Under the rain, the sky and the earth are dark.
A large group of people stood on the open ground in front of the tavern, and their breathing was covered by the sound of rain hitting their umbrellas.
Li Yao looked curiously at the street,
The streets were deserted.
Even on rainy days, Gulou Road, as a relatively busy street, should always have some vehicles passing by. Why is there not a car today?
It seems that I can see Li Yao's doubts,
Lu Xingshen explained: "We applied with the above and sealed a road for travel."
All right,
Now Li Yao realized what a privileged class is.
Soon,
A dark Grand Cherokee broke through the rain and suddenly braked on the road in front of the bar late at night, while behind it were more than 20 identical Grand Cherokees with their license plates covered.
After a short pause,
Drivers in the driver's seat hold umbrellas to the left side of the vehicle and open the doors in turn.
They are ordinary people,
But they are uniform and well-trained, showing extraordinary military accomplishment.
Lu Xingshen saluted those people: "It's hard."
Those people nodded to everyone present, as if to say:
No hard work.
Lu Xingshen ordered, "Get on the bus."
So the people facing the wall felt like they were getting on the bus in groups of two or three.
Chen Xi and Li Yao,
Is deeply carried by the land.
That's it.
The dark and silent motorcade was walking on the road with no vehicles. The falling rain and rolling clouds were all mourning the dead heroes.
The motorcade rounded Zijin Mountain and came to somewhere behind it.
This place is fenced off to show that no one is allowed to enter. Although Li Yao has been in the provincial capital for several years, he doesn't know where it is.
As the vehicle moves inward,
A manor appeared in the wild mountains.
When the motorcade stopped, Lu Xingshen got off, and the people facing the wall in the rear also got off and spontaneously formed two lines. Lu Xingshen stood in front of the two lines, looking solemn and complex.
"Go in."
He said, and went into the lobby of the manor.
The manor in the wild mountains is very clean. Obviously, someone often cleans it. But the unsophisticated breath permeates every corner, as if there are wisps of Yin Qi seeping out from the cracks in the door.
When Lu Xingshen and his colleagues walked into the lobby,
An old man came out of the inner hall. He stooped, his eyes were cloudy, and he held a bunch of keys. When he saw Lu Xing's bow, he said, "Follow me."
The hoarse voice seemed to scratch two pieces of rusty iron,
Li Yao looked intently,
Only then did I find a long and big ferocious scar on the old man's throat.
Lu Xingshen followed the old man into the inner hall,
There are a lot of magic cards, one after another, burning quietly.
Is this the mourning hall?
Lu Xingshen took the people with him to salute the stacked tokens, and then withdrew to one side. Behind him, Zhou Li Qiqi and others came forward once, offering incense and saluting. The whole process was silent and solemn.
Wait until all the people facing the wall finish the incense,
Lu Xingshen said to Zhou Li, "Go to the mausoleum."
Zhou Li nods,
Zhao Shuishui was asked to walk into the side room, and soon came out with a black iron box.
They carried the box,
It seems to carry the coffin, and the hands are as stable as iron.
then,
Lu Xingshen came to the table where the rows were placed, and his spirit power poured into the censer, and then he twisted it to the right.
There was a rumbling sound,
The black stone floor behind the crowd suddenly shrank down and opened to both sides.
A dark tunnel appeared there.
When Li Yao looked inside, he could see the dark golden light coming out, but he didn't know what it was.
Lu Xingshen went ahead,
Li Yao and Chen Xi followed closely, and other people on the wall poured in. The entrance was narrow and dark. After walking for dozens of steps, they were cheerful!
Under the ground,
It is a vast and wide space. The underground space is densely lined with graves. A mask is placed in front of the tombstone of each grave.
Zhou Li and Brother Shuishui opened the black iron box, which was lying inside,
They are also masks.
A man facing the wall came forward, silently took a mask, identified it and put it in front of new graves.
There are fifty-two masks,
That is, fifty-two people facing the wall died in battle.
When the mask returns,
Lu Xingshen takes a bowl of wine from Zhou Li. He raises the bowl above his eyebrows, then bows deeply and sprinkles the wine on the ground.
"All heroes, rest in peace."
Lu Xingshen finished,
Other people facing the wall also saluted:
"All heroes, rest in peace."
After courtesy,
Lu Xingshen handed Zhou Li the wine bowl, and the people put all kinds of things in one place. The bent old man appeared silently and took these things away.
then,
Lu Xingshen asked, "Who will sing the soul song?"
Maybe it was the end of ceremony that made Old Man Lu's tone much easier.
The comrades who died in the war have gone home,
All that remained was to sing songs and send them on another trip.
They are people facing the wall,
When they joined the organization, they knew that people who face the wall seldom end well.
So they are open-minded,
They also believe in instant gratification.
It would be more dignified to send them to the mausoleum to rest in peace, but since they have all gone home, the big guy should take it easy.
So,
The man facing the wall smiled and said, "Liu Qingshan, who sings best, is lying in there himself."
Then someone answered, "Blessed are the brothers below. Old Liu's Yingling Song is authentic."
Everyone chuckled.
Lu Xingshen also said with a smile, "Don't be poor. Who will sing?"
"I will!"
It was a dark, tall and strong man, whose body was as tall as a steel pier developing horizontally. The man came to the front of the team, cleared his throat, and then the Qin Opera rushed out like a sword, spear, and cavalry, loud and exciting, bright and vigorous!
If the divine tiger roars the wind, it is powerful and strong!
"The battle lights are out all night long!
How many bones are wrapped in horse leather,
Don't lament. In the cup of fame and fortune,
Come again, the lights have been raining in the Jianghu for ten years... "
The man sang, and someone sang with him:
"I'm going to have a manicure with Paoze,
Pentium for thousands of miles, like a tiger
What are you afraid of? What about monsters
With the sword in hand, the world will be clear and bright... "
The leading singer's voice turned, still stirring and deep, but became desolate and solemn!
"Just looking back,
How many colleagues are left,
Laughing, the sword and crossbow were sheathed at the side,
Roll your head and pave the way!
My dear man, don't say there is no bosom friend ahead... "
In the end, everyone, together with Old Man Lu, roared at the top of their lungs:
"The human hell sings together!"
The human hell sings together,
This life is like a robe. Being buried in the earth is a spirit. Life and death are inseparable. It is still a Chinese soul!
Li Yao can't sing Yingling songs, so he can only listen in silence.
The stirring Qin Opera seemed to resonate with his soul, and the blood slowly poured from the bottom of his heart, as if to ignite him and make the whole thing boiling.
He took a deep breath,
Eyes droop, suppressing all the throbbing.
Old Man Lu turned around and said, "OK, go back."
People poured out from the wall like a black wave.
Outside the lobby,
I don't know when the sky will clear up. A ray of golden light shines from behind the clouds, making the sky clear and bright,
Beautiful mountains and rivers!