Zombies take me as air

Chapter 52
Ordinarily, even if it was pierced by a nail, the bleeding should stop after a while, but the wound on Li Qi's body continued to ooze blood.

"I was not injured by an ordinary weapon. If there is no accident, I should die from excessive blood loss." Li Qi said the shocking result in a relaxed tone.

Kong Qi saw his face clearly through the bright light, his face was completely drained of blood, and his lips were peeling, because the beard covered most of his face, she couldn't see these things clearly under the dim candlelight.

"What about infusions? I have glucose and saline injections here." Seeing that Li Qi's condition was very bad, Kong Qi couldn't help becoming nervous.

"Don't bother, I know what's in my heart, I'm here to ask you for a favor."

"What are you busy with?"

"Bury me."

"..." Kong Qi was speechless for a while, and suddenly wanted to cry.

"Don't drop the golden beans. I'm not dying yet. Help me prepare something, an urn or something." Li Qi calmly arranged his funeral, and in his eyes there was no fear of death.

"Okay, I'll look for it." Kong Qi felt her throat was a little tight, and she spoke with a choked sound.

She went out with the lamp, Erlu followed her, it was cold and windy outside, but she didn't seem to feel it, her mind was full of Li Qi or she would die, she had to find 'Shoucai' quickly.

She had seen a shroud shop in a nearby town, so she rode a three-wheeler and headed for the town in the wind and snow.

Li Qi was just oozing blood, not bleeding, so he still had time.

Kong Qi’s tricycle had three bright flashlights strapped to the front. On snowy nights, there was no moonlight, and the world was dark. Only her flashlight was the only light source in the world.

When she was collecting supplies earlier, she had marked on the snow field. The heavy snow covered the original road, and without markers, she would definitely get lost.

She planted colorful flags in the snow. The flagpoles are particularly resilient, and will only be bent by the wind and will not be blown down.

She marked the routes she often took with colorful flags so that she didn't have to judge the direction.

Following the bunting signs to a nearby town, she went straight to the shroud shop. There were several sets of shrouds that customers had reserved but hadn't taken away. She flipped through the sets and chose a large men's set.

She picked out the most expensive urn, and after she finished choosing the things, she hurried back, fearing that she would be late.

It took her several hours to go back and forth, and it was past three o'clock in the morning when she rode back to the village.

Li Qi seemed to have fallen asleep sitting by the stove, and seeing that he was still breathing lightly, Kong Qi was a little relieved.

She put the clothes beside the stove to dry, and gently pushed Li Qi, the blood oozing from his wound had already dripped to the ground, and he spread his jacket on the ground to catch the blood.

"Uncle Li." Kong Qi called softly.

"Oh... it's Qiqi who's back." Li Qi opened his eyes, which had lost their luster.

Kong Qi wanted to cry again, so she hurriedly took her clothes, which were warmed up, Li Qi took the clothes, and Kong Qi went to the cellar to get a bag of milk powder.

When she came back, Li Qi had already changed into his shroud, Kong Qi made him a glass of milk, Li Qi smiled after drinking the milk.

Kong Qi spread a mattress and thick bedding on the floor, and Li Qi lay down, saying that he was tired and wanted to sleep for a while.

At five o'clock in the morning, Li Qi gradually lost his temperature in his sleep, and Kong Qi sat beside him with red eyes.

She waited until she was completely cool, and finally she couldn't help crying.

The permafrost layer in the northern region is very thick in winter, and this year is a super cold winter. When the shovel is shoveled on the ground, only white marks can be left.

If it is not buried under the soil, the urn will be exposed again when the snow melts in spring.

Kong Qi wiped away her tears and began to prepare things for cremation. The firewood she collected was enough, and logs were needed to burn the corpse. She picked out some unsplit logs and sawed them into a person-high section.

Use these wooden sections to build a rectangular platform, pour fuel on the firewood pile, and then put the corpse on it, and cover the surface with hay.

The cremation site is the rice drying field in the village. Kong Qi used a cart to push materials one by one.

After finishing the work of loading the ashes, she put the urn back to Lu Xiangbei's house, planning to bury it next spring.

(End of this chapter)