The firewood pile was half a person tall, and several long branches of firewood were successively crossing the red-haired man's body and connecting the two firewood piles. Xue Yue finished it first, and she was not idle either. She took out a bag, opened it and grabbed a handful of sticky solidified body from it, squatted beside the red-haired man, and applied it evenly and carefully to his body.

"What is this?" The red-haired man didn't think these sticky sluts were good things.

"Fish oil." Xue Yue answered his doubts. "You are too strict in your care and only saved up this little. I don't know if it can be used."

The whole bag of fish oil is more than two pounds. It is not easy to hide it under the other person's nose. In fact, she doesn't know what to do, but she just simply thinks it should be left behind. Now Blood Moon is sure that this must be God's will.

The red-haired man didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The fish oil was sticky and cool, and it felt uncomfortable to apply it on his body. He didn't know if he should be glad that this thing could make him die quickly, or he should be as sorry as Blood Moon. But regardless of the former and the latter, it has nothing to do with his own actions.

The firewood in Hongtong was also used up. She stood up and looked at the two piles of firewood, feeling dissatisfied. So she frowned. "It seems not very good." If it were only at this level, it would probably not be too spectacular when burned.

"No?" Xue Yue, who had applied fish oil, grabbed a handful of dead leaves and wiped his hands, and stood beside the other party. "Do you want to light the fire first?"

"Don't..." the red-haired man shouted anxiously, but unfortunately his opinions did not have any reference value.

"What should I do if I can't burn it clean? Look at him, I'll bring the firewood here again." Hongtong still thought that there should be no regrets. Everything should be done as perfect as possible.

Once she left, there was only one man and one woman left here.

The red-haired man's heart was moving again. This Blood Moon seemed to be more polite in his words, unlike Hongtong who always kept going straight. Is his heart softer? This is an opportunity, maybe she can convince her to let him go?

So he asked without saying a word: "Sister, it's midnight, it's not easy to pick up the firewood, right?"

Xue Yue was a little surprised and reminded: "No need to pick it up. Did you forget? You forced everyone to collect a lot of firewood at the beginning. Xianlin moved away and threw it all away because it was useless. Hongtong just went there to get it." She was used to thrift and thrift and sighed with relief: "What a pity I lost such a good firewood, but fortunately I still used it."

The red-haired man didn't think it was "not bad". Only then did he remember that this was true. It was not that he had a poor memory, but that it was such a trivial matter that he didn't care about. It was just that he was just instructing a few servants to do physical work. He did too many similar things. Sometimes he had no specific goal, just simply not wanting them to rest. But unexpectedly, his unintentional action hit him in the foot again.

He had to laugh and expose it without mentioning it. "Sister, do you know how miserable the person who was burned to death is, how bad it is to scare people." His tone became gloomy when he said this. "Besides, aren't you afraid of having nightmares?"

He deliberately created an atmosphere of fear, hoping to scare Xueyue. However, the other party was completely indifferent. "Why are you always confused? God wants you to disappear, how could I leave your bones scary? No matter how much you burn or what you have left, I will clean it and throw it into the river. Don't worry." She ignored the red-haired man and swallowed heavily, and continued to say to herself: "Having a nightmare means that I lack practice, which just warns me to train my mind and character more, and maybe I can even bring blessings in disguise. With God and God, this is nothing."

"But," the red-haired man reluctantly suppressed his anxiety and pretended to be pitiful. "Sister, I know I am a villain. I have offended you before. If you want to beat or scold me, I admit it. But I really didn't commit a damn sin, right? I died so ignorantly, I'm so pitiful!" After speaking, he couldn't help it, lowered his head deeply and cried with sobs.

Xue Yue looked at him with regret. "It turns out that you are still obsessed with it, but I don't plan to convince you. Just cry if you want to, because there is no next time anyway."

In response to her, she burst into tears. "Oh my God! What mistake did Li Hu make to be burned to death. After death, the ashes will be sprinkled into the river. God, I really don't want to die!"

Of course, Cang Tian would not answer, but someone said, "Who said he wanted to go to the fire for us, and he forgot so quickly? Or just say it." Hongtong came back, holding a large bundle of firewood in his arms.

The red-haired man immediately choked and said in a lost voice: "Why so fast!" The return of Hongtong means that his life has entered the final countdown. If possible, he hopes that she will never come back.

"I'm in a hurry to send you on the road. How can I do if I don't get there?"

The firewood pile was already high enough, and the new firewood was pressed against the red-haired man one by one by two women.

The red-haired man finally began to resist wildly. He twisted his strength and shook all the firewood on his body. He kicked and kicked his feet, no longer caring about the pain in his legs. At the same time, the intermittent and heart-wrenching shouts resounded through the forest again.

Resistance seriously hindered Xueyue and Hongtong. The two looked at each other, Xueyue shook her head helplessly and sighed, blocking a piece of firewood as thick as a wrist stuck in the red-haired man's mouth calling for help. "Why bother? I'll endure it." She stuffed it forward with force. At the same time, Hongtong added a rope to the red-haired man's neck, chest, and waist, making him unable to move any longer.

Without trouble, the two women came back and forth, and a primitive fire frame was finally completed. Although it was a bit simple, it was undoubtedly a qualified work. The red-haired man, as the protagonist, was completely buried in the pile of firewood and could only show his existence through whimpering sounds.

Like a ceremony, the two women circled around the fire frame for three times and finally stopped opposite the red-haired man. Xue Yue said, "I have never done this kind of thing with Hongtong. If there is any confusion, please bear it. Maybe God of God will have similar requests in the future. If so, we will remember you."

The red-haired man was already in tears, his nose and saliva dripped down his chin, and his urine and defecation were also thirsty. He finally understood that this Blood Moon was even more vicious than the fierce red pupil on his mouth. Because she could kill you with confidence and look good for you. When her mouth was blocked, he could only make waves of whimpering. But how could the two female devils pay attention?

Xue Yue squatted down and took out two flints from her arms. Thick dead leaves had been buried in advance under the pile of firewood.

"Don't be nervous, soon." At the last moment, she still remembered comforting the struggling red-haired man. She picked up two flints and tried to calm her breathing. Then she knocked her hands.

"Crackle"! The flint makes a pleasant crisp sound.
Chapter completed!