "Okay, Master, the safety here depends entirely on you." Among all the people, Lan Qing, Old Man Wu and Wang were the ones with the highest martial arts skills.

Fan, now that Wang Fan and Old Man Wu are not on the island, they can only leave it to Lan Qing.

"Don't worry, just come back as soon as possible." Lan Qing still spoke so calmly, without any expression.

Wang Fan gritted his teeth, jumped into the boat, rowed the oars, and headed straight for Old Man Wu's island.

When he was still far away, he saw a wisp of thick black smoke rising from the island, and Wang Fan's heart was already in his throat. As he got closer, the hut built by Old Man Wu on the island was ablaze.

The fire turned the surrounding lakes red.

Before the boat could stop, Wang Fan had already jumped onto the island and sprinted towards the hut.

"Woof woof woof," several dog barks drew Wang Fan's attention to an open space next to the hut. Around the corner of the hut that blocked his view, a half-sized yellow dog was dragging it hard with its teeth.

Old Man Wu's collar was trying to drag him away from the blazing fire. But Old Man Wu turned sideways and let the yellow dog drag him without making any movement.

"Old man, old man..." Wang Fan ran forward and straightened Old Man Wu's body. The first thing Wang Fan saw was a gleaming military thorn piercing into Old Man Wu's heart.

The body is already a little stiff...

"Old man..." Wang Fan roared with grief and anger, and tears immediately poured down from his eyes...

The boat was gliding slowly on the lake. There was no wind on the huge lake. Although it was still morning, the sun was very strong today, and the heat was scorching. There was no sound on the lake, not even the birds.

Children don't come out to look for food at this time.

Wang Fan numbly held Old Wu's stiff body and sat in front of him. The little yellow dog that Xiangxiang called "Xiao Huang" stood quietly at Old Wu's feet, as if waiting for Old Wu to wake up at any time.

...everything was silent.

Yuhan carefully rowed behind the boat, biting her lips with two rows of silver teeth, trying not to cry out. She also didn't dare to make the sound of splashing water. She knew that Wang Fan was now

She was in a bad mood, and she was afraid that the sound of water would arouse Wang Fan's irritability.

It is true that Old Man Wu is not a lovable old man. He has been conceited, aloof, and domineering all his life. He has never looked down upon anyone. He is arbitrary and does things according to his own preferences. He never follows any rules or morals and does not care about anyone.

feelings, so few people like him in his life. But there is one thing, his kindness to Wang Fan and his doting on Wang Fan are all genuine, without any cover-up or pretense. This is everything.

Everyone recognized it, and this alone was enough to make Yuhan and the others shed tears for him.

The small boat carried Old Man Wu and Xiao Huang and quietly landed on the shore. A group of people on the island were already waiting on the shore. Looking at Wang Fan's dull expression, everyone understood what had happened.

He stood with his hands down, surrounded by only the sound of deep weeping.

Wang Fan hugged Old Man Wu's body and walked all the way towards the southwest of the island, stopping only when he reached the end of the southwest edge.

"Yuhan, according to the practices of our Dai people, what should we do next?" Wang Fan suddenly opened his mouth and asked Yuhan in a hoarse voice.

"Usually, they are cremated first and the bones are dried, and then they are finally brought back to the Dai family for burial."
Chapter completed!