On the edge of the cliff in the southwest corner of the island, facing the vast lake, a square platform was set up with branches as thick as a cup mouth. Wang Fan gently placed Old Wu on the square platform.

Today, Wang Fan changed his usual casual demeanor and asked Yuhan to give him a shiny bald head. He also asked for a monk's robe from Lan Qing. Although for Wang Fan, Lan Qing's monk's robe was naturally a bit too small.

, but it’s better than nothing. This is the last journey for Mr. Wu to send off to Tai. Wang Fan doesn’t want to take it casually, especially for the Dai people, the funeral ceremony is also a big deal.

Wang Fan got off the square platform, sat cross-legged beside the firewood, spread out his Heart Sutra, and struck the wooden fish. He wanted to personally recite the Sutra for Old Man Wu.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has been practicing deep Prajnaparamita for a long time..." The only thing Lan Qing has here is this "Paramitana Heart Sutra". Wang Fan knows that Old Man Wu won't mind. Lan Qing also sat down behind Wang Fan

, murmuring chants to Old Man Wu together.

Wang Fan shed two lines of tears as he thought about it. The scenes of getting along with Old Man Wu were replayed in his mind.

Wang Fan accidentally inherited Old Man Wu's poison and was poisoned. In order to help Wang Fan detoxify, Old Man Wu kidnapped Liang Xinyi and went up the mountain, thus making Xinyi pregnant with Wang Fan's child... In order to help Xiangxiang cure her illness

, and Wang Fan traveled thousands of miles to the Kingdom of Bhutan to collect medicine... Along the way, the two have formed a deep relationship like a father and son...

"Master..." Wang Fan shouted. This was the first time he called Old Man Wu this way. He knew that what Old Man Wu longed for most was to wait for this call from him. He had been waiting for a long time, but now no matter how many times Wang Fan shouted,

, but he could no longer hear it.

"Master..." Gragg, with his arm wrapped in bandages, knelt down in front of the platform and burst into tears. This sturdy mountain hunter was now crying into tears. "Master, you shouldn't have beaten me into the water.

, this way I can help you resist for a while...Master, you shouldn't have asked me to come back to report the news. Without the boat, you won't even have the last escape route..."

Although Wang Fan never asked about what happened that day, from the previous few fights, for Old Man Wu, who could only achieve seven or eight successes with his opponent's ability, Wang Fan could imagine how tragic the situation was.

Know.

Xiangxiang held a bunch of wild flowers picked from the mountain and placed them gently next to Old Man Wu. "Grandpa Wu..." Xiangxiang was already in tears. Although she had only been in contact with Old Man Wu for the shortest time, she said, "Grandpa Wu..."

But from Old Man Wu, she saw the shadow of the old man who took her and her brother in before. Thinking of the carefree days with her brother in Futian, she naturally felt kind. In Xiangxiang's eyes, Old Man Wu had a special affection for her.

The continuation of the old man’s thoughts on nurturing.

Then Liu Jun presented flowers with the support of Meng Roujing, and then Du Yue'e and the others...

Bunches of flowers of various colors are clustered around the square platform. They are caressed by the lake breeze and look particularly charming against the lake. This is very different from the old man Wu lying quietly on the square platform.

On the contrary, he has been aloof and alone all his life. Perhaps he himself never thought that on this day, he would be sent off by so many people.

Liaomu took a bucket of gasoline and silently placed it next to Wang Fan.

Wang Fan slowly raised his head, took a deep breath, wiped the tears from his face, unscrewed the lid of the oil drum, held the oil drum and poured it carefully around the square platform, then he jumped onto the platform,

Silently, he took one last look at Old Man Wu's face and poured the remaining gasoline on Old Man Wu and the branches around him.

Wang Fan jumped off the platform and took the torch handed over by Gedamu. Without looking back, Wang Fan threw the torch onto the platform.

"Boom!" The branches doused with gasoline quickly ignited into a raging fire, covering the body of old man Wu lying on the platform.

Wang Fan tore off the monk's robe with one hand and threw it into the air. The bright red firelight illuminated the scars exposed on Wang Fan's body, making them look particularly ferocious.

From the moment he threw away the monk's robe, Wang Fan was no longer the Wang Fan he used to be. Old Wu's aloofness and unruliness, along with Old Wu's soul, had been integrated into Wang Fan's body. From then on,
Chapter completed!