I'm Opening a Restaurant in Collapse

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Things took a turn for the worse.

Zhao Bai met a taxi driver, heard that they were inquiring about Qingye, and came over enthusiastically to express that he knew his whereabouts.

"you know?"

He patted his chest with a hint of pride in his expression.

it goes without saying.

Of course, there was a price. Zhao Bai was forced to take a taxi and circled the city for three full laps. Finally, he arrived at a wilderness. There was nothing here, and even an old man who herded cattle would not come to such a place.

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Bai asked strangely, in exchange for a mysterious smile from the taxi driver.

"Probably the early morning of last month, Boss Aoba found the school and planned to go to repeat his studies with a handbag, but the taxi did not take him to the school, but brought him here. The former subordinates are all here. around an empty new tomb."

As expected of a taxi driver, his speech was vivid and vivid.

"When I saw those subordinates and empty tombs, Aoba knew that it was for myself."

Zhao Bai nodded.

This guy is a war artist, and it is normal to be retaliated against afterwards. It is a very good ending to have a place to bury and not be buried in the wilderness.

The taxi driver took him to find the specific location of the removal of the grave.

There was indeed a small slump where the grass was a little more lush than elsewhere.

This is probably Aoba's tomb.

Not solemn, not at all like a gangster, not even a student, no one deserves this ending.

As Zhao Bai had expected, there was a cracking sound behind him, the taxi driver raised his gun, Zhao Bai sighed deeply, and stood up without any pressure, the driver only felt a flash in front of his eyes and fainted on the ground.

Zhao Bai continued to stare at the small depression and the mass of weeds.

Xuanyuan Sword swirled around him.

Objectively speaking, this is normal and reasonable, but why is it a little annoying?

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Out of respect in a certain sense, Zhao Bai threw the knocked out taxi driver on the spot, drove his car away, found a funeral supplies store through navigation, and solemnly bought a box of matches and A bouquet of white flowers.

Anyway, I'm not an acquaintance, so just use the cheapest thing to worship and worship.

As for the matches, those are used to burn books.

After getting everything ready, Zhao Bai slowly drove the car back to the original road. The taxi driver woke up but did not leave.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you when you wait in place?"

The taxi driver said seriously: "No way, you drove away my food."

Another flower in front of me.

With a knife, Zhao Bai knocked him unconscious again and stuffed him into the taxi. He returned to the unknown grave, placed the bunch of white flowers in front of the grave, then sat down and took out the black book with red face. Just take out the matches.

"The godfather of the new era... just laying in this tomb, it's a little embarrassing."

While reading the introduction of the book, Zhao Bai shredded it lightly, lit it with a match, and watched the pages of the book dance in the thick smoke.

I really can't think of a eulogy.

People like Aoba didn't need a eulogy either.

Zhao Bai burned the book silently until the last page was burnt to ashes, which was the comment he wrote himself. After doing all this, Zhao Bai got up and patted the black ashes on his body, intending to return to Saint Freya, Forgot about it.

"For an ordinary gang boss, having a grave is already pretty good."

He turned away.

After a long while, Zhao Bai had already walked out of Erli Land, and suddenly thought of something, he hurriedly walked back, and came to Qingye's grave again.

For the [ordinary] gang boss, this ending is already good.

But the problem is, Aoba is not ordinary.

He is a high school student and a top battlefield artist. Everything has his meaning, and it can never be meaningless when it comes to important deaths.

Although he only remembered a few of them, Zhao Bai was convinced of this.

How confident are you?

He walked to the low grave and started digging down decisively, using the extremely unprofessional epee digging method.

As the excavation deepened, the underground situation gradually became clear.

This was half a month ago, but the corpse in the soil disappeared, no rotting flesh, no bones, and no rotten maggots.

Nothing at all.

Here is an empty tomb.

Zhao Bai carried the big sword and came out in dismay, feeling as if he had been deceived.