I met unscrupulous teammates at the beginning, watch me turn the tide

Fire~~

Hot fire.

Even the flames mixed with the smell of burnt meat had already reached Shen Bei, but Shen Bei remained indifferent.

According to Shen Bei's complicated thoughts, this might be the last time he feels Bai Luo's warmth.

The wooden shelves in front of him were stacked more than two meters high, with Bai Luo's peaceful body lying on the top.

In the embrace of the flames, her muscles gradually contracted and her bones made crackling sounds.

On the other side, Mosaic was on top of the crematorium, running around Bai Luo.

He could feel that his dearest person was gone and was about to be devoured by the flames.

He turned and looked at Shen Bei.

Shen Bei waved.

Mosaic crawled out of the fire and stood beside Shen Bei.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”

After burning for nearly an hour.

As the last wisp of smoke dissipated.

Shen Bei squatted down and took out a small shovel and a wooden box.

Pick up what looks like Bai Luo's ashes bit by bit.

"Mom~Mom~" Mosaic called.

Shen Bei didn't know how much Mosaic had grown up to or what his IQ was.

I don't even know if he can understand the concept of death.

"Stop yelling, she can't hear you."

Mosaic tilted his head and made no more sound.

Shen Bei put away the wooden box, and Tiangong projected a super-dimensional beam of light to suck the urn away.

Shen Bei took one last look at the fire, sighed heavily, and waved: "Shen Zhiyi, let's go."

Mosaic pointed at himself.

Shen Bei nodded affirmatively.

Mosaic cheered with joy and followed Shen Bei's pace in a rolling posture.

Shen Bei was not at all prepared for the sudden appearance of the "child".

When faced with this situation, most people would either escape or collapse.

No matter what happens, Shen Bei always remains calm, or in other words, he keeps his composure.

Although Shen Bei's soul believes that children should be human beings, babies with flesh and blood.

But the original owner's body structure produced such a thing.

What else can I do?

Can only bring it with you.

Shen Bei also thought about a problem.

From a conscious perspective, is this your own child?

Consciousness belongs to Shen Bei himself.

From a physical point of view, the child belongs to the original owner?

But Shang Bai Luo's instructions were conveyed by his own consciousness.

It’s really… a mess.

However, things have come to this point, and thinking about this problem will not solve anything.

Instead, it will lead to more ethical and philosophical issues.

……

About an hour later, Shen Bei's figure appeared on the distant ridge.

His vision mask began to magnify his field of view.

At the foot of the mountain are the ruins of a large city.

This ruin had obviously experienced war, with various bullet shells and collapsed buildings scattered everywhere.

And within the ruins, there were shadowy figures.

A small team of people was moving slowly.

The magnified field of view allowed one to clearly see the weathered faces of the small group of humans within the ruins, their dirty beards, their white hair, their skinny cheeks from lack of nutrition, their teeth rotten, and their bodies wrapped in layers of rags like bandages.

Their eyes were dead, and they carried tattered bolt-action rifles on their backs. Only occasional blinks could prove that they were still alive.

It seemed that they came to pick up the bullet casings and power armor wreckage left on the battlefield, and skillfully peeled off the skins of the small beasts that were surrounded and killed.

These things are not worth mentioning to Shen Bei, but they are a valuable treasure to them.

The bullet casings can be reloaded, the power armor wreckage has excellent quality and can be used to forge weapons after being re-melted, and the hard scales can be used to sew leather armor after being tanned.

Shen Bei could tell that these elderly people were probably marginalized people from a nearby shelter.

The so-called "marginal people" cannot understand.

He is too old to participate in fierce battles and his physical fitness cannot keep up.

The other teams didn't want to hold an old man back.

These old people can only form teams, kill small animals in the wilderness, and pick up garbage to make a living.