"Sai Zi!" Yang Chen choked slightly, squatting down.
Gao Hong quickly handed over the paper money and lighter, arranging the tributes he had bought.
Yang Chen lit the paper money, looking at the barren grave, slightly moved.
In a daze, Yang Chen seemed to see Sai Zi wearing a guard uniform, saluting him.
"Brother Chen, am I handsome in this guard uniform?"
"Captain, I'll be your guard from now on."
"My mom said: 'Clothes make the man, saddle makes the horse.' I should take good care of my guard uniform. When I go home for New Year, I'll wear it to meet my match!"
The brothers in the guard, most of them were from rural areas, were honest kids.
Yet Sai Zi's sincerity still left a deep impression on Yang Chen.
He remembers clearly, back in Lijia Continent, fighting against the enemy.
They were suppressed by the enemy's force, unable to counterattack, which made their situation quite dangerous.
But then, the enemy sent a raid squad to attack them from two sides.
