bayedsolid Chapter 216 Funeral
Chapter 216 Funeral
"Master, we are ready."
When the tribesmen came over, Mu Qingqing had just dressed the little boy in her family, with a white flower pinned on the right chest of the clothes.
Mo Xiao also wanted to go, but was strictly forbidden by Mu Qingqing.
Moxiao was the most seriously injured of all the orcs. Even though Moshe had a strong recovery ability, he still had to lie in bed for several days.
He leaned on the window with a resentful look and watched a group of people walking towards the woods. After he could no longer see their figures, he withdrew his gaze, opened the comic book that Mu Qingqing left for him, and read it with relish.
When Mu Qingqing led the kids to the place, the tribesmen had already dug a series of neatly arranged deep pits.
In each deep pit was placed an empty coffin made of golden nanmu wood, which was also taken out by Mu Qingqing from the space.
Mu Qingqing shifted her gaze from the coffin to the bodies of her tribesmen placed in the open space next to it.
"Are you sure about the quantities?" she asked in a hoarse voice.
The tribesmen stepped forward, their low voices unable to conceal their weariness and sadness.
"Master Beast, there is no mistake. We dug a few more deep pits."
I just hope those deep pits will never be used in the future.
Mu Qingqing nodded and touched Yu'er's little head.
"Then open the coffin and release the body."
As soon as she finished speaking, the orcs standing next to the empty coffins gently opened the coffin lids.
Then, they consciously walked together to the first empty coffin.
At this time, the other two orcs also carried over the body of the first tribe member.
The female held a notebook and a pen, tied a white ribbon on her forehead, and spoke solemnly.
"Xiong He, you are 141 years old at the time. You are a great orc of the Fuxi tribe. May your spirit rest in peace in heaven and enjoy eternal peace and happiness! Rest in peace! Close the coffin!"
As soon as the female finished speaking, the orc placed the old orc's body into the coffin and closed it.
Then, the orcs nearby came over with tools and buried the coffin with dust.
Then erect the tombstone that had been made in advance.
The raised dust pulled Mu Qingqing into memories, and the little kids beside her also had tears in their eyes.
Xiong He was one of the first people rescued from the forest by Mo Xiao. He was also the old orc who led all the beasts to kneel before Mu Qingqing and the others, and said in a loud voice that the Beast God has no eyes, but the Beast Master has eyes.
As the oldest orc in the Fuxi tribe, Mu Qingqing would always bring gifts to visit him at first. Later, she became busy and went less often. She didn't expect that they would be separated from each other so soon.
Every time Mu Qingqing went to see him, he would say with a smile that the Beast Master had given him so much and that his life had not been lived in vain.
However, the time he was tortured by the black snake eventually took its toll on his body, and he was unable to survive this dark time or this winter.
He didn't want to trouble anyone, so he leaned against the wall quietly and slowly stopped breathing.
"Mother, if Bear and Grandpa can hold on for a few more days, they won't die, right?"
Mo Yan asked with red eyes and looked up.
After the tribe was established, he was always bored and transformed into a small snake to tease his fellow tribesmen.
When the orcs were busy, he would dive into the bushes and then quickly jump out from behind them, scaring the orcs so much that they dropped their tools.
Or when he saw females washing clothes by the stream, he would drop from the sky, fall heavily into the water with a bang, splashing all the females' clothes, and then he would stand not far away and laugh.
Mu Qingqing didn't allow him to eat too many snacks, so he would run to Xionghe's place to get food and drinks. The food and drinks were all provided by Mu Qingqing and the old orcs. Sometimes Mo Yan would run away without even picking up the garbage after eating.
And Xiong He always accepted Mo Yan with a smile, and no matter what he did, he looked kind and gentle.
After a long time, after one meal, Mo Yan asked him why he was so good to him. Was it because his father saved him and his mother gave him a place to live?
Xiong He said no.
His kindness and love for him were just the care of an elder for a younger one, just because he knew that little Mo Yan, although covered in thorns, was actually soft-hearted and kind.
Mo Yan said that he was not like that, but his eyes still turned red unconsciously.
Later, he was caught by the orcs while playing a prank. The orcs laughed and called him a bad boy, then pretended to pat his butt hard and let him go.
When he was caught by the female, she just gently tapped his little nose and told him to stop scaring people.
When Xiong He received the fresh food from Mu Qingqing, he would take the initiative to find Mo Yan and ask him if he wanted to come to his place to play.
All the psychological trauma left by Mo Yan from the discrimination, verbal abuse and beatings he received in Yihe was healed by Fuxi's people.
Later he stopped playing tricks on people, and the orcs said with regret that he had grown up and matured.
However, Xiong He left just like that. After Mo Yan found out, he cried for several nights at home.
Mu Qingqing wiped away the tears from the third brother's face with pity.
"Ayan, you should be happy that Grandpa Xiong did not die in pain, nor was he trampled by wild beasts or poisoned by strange animals. He is already very old. He always told me that the time he spent in Fuxi is worth remembering and showing off for the rest of his life. Even if you feel sad, you should not dwell on it."
"Xiong and Grandpa love you the most. They definitely don't want to see you so sad."
After he finished speaking, Mo Yan's tears started to flow.
He suddenly wiped away his tears with his sleeve, "Mom, I understand. I will get over my sadness. I will come to see him when I miss him in the future."
Mu Qingqing smiled gently, with bright stars in her eyes.
"Ma Cheng! I was sixty-six years old at the time. I am a second-generation orc of the Fuxi tribe. May your spirit rest in peace in heaven and enjoy eternal peace and happiness! Put it in place! Close the coffin!"
As the female's voice fell, the second orc was carried over.
The orcs brought in by Leopard Sel were all second-generation orcs of the Fuxi tribe, and they were also the first orcs to be torn to death by strange beasts while patrolling.
Bao Sel personally carried it over, closed the coffin, dug the soil, and erected the tombstone.
"Lu Xi! He was fifty years old...close the coffin!"
"Xiong Xiang! Shi Nian..."
The total number of people from the Fuxi tribe and those brought by Bao Sel was about 800, and this time, more than 200 people died. In an instant, a quarter of the people were gone.
The depth of the pits dug by the tribesmen was almost the same as they had expected, so a few more of them emerged.
It was unlucky to leave an empty coffin there, so Mu Qingqing spoke up.
The pit was filled up and the coffin was burned.
As a result, just as the tribesmen were preparing to take action, two orcs came running over breathlessly from a distance.
They looked at the deep pit with grim expressions and found it difficult to speak.
"Master, some of our tribesmen have taken our things and ran away with their partners. Should we go after them?"
"Need not."
Mu Qingqing replied that she had expected it.
The Fuxi tribe is now in a terrible state. The greenhouse is destroyed, everything is destroyed, it is normal that nothing can be left.
"But a few orcs were attacked by stray orcs outside, so they came back..."
As they were talking, several injured orcs stumbled over, covering their bloody wounds and crying out in shame.
"Beast Master."