After successfully treating the injuries of the two women, Huang Jun dispersed his energy and glanced at the battle scene again.
The originally flat top of the mountain had now become a mess. Beside the huge pit, lay broken corpses. The blood dyed the ground red, making it look very thrilling.
"Oh, it's really not worth it to mess with such a small thing." Huang Jun said with emotion.
"Am I dead?" Wei Shantong suddenly opened her eyes and asked in a low voice.
"He died, and his soul went to the underworld." Huang Jun replied casually.
As Wei Shantong woke up, Aofeng also moved his fingers. It seemed that his life was fine.
"Look at her, don't let her commit suicide out of shame."
Huang Jun gave Wei Shantong instructions, walked down to the rooftop, quickly came to Ma Fan, and said, "Where is the headquarters of the Flying Eagle Sect?"
"Do you want to take revenge?" Ma Fan turned around and asked as he collected the corpses of his companions.
Huang Jun nodded, with a cold light in his eyes: "These bastards bully me endlessly, and I feel itchy if I don't ask them for an explanation."
Ma Fan glanced at him: "You'd better not go. You've seen the strength of Zha Meng who came today. The five above are masters, and they are usually like dragons. If you go, you will lose."
For life’s sake.”
Huang Jun didn't believe it when he heard this: "Are they so strong? Doesn't it mean that just a few of them can dominate the entire Origin Star?"
Ma Fan looked at him helplessly: "You don't understand the state of mind of a master. After a person has grown to a certain level, who can still be like a few ordinary people? What they are pursuing now is no longer power and interests. It's this."
Ma Fan knocked his head.
"Spiritual pursuit?" Huang Jun guessed.
Ma Fan nodded: "That's it. It seems that not only them, but also you are like this. Are you interested in bullying ordinary people now?"
Huang Jun rolled his eyes: "I'm not that interested, and there's no sense of accomplishment at all."
"That's it." Ma Fan shrugged.
The School of Controlling Electricity was attacked, and many people died. Even their memories could not be collected, and it was even impossible to resurrect them.
The group of people observed silence on the mountain for a long time before going down the mountain.
"What are you going out here for? Is it worth it?" Huang Jun asked Ma Fan while carrying Wei Shantong on his back.
Ma Fan shook his head: "Some things cannot be measured by value at all. According to the usual saying, this is the trajectory of life."
Huang Jun still felt uncomfortable: "They died a bit unfairly."
Ma Fan shook his head again: "If you were climbing a mountain and were pecked out by a bird, would you say it was unfair or not?"
Huang Jun sighed and said nothing in response.
Everyone returned to the car and rushed back. Looking at the empty carriage, Huang Jun felt sad at the same time. Some people couldn't understand why people were alive. Luan Fangting said before that the reason why people live is to witness their own survival trajectory and to be satisfied.
curiosity.
Huang Jun felt that it made sense before, but now he is not sure.
Huang Jun sighed helplessly. He leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.
It was already late at night when the school bus rushed back to Yudian School, and the entire campus was quiet.
Huang Jun pulled Wei Shantong out of the car and left the campus directly.
The two checked into the hotel again, but they were no longer interested in being intimate.
"Huang Jun, I almost died today. I want to go home and see my grandpa." Wei Shantong leaned against Huang Jun and whispered.
"Yeah" Huang Jun nodded: "I'll be with you. The study here is over and it's time for me to leave."
After a night of silence, Huang and Jun ate breakfast and rushed to the School of Controlling Electricity to bid farewell to Ma Fan.
Ma Fan did not hesitate and agreed immediately, and also reminded: "When you come back when you have time, Lord Black Heart will probably come over."
Huang Jun nodded, and then took Wei Shantong by car to the airport.
The flight took off from the Nanyang Continent, passed through the thunder and lightning area, and rushed directly to the north of the origin star.
Wei Shantong's grandfather belongs to the Tianji School and lives on Tianji Peak. The longitude and latitude there are subtropical, and the temperature is neither high nor low.
Huang Jun and Wei Shantong did not rush over directly, but stopped at the fire school's station.
Holding Wei Shantong's hand and walking on the street, looking at the red buildings on both sides of the street, Huang Jun once again thought of Luan Fangting, the girl who had had quarrels and quarrels and died suddenly.
Thinking of her, Huang Jun's expression turned gloomy.
"Where is the person you are talking about?" Wei Shantong looked at Huang Jun's face and asked carefully.
Huang Jun glanced at the road ahead and said in a low voice: "It's just below the Flame Peak."
Seeing that Huang Jun's mood was a little sad, Wei Shantong held his hand tightly and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be sad, everyone is bound to die."
Huang Jun shook his head: "I'm not sad, just a little uncomfortable. Many people died because of me, and I feel ashamed of them."
"This is fate, how can I blame you? Stop thinking about it," Wei Shantong said with concern.
Huang Jun nodded and walked forward without saying a word.
In the place where the battle once took place, nothing has changed, and the green belts on both sides of the road are still green.
Huang Jun led Wei Shantong into the green belt and slowly approached a grave.
"She was buried here and was attacked to death." Huang Jun looked at the tomb and said to Wei Shantong.
"Can she be resurrected?" Wei Shantong asked expectantly.
Huang Jun shook his head: "There is no point in resurrecting. She has lost all her memories. She is no longer her."
Wei Shantong nodded in understanding.
Huang Jun stared at the tomb for a long time, squatted down, picked up the soil, piled it on the tomb, and whispered: "Luan Fangting, I came to see you. I'm so sorry, I really shouldn't have taken you away.
. If it weren’t for me, nothing would happen to you.”
Wei Shantong listened to Huang Jun's words and touched him gently: "Don't be like this, she is already dead. You have fulfilled her long-cherished wish that she has not fulfilled, and her death is worth it."
Huang Jun nodded and said to the tomb: "I found a silly girl, not pretty, but with a good temper. I will love her well. I really want you to fall in love with me, but I don't have the ability to restore your memory.
…”
Boom!
Before Huang Jun finished speaking, something suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ground. The huge sound directly interrupted what Huang Jun was about to say.
Wei Shantong picked up the thing from the soil, looked at Huang Jun in surprise and said: "There are many memory cards. These things are enough to store hundreds of billions of trillions of content."
Huang Jun stepped forward curiously, took it over, and glanced at the sky.
When he lowered his head again, Huang Jun looked at the memory cards, his eyes widened suddenly, and he said with joy on his face: "Luan Fangting, this bitch, can survive, these are her memories."
As he spoke, Huang Jun handed the memory card to Wei Shantong and frantically picked up the grave.
Wei Shantong looked at Huang Jun's excited look and shook his head helplessly. He was so excited that he had to do things himself that could be done with just one thought.
After tearing open the entire tomb, Huang Jun searched around and was stunned.
There was nothing in the tomb, not even Luan Fangting's bones.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Huang Jun in a daze, Wei Shantong stepped forward and asked.
Huang Jun stood up, glanced at the memory cards thoughtfully, and said, "Let's go, find a place, and play the contents of the memory cards."
Wei Shantong had no doubt that he was there and hurriedly followed Huang Jun out. (To be continued...)
