"Huh?" After hearing the question from Yuhuang, the white-haired old man suddenly stopped and hesitated slightly. He continued his movements, while engraving the inscription, while silently speaking, "I am engraving the inscription for one of my old friends, a comrade in my most respected comrades..."

"Old friend? Comrade-in-arms?" Hearing this, Emperor Yu frowned and looked around. He was looking for the "Old friend" and "Comrade-in-arms" mentioned by the white-haired old man, because, in his opinion, even if the old friend of the old man died, there should be a corpse, and he wanted to see it.

But soon he was disappointed because he didn't find it...

Looking up, the surroundings were empty. Within sight, except for the white-haired old man and a white jade tablet in front of him, there was only a lonely deep pit and a jade-like white jade coffin.

Originally, the old friend mentioned by the white-haired old man should be in the coffin, but in fact, there was nothing in it, it was empty, and where was the corpse traced?

Seeing this, the originally frowning eyebrows of the Emperor Yu couldn't help but frown deeper. He was puzzled and didn't understand why the coffin was empty?

"Senior, why is the white jade coffin empty? Where is the 'old friend' you just mentioned?" After hesitating for a moment, the Yu Emperor finally asked, because he wanted to know what was going on?

How to bury without a corpse? Could it be that an empty tomb should be built?

"Where is my old friend?" Hearing this, the white-haired old man stopped the movement in his hand again, calmed slightly for a while, and suddenly frowned, and suddenly looked into the distance, saying sadly: "To be honest, I want to know, I also want to know where my old friend is? Where is my most respected comrade in the army?"

"What?" Hearing this, the Yuhuang opened his bloody eyes and said in surprise: "Senior, you don't know where your old friend is?"

"Yes, I don't know, I don't know where he is now?" He looked at the Feather Emperor deeply, and the old man with white hair shook his head and sighed: "Not only that, I don't know, how is he...? Is he alive? Or is he already no longer alive?"

Speaking of this, it seemed as if I suddenly thought of something. The old man with white hair took a long breath and continued, "My friend, do you know why I am here? Or do you know what the real meaning of my existence here?"

Hearing this, the Emperor Yu frowned, lowered his head and calmed down, and finally shook his head helplessly. He didn't know, he couldn't think of it...

"The reason why I am here is that I have two purposes. One is to wait, waiting for the return of my old friend and comrade-in-arms?" The white-haired old man frowned and said quietly.

"Waiting... The old friend returns?" Hearing this, the Yuhuang looked stunned, thought for a while, and continued to ask: "Senior, what about another purpose?"

"Another purpose?" Hearing this, the old man with white hair made a slight sign. After a moment, he slowly turned around and silently looked at the dead woods behind him. To be precise, he should have looked at the countless tombs and tombstones buried in the dead woods, and said with a deep face:

"One of my other purpose of existence here is to bury, bury my former comrades, let their souls return to their hometown and sleep in this homeland forever."

"Myanming comrades?" Hearing this, Emperor Yu was stunned at first. After a moment, he seemed to suddenly think of something. He suddenly turned around and looked at the dead woods behind him. His eyes widened and said in disbelief: "Senior, as you said, all you are buried here... are your comrades."

"Yes, they are all my former comrades..." The white-haired old man nodded, his voice very low.

"All of them were buried by you alone?" Yu Huang asked blankly with his mouth wide open.

"Yes..." The old man with white hair nodded again and said in a leisurely voice: "They were all buried by me alone, and their tombstones were also carved by me alone...."

"Hiss!" Hearing this, the Yu Emperor took a breath of air and stayed there completely.

The old man's voice was very light, very light, and the wind was light, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

However, it was completely different to the Emperor Yu’s ears. From his tone, what the Emperor Yu’s hearing was not the relationship between the wind and clouds, but the endless vicissitudes, heartache and sadness.

Can you not be sad? Can you not be heartbroken?

The suffering in the world is the separation of life and death. The most painful thing in the world is to ruin it with your own hands and say goodbye to your closest relatives and friends.

Such pain, once you experience it, it will be heart-wrenching and will be remembered forever. What's more, the old man in front of him faced not only the last time, but the two separations of life and death, but thousands of times...

In the dead woods, the tomb is full of worlds. A tomb is one of his former comrades-in-arms, a tombstone, and the inscription on it is his remembrance and farewell to his comrades-in-arms, and it is even more unspeakable pain.

Outside the woods, the Emperor Yu stood in a daze, and was stunned for a moment, looking quietly at the tombs and tombstones that were unknown. At this moment, he seemed to have seen the old man with white hair, crying sadly, facing the sunset every day, facing the dusk, engraving inscriptions again and again, burying old friends.

At this moment, the Yu Emperor kept thinking about how he felt when the white-haired old man buried his comrades again and again?

He couldn't imagine what it felt like? But what is certain is that it must be extremely painful.

And this can be seen from the eyes of the white-haired old man...

To be honest, just when I saw the eyes of the white-haired old man for the first time, the Yuhuang's mind was trembling. Of course, this tremor was not because of fear, but because of shock, too shock...

He had never seen that look. What kind of vicissitudes was it? What kind of sadness? It seemed like despair, heartache, indifference, and sadness. It gave people the feeling that it was full of holes in his heart. It was obviously very painful, but it was still crying without tears...

My heart is in pain, but the tears have dried up. I want to cry but have no tears, but I want to tell but I am speechless.

"By the way, senior, didn't you just say that you have been waiting for your old friend to return? Since now, why are you engraving an inscription for him? Are you not waiting for him?" At this time, he seemed to have thought of something. Looking at the cemetery not far away, the white-haired old man who was stunned and lost, the Yuhuang suddenly spoke and changed the topic.

At this moment, he could clearly feel the grief in the old man with white hair. He hoped that through his own question, he could divert the old man's attention and recover from his sadness.

What a pity, Yuhuang’s idea is good, but what did he do to backfire...

After hearing the question of Yuhuang, the old man with white hair not only did not recover from his sadness, but became even more heartbroken...

"It's not that I haven't waited, it's that I can't wait, because he is no longer in the world..." The white-haired old man shook his head, with endless sadness in his voice.

"Not in the world anymore? Senior, how did you affirm it?" Hearing this, the Yu Emperor was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise on his face.

"At that time, after he left for the last time, I asked him for a trace of soul to be able to sense his life and death. However, just a few days ago, I suddenly couldn't feel his breath..." The white-haired old man said quietly.

After saying that, the old man with white hair stopped talking, immediately raised the hammer in his hand and carved the inscription intent with concentration.

This time, the Yu Emperor did not disturb him anymore. He just stood by, quietly without saying a word...

Soon after, the tombstone was carved, and nine large characters were clearly engraved on the white jade stele: "There is no better place to return to the tomb."

After carving the tombstone, the next step was to bury. Before coming to the white jade coffin, the white-haired old man hesitated, then took out a bloody coat and put it in.

That is, his old friend, Mo Rugui's blood-clothing. Now that the body is not there, he can only build a tomb of clothes.

Half a day later.

There was a coffin around, and there was also a deep pit on the ground, but there was an additional tomb from then on, which was the tomb of the mysterious ancient heroic soul, no more than to go back.

"Wugui, my brother, when I parted, what I feared the most was today, but I never thought that this day would come after all..." At this moment, the white-haired old man could no longer help crying, his voice was heartbreaking...

"Wugui, where are you? Where are you? How can I find you? In the past, in the war, everyone except you, all the bodies were killed in battle, and all the bones of everyone were sent back one by one by you, but... But now, who can collect the body for you? Who can bring your bones back to your hometown with you? My brother..."

Next to the tombstone, the Emperor Yu stood silently, looking at the old man who was crying like a child. His heart was filled with mixed feelings, including vibration, sadness, and endless touching.

I am moved by the deep affection between the white-haired old man and his comrades-in-arms, and sad by the mysterious hero named Mo Wugui...

What kind of sadness is that a person fights for the world and for the people of the future generations, but in the end, no one can collect the body for it?

"By the way, brother, my brother, wait for me, wait for me..." At this time, it seemed that he had thought of something. The white-haired old man suddenly stopped crying, took out a white jade monument again, picked it up again, and carved the inscription on it...

"Hmm?" Yu Huang frowned, looking puzzled. He didn't understand who the old man was engraving the inscription for at this moment? However, despite this, he did not ask this time.

This time, the old man moved very quickly because he only engraved two words: "Looking back".

After carving the tombstone, the old man with white hair immediately took out a white jade coffin. Then, he took out some clothes and put them in... (To be continued)
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