"Have the funeral arrangements for the folks been arranged?"
"The arrangements have been made, and everything that should be buried has been buried. They will be buried in the back mountain, and they can be held together to pay homage in the future. The old people in the village said they would sing a big opera... but we haven't found anyone who can sing the opera yet." Huang Youan said.
He replied that he was responsible for handling this matter.
Tang Bandi glanced at the old man and said, "If you can't find it, I'll find one."
"Thank you, brother." Huang Youan said.
He was worrying about this matter, but he didn't expect his elder brother to help him solve it all at once.
The old man's eyelids are bulging, you bastard, what I sing is a small song, not a big drama, how can it be used in that kind of situation?
Tang Bandit looked at Xiaopang again and asked, "Have all the bodies of the Flame Army been buried?"
"Buried it." Little Fatty smiled excitedly and said, "The fire was burning very hot, and it was sizzling... I used pine branches to burn it, and I also poured a lot of pine oil.
...It’s very fragrant when roasted, with a smell of pine nuts.”
"..."
Tang Bandit didn't want to talk about this heavy topic with Xiaopang, so he looked at the old man and asked: "Have the food and property brought back been distributed?"
"You brat, don't you trust me when I do things?" the old man said angrily.
He pointed at Phoenix and said: "She is watching from the side. No one can get one more point, and no one can get one less point. They are all divided according to the head of each household..."
"Didn't you say that whoever can report the predator organization's lair will be rewarded? But two guys identified it and actually brought back food and property... Even if they die, they won't be rewarded."
They have received enough and are willing to share it equally with everyone..."
The Tang bandits understood their thoughts. First, they had indeed received enough, and they would not be short of food or clothing in a short time. This was more than they had to work for for several years. Another important reason was that they were worried that they would not be short of food or clothing.
When the reward arrived, the Predator Organization and the Flame Shrine focused on revenge.
Although the Tang bandits have killed enough, there is no end to the robbers.
If we share the wealth together, don’t we have to bear the responsibilities together?
Tang Bandit was quite satisfied with the result.
This is a typical field where the soil is cut into pieces...
Neither the Fire Shrine nor the Raiders are involved in production, hunting, or growing food.
However, they have the largest amount of food stored in their base, and there are countless gold and silver treasures.
The common people who grow food and hunt have to save food or have nothing to eat, but they can eat as much as they want.
After all, they need to take good care of themselves and replenish their physical strength so that they can have strength when they go out to rob.
Vicious cycle.
Although this incident was caused by the Tang bandits, the Tang bandits wiped out the members of the Flame Shrine and the Predator Organization in the human gathering area of Henshan, which brought great benefits to all humans in the Henshan area.
The village where you live has been allocated food and wealth, and other villages will no longer be robbed and extorted by the Flame Shrine and the looter organization, at least for a short period of time.
Tang Bandit's eyes fell on Wang Tianlong, whose head was wrapped in gauze, and asked: "What are your plans?"
thump!
Wang Tianlong knelt down and said with a panic look on his face: "Brother, I will do whatever you want me to do...don't kill me, I have seniors and juniors..."
"Okay, okay, get up and talk." Tang Bandit said loudly. "The lines you use are all those I have used..."
Wang Tianlong carefully got up from the ground and said, "Brother, have you used it before? That's because I'm rude, I'll use another word..."
"Do you know why you are still alive?" Tang Bandit asked.
Wang Tianlong shook his head first, then nodded quickly and said, "Because my eldest brother is kind-hearted and doesn't care about past grudges, he spared my life..."
"A kindhearted person?" Tang Bandit squinted his eyes and smiled, and said, "Those brothers of yours don't think so."
"..."
Wang Tianlong did not dare to speak.
He knew what happened after he fainted. All his brothers were dead, the Flame Army was wiped out, and the Hatred Mountain gathering area of the Flame Shrine was uprooted...
He is no longer the refugee who handed him kebabs with a flattering look on his face, nor is he the young man who sent him away all the way with a choked voice so that he could play when he was free.
He is the god of death and the devil.
Can such a person be described as a kindhearted person?
"Because of your flame talisman, and also because of the words you said for us in front of Chen Hu." Tang Bandi looked at Wang Tianlong and explained: "You are not a bad person in nature, I am a person who does things
And it's very simple. Revenge for hatred, repay kindness for kindness. So, I didn't kill you."
"Thank you." Wang Tianlong replied in a dry voice.
"What are your plans next?"
"Plan?" Wang Tianlong thought for a while, but he didn't expect what he could do.
So he looked at Tang Bandit with sincerity and said, "I will do whatever big brother asks me to do..."
He is not smart, so he habitually leaves problems to smart people.
"You have stayed at the Flame Shrine for many years, so you have a relatively good understanding of this organization, right?" Tang Bandit asked.
Wang Tianlong knelt down again with a plop, and said in panic: "Brother, I didn't stay that long... and I didn't do anything bad. I admit, I took some food and drink from others.
Yes, some valuable things were easily found in my hands..."
"But I didn't kill innocent people, nor did I burn, kill, and loot like they did... Oh, I robbed, but I didn't burn or kill..."
"Okay, okay, I'm not a consul, and I'm not interested in your criminal history." Tang Bandit said angrily. This guy is a bit weak-tempered and timid. I don't know if he can complete the task he assigned. "I am
I want to ask you about the situation inside the Flame Shrine. If something like this happened at the Henshan Branch, do you think they will take revenge?"
"Retaliation?" Wang Tianlong thought for a moment and said, "I think so?"
"Then what's the solution?" Tang Bandit asked.
Wang Tianlong looked at Tang Bandit with wide eyes. He wondered if he had heard something wrong.
Brother, are you serious?
I am a team leader of the Flame Shrine. You want me to solve such a big problem?
How is this different from asking kindergarteners to solve trigonometric functions?
"Brother, this... I haven't thought about it well."
"Then when will you think about it?"
"I really don't think so... I actually don't know much about the internal structure of the Flame Shrine. I really can't say what kind of reaction they will make."
"What if you are asked to stay?" Tang Bandit looked at Wang Tianlong and said, "Stay at the Flame Shrine."
"What?" Wang Tianlong looked at Tang Bandit in surprise, did he want to stay?
"The Flame Shrine suffered heavy losses this time, and almost all the core members of the entire Henshan area were dead. At this time, your existence is particularly valuable." Tang Bandit looked at Wang Tianlong and said loudly: "They need to find someone
An old man, and someone who is familiar with the Henshan area...this candidate must be you."
"But...but..."
"Are you worried that they will doubt you?" Tang Bandit said with a smile: "This is indeed a problem. Your companions are dead, why are you still alive? If you don't solve this problem, your appearance will be quite dangerous. Not only
It’s difficult to get to the top, and I’m afraid my life may not be saved.”
"How to solve this problem?" Wang Tianlong asked aloud.
Tang Bandit looked at Wang Tianlong with great interest and asked, "Do you want to take a gamble?"
"Yes." Wang Tianlong nodded and said: "That's it, unless I never show up. As long as I show up in a human gathering area, I will be discovered by the people of the Flame Shrine... I can't live without seeing the light for the rest of my life.
In this case, it’s better to take your destiny into your own hands.”
Tang Bandi nodded, looked at Wang Tianlong and said, "I'm afraid the injury on the head alone is not enough... Little Fatty is still a little too gentle."
The little fat man came over with a hammer and asked: "Brother, do you need me to refill the hammer?"
The eldest brother criticized him and said that he had not done a good job and he had to find a way to make up for it.
"No, no, no." Tang Bandit waved his hand and said, "I'm afraid you'll send him away with a hammer."
Wang Tianlong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was also afraid that Xiaopang would send him away with a hammer.
Bandit Tang took out a dagger from his pocket and threw it over, saying, "Knife yourself... It's better to make it more conspicuous so that others can see it at a glance."
Wang Tianlong took the dagger, hesitated for a moment, and then slashed his face from bottom to top.
Blood dripping, skin and flesh turned out.
Tang Bandit was startled and cursed: "I asked you to be more conspicuous, but you don't have to be so conspicuous..."
"If you want to do it, then do it properly."
Wang Tianlong wanted to laugh, but the wound was affected, and then he grinned in pain and almost burst into tears.
"Excellent. I will devise a clever way for you to appear in front of them." Tang Bandit said.
Then he waved his hands with a look of disgust and said, "Okay, okay, go get a bandage. It's so disgusting."
"..."
Wang Tianlong went down to bandage, and Tang Bandit looked at the old man and said: "The village is having a big show to commemorate our relatives, but we can't find a singer. Can you help us on the stage to drink a few songs? Don't you like to lie in the yard and hum a few words after dinner every day?
?”
"What I sang was a ditty and a poem...can it be used in that kind of place?"
"What are you afraid of?" Tang Bandit said: "I heard that before the catastrophe, graveyard disco was still popular... You are not allowed to do the disco, just drink a few songs. Who cares what you sing?
It’s just for the fun and excitement.”
"I won't sing." The old man refused.
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"The flame spirit descends, and the people look up to it."
"It's shameful to stand in bean paste, and the wine is old and it's like a sacrifice."
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"Hold up the Li Phi chrysanthemum, and the frost will bloom again with joy. I will grow old when I am drunk, but I will feel sad when I smile."
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"The clothes are green, the clothes are green, and the clothes are yellow. The heart is worried, how can I protect myself?
Green clothes, green clothes and yellow clothes. My heart is worried, how can I protect myself from death?"
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The old man was sitting on the high platform, roaring at the top of his lungs.
A sip of wine, a poem.
The wine is the pot of fruit wine brewed by the husband, and the poems are the mourning poems he racked his brains to search for.
Some pay homage to gods, some pay homage to brothers, and some pay homage to deceased wives...
Singing whatever comes to mind, it's like holding an old man's personal open-air poetry party.
However, no one cares about what the old man is singing, let alone makes fun of him.
In the old man's sad and hoarse singing, the audience in the audience thought of their deceased family members, relatives and friends, and all of them had tears in their eyes and were filled with sadness.
