He called a bodyguard to drive the jeep back to the garage, and Zhang Kun carried his sleeping bag and Cui Chuanchang on the small road in the manor.

"Don't tell me what you gained from going out this time? Don't tell me that you just want to take the risk and go to the primeval forest to sleep for a night." Cui Chuanchang said with a chuckling.

"Harvest? There is indeed one thing about harvest, but the main purpose is to pick up a friend home."

"Friend?" Cui Chuanchang blinked and looked at Zhang Kun strangely: "I don't know if there are friends who bring me back to introduce me to you. You are really. What kind of friend? A man or a woman?"

"Male, a fellow villager, Chinese. Also, I brought it back, but you didn't pay attention." As he said that, Zhang Kun pursed his lips, then lifted the sleeping bag on his hand, and signaled to Cui Chuanchang: "I brought it back without your consent, I hope you won't be angry."

Cui Chuanchang was stunned and looked at the sleeping bag in Zhang Kun's hand. After a while, Cui Chuanchang sighed softly: "So that's it, friends from China are the same as Dahuang?"

"Yes." Zhang Kun nodded slightly, and then continued: "Is there a cremation site in Johannesburg?"

Cui Chuanchang was stunned, but nodded quickly: "Of course, what's wrong."

"If there is any, please do me a favor. My friend is like this, and I can't take him home." Zhang Kun lifted the sleeping bag in his hand.

There is no way to bring the corpse on the plane, so there is no problem with the ashes.

Zhang Kun thought of this problem at the beginning, but at the beginning he thought that after finding Chen Xiaoqiao's body, cremated it on the spot, then collected it into ashes, and brought it back to China. After all, isn't this often performed in TV series?

However, before leaving, Zhang Kun searched for some information and found that he was a little too presumptuous.

To turn a corpse into ashes, it needs to be temperatures above 2,300 degrees, or even above 2,600 degrees, but in the wild, it is basically impossible to meet this requirement.

So, Zhang Kun brought the sleeping bag over, not using it himself. He originally planned to contain Chen Xiaoqiao's body, but unexpectedly, Chen Xiaoqiao's body rotted like that, and in the end he only brought back the corpse.

After hearing Zhang Kun's words, Cui Chuanchang immediately understood what he meant and nodded: "No problem, give me an hour, but now, take a good shower first and then have a meal."

Zhang Kun naturally would not object to this suggestion.

Cui Chuanchang called the butler over and arranged the preparation of the cremation site, and at the same time ordered the kitchen to prepare lunch.

He didn't eat either. As Zhang Kun said, after the news came back from satellite positioning, he found that Zhang Kun's jeep began to move, Cui Chuanchang was waiting there, and he wanted to see Zhang Kun as soon as possible.

If he hadn't been able to control himself, he would have even thought of waiting outside the city.

Back in the bedroom, Zhang Kun took a hot shower, then had lunch with Cui Chuanchang, and both set out for the crematorium.

The crematorium was written in South African language, and Zhang Kun didn't know it, so he didn't know what it was called. However, after entering, Zhang Kun found that the entire crematorium seemed to have been cleared.

Apart from a person waiting at the gate, who seemed to be the foreman of the crematorium, there was also an employee responsible for the operation in front of the crematorium, and there was no outsider.

Zhang Kun watched the cremator take out the bones in the sleeping bag, place them neatly, and then slowly push the crematorium into the crematorium.

Turn off the inlet of the crematorium, and then the cremator pressed a switch, and a raging flame suddenly ejected from the crematorium. Even though it was still four or five meters away from the crematorium, Zhang Kun could still feel a wave of heat coming.

The cremator invited Zhang Kun to go to the crematorium, where there was a reserved window where you could see the scene inside the crematorium and watch the corpses burned bit by bit.

However, Zhang Kun declined politely. He stood beside Cui Chuanchang, lowered his head slightly, and had a solemn and gloomy look on his face.

Time passed little by little. Half an hour later, the cremator turned off the flames. After the cremator cooled for a while, he gently turned on the crematorium and then pulled out the pull-up plate containing the bones.

The original corpse is gone, and what is left on the drawer are piles of white powder, occasionally mixed with some small pieces.

After obtaining Zhang Kun's consent, the cremator carefully pressed the pieces into powder, and then carefully loaded them with an urn that had been prepared, and finally sent them to Zhang Kun respectfully.

After taking the urn containing Chen Xiaoqiao's ashes, Zhang Kun was silent for a while, then nodded to Cui Chuanchang next to him: "Thank you."

However, facing Zhang Kun's thanks, Cui Chuanchang showed dissatisfaction: "Zhang Kun, to be honest, I don't like this. You can calculate it yourself. How many words have you said to me when you come back today?"

"We are friends, and we don't need to be so disgusted. Your business is mine. There is no one between us who thanks whom."

After saying that, Cui Chuanchang hugged Zhang Kun again. After letting go, he stared at Zhang Kun's eyes seriously and said solemnly: "We are friends."

Faced with Cui Chuanchang's accusations, Zhang Kun showed a hint of embarrassment on his face and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm used to it. There is an old saying in China that people don't blame others for their gifts. I don't need money to say thank you a few words, but I won't know it anymore."

"Like you said, friend."

Zhang Kun nodded to Cui Chuanchang, then held the urn and looked at Chen Xiaoqiao who was silent from beginning to end next to him. Then he called a bodyguard in the distance and asked him to put the urn and send it back to the manor. Then Zhang Kun turned his head and looked at Cui Chuanchang.

"Can you trust me?"

When Cui Chuanchang heard Zhang Kun's words, he was stunned, and then glared at Zhang Kun with anger: "Everyone said they are friends, so what else can you trust?"

Zhang Kun grinned and said, "Okay, just trust me. Then you can find two people you absolutely trust and then go with me."

"What are you doing?" Cui Chuanchang looked at Zhang Kun strangely.

"Speaking of this, we have known each other for a long time. We have received your care and helped me a lot. We also received a lot of gifts from you. There has never been anything suitable to send back to you. Recently, I found something and I think it is quite suitable for you. I hope you will like it."

Cui Chuanchang showed dissatisfaction: "I've said it all, so I'm still doing this? Don't."

Zhang Kun smiled: "I want it, and I think this gift is the most suitable for you."

Looking at Zhang Kun's appearance, Cui Chuanchang frowned slightly, and finally sighed softly: "Okay, I'm afraid of you, where are you going?"

Zhang Kun showed a bright smile on his face: "Outside the city, the grassland, may it be a little dangerous, are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid you are a big-headed ghost. I'm a native South African. I don't know how many times I've been to hunt on the grassland. Am I afraid?" Cui Chuanchang said loudly.
Chapter completed!