I Am a Professional Hunter

It suddenly became cloudy.

Cloud shadows became dense, and rain began to drift.

The world is gradually becoming darker.

They all say that the sky is speechless, eyeless, and merciless.

But even such a merciless god, after hearing Xiao Jiang's story, he cried like a child.

The rain keeps falling, getting bigger and bigger.

Jiang Wenming's story came to an end in that cemetery.

His body died there.

But there are three deaths, the body disappears, the coffin is buried, and the others forget.

In the first death, the body is dead, and the soul is dead. Since then, he no longer has the qualification to walk in the world.

The second death, the death is existence, the death is the standpoint, you are in the coffin, buried, and there is no place for you to exist in the world.

The third death, the death is the memory, the death is the past, people forget you, no longer remember everything about you, looking at the world, it is as if you have passed this place from the future.

The first death cannot be reversed, because life is sad, and when you go out of life, you will enter the door of death, just like the fruit, after it matures, it will decay all the time.

Jiang Wenming's body has died out at this time, and the existence itself is only left with the dead body to prove it.

And the second death will be personally managed by Qin Wen and the parents who brought him to this world.

Qin Wen pushed the coffin at this time, and with the help of another [tomb guardian] and Shu Xinfeng, gently put the huge coffin into the tomb.

And Xiao Jiang's parents were holding the relics, crying bitterly in front of the monument that had just been carved.

They don't know how long it took to slow down, or... they couldn't slow down, but they had to come to see their own flesh and blood again.

Throughout the funeral, there were no gongs and drums that shook the sky, no long-sounding suona, and no priest giving a speech.

There are only five thin shadows.

The city is still recovering, and no one can spare their hands to attend a funeral, even if the hero is dead.

Xiao Jiang's second death began in his own home and ended in the falling rain.

His appearance turned into a freeze-frame photo. His life was summed up in one sentence. His death was carved on a cold stone tablet, and everything about him has since been asleep in the ground.

Jiang Wenming, from this moment on, has disappeared from this society. He will no longer appear in the world. There may be people with similar looks and names, but after all, it is just a similar flower. That simple and honest, wants to be a hero 'S guy...

He will never appear in the world again.

What a sad man, born in a poor family in a tile-roofed earthen house, died quietly in a dark corner.

What a venerable person, who was born in a tile-roofed earthen house with a chivalrous dream in his heart, and died in a dark corner to save sentient beings.

What an ordinary person, born in a tile-roofed earthen house, dying in a dark corner with a smile at the floating clouds.

What a great man, who was born in a tile-roofed earthen house and left his hometown, died in a dark corner singing a legend.

That leaf will eventually fall to the ground, even if he has been lifted by the wind, has been there for nine days, touched the sky, played with clouds, danced with the stars, but in the end, he is just a yellow leaf.

The third death, the death is the past, the death is the memory, when no one in the world remembers him anymore.

He is dead in the true sense, or rather, he is not dead.

But no one or anything can prove that he existed.

[The Mausoleum Guards] There is no way to avoid death. What they can do is to make the hero immortal and let the name Jiang Wenming live in the memory of others forever.

[Tomb guards] Unlike other organizations, they will not be known to the outside world, nor will they be praised, remembered, or sung.

All they can do is to make every [Tomb Guardian] remember those great names in the future.

[Chen Guoyu] [1973-2011] [This world is beautiful, I love it here] [Rescued 78 ordinary people and 21 tomb guards] [Died on duty and blocked a fatal attack for the younger generation]

[Liu Tian] [1989-2017] [My dream is to be a hero, and I will realize it] [Rescued 122 ordinary people, rescued 5 mausoleum guards] [Dead on duty, delayed the explosion of the freighter, and was alone Stayed in the cabin]

[Wang Luofei] [1969-2008] [I have no ambitions, and I don’t like to be nostalgic. I can live a hundred years with my wife and daughter] [Rescued 27 ordinary people and 14 mausoleum guards] [ Died during a holiday trip, in a ghost out of control incident, in order to save people, I died with my goal]

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[Jiang Wenming] [1997-2020] [I wanted to be a hero to save the common people since I was a child, so that even death is worth it] [The ordinary people who saved the entire city, and all the tomb guards in the city] [Dead to a brave heart , In an extraordinary and mysterious event, with the body of a mortal, fighting to death and weird, and finally all died together]

Qin Wen looked at the rows of tombs, the piece of inscription, the piece belonging to Jiang Wenming, the last one.

Everything about him was buried in a pit of several square meters in this area.

The rain does not seem to stop.

People have no intention of leaving.

Xiao Jiang's mother shed tears, but Xiao Jiang's father was silent.

Shu Xinfeng's eyes were red, and it was rain that barely concealed the traces of tears~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Time passed by, no one left.

Until Xiao Jiang's mother fainted, everyone had to embark on the way back.

Qin Wen sent Xiao Jiang's parents and Shu Xinfeng back home.

He stood outside the door, looking at the tired three people, he had a lot to say, but he couldn't say anything.

"On behalf of your brother... take care of them, it's troublesome."

In the end, Qin Wen only said such a sentence.

Shu Xinfeng glanced at him, said nothing, just nodded, then turned around, returned home, and closed the door.

Qin Wen stayed outside the door for a long time, but finally sighed, turned his head and got into the car.

"Let's go, go back."

The [tomb keeper] who drove didn't say anything, just nodded.

The black car shook and hit the road, and the two set off on their way home.

The farewell was obviously over, but Qin Wen still didn't say a word.

It's as if it hasn't gotten over yet.

"Qi Yuxi...right? You say, where is he now? Where will he go later?"

Qin Wen said this abruptly. The driver turned his head and glanced at him suspiciously, but found that the other party no longer spoke, so he turned his head and drove hard.

Qin Wen listened silently, and it took about ten seconds before he had some reaction.

He shrunk his eyes, then closed his eyes, holding his hands together, the more he clasped, the tighter...

That answer...not what he wanted to hear.

"Everywhere, nowhere to go."

....

There was no word all the way, the driver was driving hard, Qin Wen was very silent and seemed to be thinking.

And Qi Yuxi was sitting next to him, with her right hand on his shoulder, quietly healing him.

Soon, the familiar hotel arrived.