There are only 5 minutes left.

Qin Xiaofan resisted the coffin and came to the place to settle down.

The land here is extremely dry and hard, and the big earthworms cannot drill completely, making it the best place to "bury".

At this time, Xiaoyan had already dug a hole.

Qin Xiaofan snatched the shovel and seemed to be fighting hard, digging a pit more than one meter deep as fast as possible.

Immediately afterwards, he threw the "coffin" directly into the big pit.

He jumped into the pit and lay directly inside the "coffin".

Xiaoyan stood by the big pit and looked at Qin Xiaofan, and was stunned: "Brother Fan, what are you doing?"

Time, three minutes left.

Qin Xiaofan sat up, frowned and pondered for ten seconds.

Then, he looked at Xiaoyan and said:

"I know you're full of questions now."

"But I really don't have time to explain to you, nor can I explain it clearly."

"Now start, you must listen carefully to what I say and don't have any doubts."

His tone was solemn and he seemed extremely serious.

Xiaoyan was stunned again.

The first time he saw Qin Xiaofan showing such a serious expression.

This urgency is like Qin Xiaofan is doing a life-and-death matter!

That's right...

This is indeed life and death!

Qin Xiaofan continued to speak:

"In about two minutes, I will fall into a deep sleep. I will not wake up in seven days. To ensure safety, I need you to bury me later."

As soon as these words came out, Xiaoyan only felt his brain buzzing.

He showed a smile that was even worse than crying, and said tremblingly: "Brother Fan... stop kidding, this is really not fun."

What responded to him was Qin Xiaofan's cold gaze.

Qin Xiaofan, who was usually funny and happy, seemed to have completely changed his body at this moment.

Majestic and decisive.

That solemn expression makes people feel no doubt about life.

Xiaoyan felt a bomb suddenly exploded in his mind!

He collapsed directly on the ground, his mind was blank, and he fell into a dull state.

Qin Xiaofan stood up and took a metal bottle from Xiaoyan.

This bottle was dug out of the soil yesterday.

"You should know that the world is not safe now."

"It's probably difficult for you to survive alone."

"I regret not killing that yellow-haired boy now. If he wants to return, you will definitely be finished."

Qin Xiaofan directly cut his palm with a pig-killing knife.

Bright red blood flows into the metal bottle.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Xiaofan placed the metal bottle and the pig-killing knife next to Xiaoyan.

"If you find a statue of a bar, use my blood to revive him. This will increase your chances of survival."

"But, please remember-"

"Don't tell others that this is my blood, and don't let others know that I'm buried here."

Xiaoyan's eyes were dull and at a loss.

"You are the only person I can trust now."

Qin Xiaofan stretched out his hands and patted Xiaoyan on the shoulder with force.

He looked directly into Xiaoyan's eyes, and there seemed to be a galaxy in his eyes flashing.

"Huohuo, please answer me seriously. Can I trust you?"

In an instant, it seemed like a mountain was pressing hard on Xiaoyan's shoulder, crushing all his luck and resistance to pieces.

His eyes gradually became clear from dullness, and gradually became firm from clearness.

Under Qin Xiaofan's gaze, he nodded heavily.

"Believe me!"

Although, this looks really ridiculous.

But Qin Xiaofan is right.

Now in this world, both of them are the only people they can trust.

Qin Xiaofan smiled.

He squeezed at Xiaoyan, as if he had suddenly become that happy and funny young man.

He raised his hand.

He gently hammered Xiaoyan's chest with his fist.

"You must... be alive."

After saying this, Qin Xiaofan's body fell straight into the "coffin".

Xiaoyan was still sitting on the ground.

He was so stupid.

What are these things...

Can this world be a little more outrageous?

He looked at Qin Xiaofan who was in a deep sleep. After two minutes, he stood up and covered Qin Xiaofan with the coffin board.

"Brother Fan, you must wake up in seven days..."

Xiaoyan prayed silently.

Immediately afterwards, he piled the soil into the pit little by little.

It took nearly an hour to bury the pit.

In the setting sun, he was sweating profusely.

He stepped on Qin Xiaofan's "grave" a few times and stepped on the loose land tightly.

Then, he slowly picked up the pig-killing knife and metal bottle on the ground, and turned around and left.

He has to deal with those big eels.

Maybe it can be made into jerky...

The wind blows in the sun, and the scenery flows westward.

Time will never stop.

After a light rain, weeds grew on Qin Xiaofan's grave.

But under the soil, it was another scene.

Qin Xiaofan's body was shining with deep light, and a powerful force was flowing in his body, showing his mystery and mystery.

...

Time: September 1, 2010.

Location: In a rental house.

On the cold bed, Qin Xiaofan slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing I saw was the moldy black spots on the ceiling.

Slowly turn your head and hang a brush on one wall, which says - Don't let the times create your sorrow.

Qin Xiaofan likes this sentence very much.

I vaguely remember that I bought this calligraphy for 20 o'clock at the school gate.

He sat up slowly.

I glanced at it and saw that the simple furnishings were so familiar, but they were still full of poverty from top to bottom.
To be continued...