The fat spider impatiently wanted to crawl away with the glass bead in his arms.
I hate it, don’t poke my butt! I don’t want to pee!
Ming Lanruo chuckled, held up her chin lazily, and touched a few bristles on Dahuang's forehead.
Dahuang was so excited that all eight of his paws were spread out, and all eight red eyes narrowed in comfort.
Ah, that's pretty much it, the witch should serve this Spider King!
Next time he won't pluck her hair!
...
The carriage soon arrived at a deserted village. There was no one else in the village, only a few old men guarding the tombs.
On the mountain behind the village, just like other small villages, there are tombs behind the mountain, but there are only twenty tombs on this mountain.
In front of the tomb there are only a series of unmarked steles.
But today, all the people standing in front of these twenty wordless monuments are the red-blooded backbone who secretly dispersed from Ming Fei's Mansion.
Although they were disguised in different appearances, everyone looked solemn.
Grandma Wang carried a bucket of wine and a spoon to pour wine on the graves one by one, chattering all the way.
"It's been a long time since I've been here to see my old friends. I think everyone misses them very much."
Ming Lanruo also came here for the first time and saw these twenty tombs——
There are a total of twenty Route Army troops in the Red Blood Army. Currently, half of them are buried in the border areas, and the other half have been forced to move in hiding and dispersed into eighteen provinces, hiding their names.
Only Aunt Wang and her people were left to quietly set up a memorial for her former colleagues in the army, and quietly buried the few relics she could collect in it.
Now, in front of the tomb, there is an altar with a sharp heavy sword on it, which is the Huntian Sword of Xiao Shuai, the spiritual leader of Red Blood.
It was also a relic that Ming Lanruo used to use a trick to burn down the black market and snatch it back.
She took out a white cloth strip and said calmly: "At the ceremony!"
All the people standing in front of the tomb raised their hands and tied the plain white cloth strips on their foreheads.
In front of the altar, Ming Lanruo, dressed in plain clothes, took three pillars of incense and raised them above her head: "Bow!"
Everyone bowed in unison to pay homage to those red-blooded comrades who were buried at the border twenty years ago and no bones left!
Joining my Red Blood Army, we are all brothers and sisters, sharing the joys and sorrows!
"Bow down again!" Ming Lanruo bowed down again.
Everyone bowed again, this time to pay homage to the blood, tears and injustices of the past.
"Three bows!" Ming Lanruo stood up and shouted again.
This last bow is a tribute to the ambition that neither time nor conspiracy can conceal, and never give up!
Everyone's eyes turned red, and they stared intently at taking the wordless tablet.
Ming Lanruo took the wine glass handed over by Grandma Wang and poured it in front of the tombstone.
"Grandfather Xiao Shuai is on top, and the comrades of the Twenty Red Blood Army who died in vain are on top. Ming Lanruo is here to lead the orphans of the Red Blood Army to pay homage to the Red Blood heroes!"
"Twenty years ago, the three armies marched together, and tens of thousands of horses went to the border, marching vigorously and drinking heavily. Today, Lan Ruo and his comrades from the eighteen provinces reunited in front of the Legion's cenotaph, and swore an oath——"
Ming Lanruo was dressed in men's clothing, his eyes were cold and firm, and he spoke authentically every word.
"We, the survivors, must rectify the name of our Red Blood Legion - you are all heroes who protect your home and country, not a defeated army!!"
The people behind her all wore white mourning on their heads, and all knelt down on one knee with tears in their eyes——
"Darkness is coming, and I will slash my red blood in front of millions of people. My blood will splash on the sky and the earth, and I will not retreat until I die!"
Sad and suppressed cries slowly spread through the mountains and forests.
Ming Lanruo raised her hand gently, and paper money was scattered all over the sky.
She held the Huntian Sword placed on the altar and looked coldly at the paper money all over the sky.
"If the hero's soul is still here and returns, and all the kings are watching from the sky, I will sacrifice the head of the faint king to my relatives of the Xiao family and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who died in vain!!"
