Xia Yueqing

They went to the bedroom next door. The bedroom was in ruins, and there were some corpses littering the floor. 

Li Nanping cleaned up as much as he could and helped Li Nanchu to his seat. 

Li Nanchu was already on the verge of death. It was as if he had lost his soul, and there was a strange look on his face. 

Li Nanping became nervous and could not help but call out to him. 

However, Li Nanchu no longer had the strength to speak. 

Li Nanchu used all his strength to raise his hand and pat Li Nanping's palm. 

Li Nanping understood something. Tears could not help but flow out of his eyes. He said sadly, "I hope we get to be brothers in our next life too." 

Tears drenched his clothes, but Li Nanchu still died. 

Touching his cold skin, Li Nanping felt like nothing was real. He could not help but kneel on the ground. 

"I will definitely take up your mantle. Please rest in peace."