Official Son-in-Law and the Beautiful Lady Fragrance Chapter 1657 1657

The parachute cord Liu Zhizhong had was world-class, top material, and indeed difficult to cut through.

Ruan Yu was sweating profusely from exhaustion, feeling more tired than fishing, but finally managed to cut through the rope.

Liu Zhizhong fell on Weng Xingban like a corpse.

Fortunately, Weng Xingban, from years of fishing and hunting, and doing farm work, though shorter, was still strong and muscular, exuding a sense of power.

Of course, Weng Xingban's height, among the n in this subtropical rainforest area, wasn't really considered short.

He hugged Liu Zhizhong, feeling the weight!

There was no choice; Liu Zhizhong was naturally a strong man, standing at one ter eighty, with a muscular build of one hundred and sixty. At this mont, weakened, he was like a corpse pressing down on Weng Xingban, which was a bit unbearable for him.

But luckily, Weng Xingban stabilized himself, then hoisted up Liu Zhizhong's corpse... oh, body, and barefoot, walked up the riverbank and then uphill.

He planned to find a place in a higher part of the forest, above the rock waterline of past flood years, to dig a pit and bury Liu Zhizhong shallowly.

This was a simple-minded young man from the rainforest, thinking things through.

If they simply buried him anywhere, in the rainy season, the flood might wash Liu Zhizhong's corpse out, flushing it into the great river, and then truly into the underground river's entrance.

As Weng Xingban walked, he said to Ruan Yu, "Ah-Yu, bring so clean water, I want to wash him clean before burying him!"

People, even in death, deserve respect. Otherwise, how did the cri of desecrating a corpse co about?

Of course, in Vallebang, this is how everyone does it too. Whether rich or poor, when one dies, they are buried, but first, the body must be cleaned.

Ruan Yu, obediently, returned to the small fishing boat, fetched a bucket, and carried a bucket of clean water towards the shore.

When she arrived, Weng Xingban had also carried Liu Zhizhong to a grassy area up on the highland, and laid him on the grass.

Weng Xingban, covered in sweat, wiped his forehead and glanced at Liu Zhizhong on the ground, shaking his head in admiration, "This guy is really heavy! A sturdy fra! Looks like he's not one of our locals?"

Ruan Yu nodded, "He was piloting a plane, very strong body! Maybe from another country?"

"Whatever, it's his good fortune that he t us to take care of him!" Weng Xingban said, looking around, "Let's make it here; when the sun cos out, it can shine on him, keep him warm even in death. Ah-Yu, do you want to wash him, or should I go fetch the hoe and co back to wash him?"

The hoe was on the fishing boat. A small hoe, the kind used for digging up herbs, would do for digging a pit for Liu Zhizhong. The riverbank highland was sandy soil, not sticky, easy to dig.

Ruan Yu said, "You go fetch the hoe, I'll wash him."

"Alright, okay!"

Weng Xingban nodded and walked back down to the small fishing boat on the river.

anwhile, Ruan Yu lifted a bucket of clean water and poured it over Liu Zhizhong's head, starting to wash him first.

But unexpectedly, as the cold river water splashed, Liu Zhizhong furrowed his brow, gently twisted his neck, and let out a low moan.

On the spot, Ruan Yu was startled, took a closer look, and saw Liu Zhizhong trying to open his eyes but couldn't.

"Ah! Brother Xingban, he's actually not dead yet!"