Early the next morning, Wei Gonglu, whose eyes were bloodshot, called Mu Chen lightly outside the door, the coffin that was made overnight last night was delivered, and he came to ask Mu Chen's opinion to see how the funeral process was, and what else to prepare.

Mu Chen stood all night, and was injured again yesterday, his face was pale and his energy was not high. Half raised her eyelids and looked at Qi Luna and the people who heard the sound, and replied briefly: "Go to Qiming Village, father and son will be buried together." ”

"Mu Chen, my sister hasn't woken up yet, Erniu's funeral..."The two sisters and Erniu are like sisters and brothers, Chunyue doesn't want her sister to miss Erniu's last journey, but she feels that it is too selfish to do so, so she only said half of the words.

"Girl, go see Jiayue. ”

Qi Luna followed Chunyue and Wei Rou back to the room, and the Spirit Rhino Coco on the side immediately stepped forward, walked to Mu Chen's side, and asked, "Lord Mu Chen, can I attend this child's funeral?" I want to pray for him in the way of the Spirit Clan, and hope that he will be happy in another world. ”

"Yes, this kid has suffered a lot, I will only help him avenge him, but I can't do the rest, so use your way to soothe his soul for us. ”

While the two were still talking, the attendant came forward to report that the old city lord Quan Yuren and the young city lord were currently waiting in the reception room.

"Go and ask the old city lord. ”

After a while, Quan Yuren and Quan Mingde followed the attendants to the inner courtyard, the two of them were dressed in plain clothes and their faces were sad. Quan Yuren simply greeted Mu Chen and Wei Gonglu and entered Guo Erniu's room, gently lifted his white silk hijab, and said: "Child, I have finally been liberated after suffering so much, I hope you will go to a beautiful world, grow up carefree there, forget the memories here, and live well." ”

The full name Debi stood respectfully outside the door, changed his arrogant and disdainful attitude, and bowed his head in silence. When Quan Yuren came out, he hurriedly stepped forward to help, and the two came to Mo Cheng's room again, looking at her as if she was asleep, Quan Yuren actually cried out of his voice, and a burst of mourning words, described the brief meeting between the two in detail, during which he paused several times because of choking, and the Lingxi Coco, who did not know the truth, cried.

Wei Gonglu outside the door sighed, regardless of relatives near and far, these people did bring out the atmosphere that the funeral should be, but Mu Chen, the only person involved, watched coldly and was expressionless.

Qi Luna walked out of the room after inspecting Jia Yue and briefly explained the situation to Mu Chen: "Stable, but I can't wake up yet." ”

"Don't wait, let's go. ”

With this order, everyone immediately put away their grief and walked to the courtyard. Chunyue and Wei Rou saw this scene as soon as they stepped out of the door, and Chunyue had the heart to step forward to stop them, but was stopped by Wei Rou and persuaded: "The matter has come to this, you go along, I will take care of your sister." ”

"But..."

"Chunyue, their grief is no less than your sisters, besides, this child won't look good if he waits any longer, so let's send him away while his face hasn't changed. Wei Rou tactfully reminded Chunyue that the body was about to decompose.

When she saw Quan Yuren and her husband, she immediately stepped forward to say hello, and told her uncle Wei Gonglu that she would stay in the mansion to accompany Jiayue. The full name De was unusual, took the initiative to approach Wei Rou, and told her to pay attention to rest and not to get tired.

Mu Chen and Qi Luna entered the room separately, he took one last look at Erniu, and then closed the coffin and carried it on his shoulders with his own strength. Qiluna tidied up Dark Orange's clothes a little, held her in her arms, and wanted to take her to see off Erniu for the last time.

The rest of the people lined up in the courtyard, Mu Chen walked in front with the coffin alone, and the attendants wanted to stretch out their hands but didn't dare to step forward, so they followed behind and walked through the entire courtyard.

When they arrived outside the door, the housekeeper of the Wei Mansion and the chief official of the House of Representatives, Chen You, were already waiting there, two plainly decorated carriages stopped side by side, in front of the carriage were soldiers in plain armor playing the big chess, behind were the cars of the nobles who could not see the end at a glance, and the whole street was full of strangers who came to mourn for this unknown and humble young man.

Mu Chen put the coffin away, everyone got into the car in turn, and just as they were about to leave, a group of ragged poor people not far away shouted while running: "Wait, wait, we are also here to send Erniu, wait." ”

Wei Gonglu pushed the car window and found that they were the victims of Qiming Village, who had been temporarily taken out of the slum for the trial of the case, so he personally got out of the car, arranged them into other vehicles, and then ordered the team to set off.

The mighty funeral convoy passed through the city, although it was early in the morning, but it also attracted a lot of attention, some people thought that the deceased must be a dignitary, some people thought that it was the merchant group of the Beckin Department who was killed, and some people even speculated that it was the old city lord or Lord Wei, all kinds of rumors were spreading, but no one mentioned the slum orphan who was killed in front of everyone yesterday, in their consciousness, he was not worthy of such a big battle.

After more than two hours of driving, the group finally arrived at Qiming Village, which had never been so lively before, and a group of plain nobles stood on a desolate place that was incompatible with their identity, at a loss.

While everyone was still trying to hide their disgust, there were terrible cries around them, and the accompanying villagers could not hide their sadness when they saw that their former home had become like this, and they hugged their heads and cried, and they did not dare to raise their eyes and continue to watch, lest the memories flood their hearts and lose the courage to live.

Mu Chen carried the coffin up the hill, stopped in front of Erniu's father's grave, and then nodded at Wei Gonglu, and he ordered people to start digging the pit. Ladies with flowers and tributes and a group of nobles who had come to see them off stood all over the slope, and at the end of the procession were the villagers, who were actually involved in the funeral, who were stopped by the guards in a whispered voice.

The grave pit was dug quickly, just looking at the scale was much larger than the grave of Erniu's father on the side, Wei Gonglu ordered two coffins inside and outside according to the high-standard funeral etiquette, and the whole coffin must be larger than a corpse, which was beyond Wei Gonglu's expectations, and hurriedly checked Mu Chen's expression.

Mu Chen put the coffin into the tomb, and the maids placed the tribute neatly, and then Wei Gonglu brought Chunyue to the front, and she and Mu Chen stood on both sides of the tomb, thanking the people who came to mourn as the mourner.

The first is naturally the old city lord Quan Yuren, he stepped forward and bowed his head to mourn for a few seconds, then put his hand into his arms, took out a handful of gold coins and threw them in the tomb, the gold coins smashed on the coffin with a dull crashing sound, and then said a nostalgic word, each time he threw a sentence, a total of three times, to express his feelings for the deceased again and again. Finally, he bowed to the two mourners, and after the entire worship process, he stepped aside.

In the general human funeral, the elders only need to nod their heads in the face of the mourner, and the mourning lord has to kneel back, and the peers bow to each other, and the juniors are the opposite of the elders. can be Mu Chen's identity, Quan Yuren definitely did not dare to call himself an elder, saying that the junior would lose the prestige of the city lord, so he performed the peer ceremony, which also set a standard for other nobles.

Wei Gonglu followed, threw out three gold coins, and bowed like Quan Yuren. But the full name behind him was embarrassed, he finished speaking, his hands clenched his trouser legs, struggled for a long time, and knelt at Mu Chen's feet, this scene made Wei Gonglu and the nobles waiting for condolences behind him dumbfounded, they didn't believe that the young city lord who had always been unaccustomed to Mu Chen would make such a move, if he wasn't at the funeral scene, it is estimated that he would have been in a mess.

On the other hand, Mu Chen, he didn't even raise his eyelids, no matter what kneeling or bowing, he only nodded in return, he didn't like these superficial hypocrisy. The vast majority of human funerals last for several days, and the rituals are cumbersome, laborious and costly, and the true remembrance of the deceased should be expressed through rituals, but it is strongly tied to filial piety, which can be ignored during life, but must be cared for after death. The scale of the funeral, the number of mourners, and the funeral items have become the shining boasting capital on the head of the "filial son", and have also become an important indicator for relatives and friends to evaluate human nature. Regardless of origin, this self-aware false performance has been accepted by any generation, and it will never be punctured.

Mu Chen was extremely disgusted by this, but Guo Erniu was a human after all, no matter what this kid thought, he would eventually accept this set of etiquette, so he patiently cooperated from the time he left the Wei Mansion, and he didn't want to regenerate branches on the last leg of Erniu's journey.

Chunyue didn't understand any human etiquette, she kept bowing her head to wipe her tears, thinking about Erniu from the bottom of her heart, except for the abrupt sound of gold coins, nothing she cared about, this sound was like a sharp knife, cutting off the happy and beautiful memories between her and Erniu, and also stinging her at any time, reminding her not to forget what kind of miserable life this child has experienced.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore, and stared coldly at the sympathetic expressions of everyone when they threw gold coins, these cold-blooded aristocrats who looked at the skinny and lonely widows and widows begging in the slums, now faced with a deceased teenager with the same background, but the fate reversed, but he gave generously and squandered money without hesitation, which is not just a tendency to inflammatory, sycophancy, in her eyes, this is evil, it is the real evil in human nature.

The gold coins thrown by the nobles filled the gap next to the coffin, not to mention that Erniu had never seen so much money when he was alive, and even the entire village had never enjoyed such a large fortune when it was at its most prosperous.

After nearly two hours, it was finally the turn of the ragged villagers, who looked at the gold coins in the grave and knew that they could not afford it, so they had to elect the eldest as a representative to briefly express their sincere feelings for the villagers.

The old man stood tremblingly in front of the grave, looked down at the earth-gray cloth bag he was carrying in his hand, pinched out a handful with three fingers, and slowly threw it on the coffin, not gold and silver, but grains of rice. They lived in the slums, where food was the most precious of things, no less than the gold and silver that were thrown at the hands of nobles.

"Erwa, your uncle and grandfather are poor, so I can only sprinkle some food for you, don't blame me for being an old man. ”

Then, the old man sprinkled a handful, but from the sound that fell on the coffin, it was less than the first handful, and then said: "You met a big man before you were alive, and you have lived a good life for a few days, but it's a pity that your life is short, it's a pity." ”

There were only a few grains of rice in the last handful, and the old man tied the cloth bag before speaking, carried it in his arms, and crouched up and down a few times, as if he was preparing for something, and with the sentence "I will go with you", he actually threw himself into the pit. Seeing this, the attendants hurriedly stepped forward and dragged the old man up along the edge of the grave.

When the old man was supported, he clasped his hands around his chest, golden yellow embedded between his fingers, and his eyes were half-squinted, looking like life was worse than death.

Wei Gonglu was just about to step forward, but was stopped by Mu Chen and whispered, "Let him be." ”

The end of the funeral ended with the greedy farce of those close to him, and Mu Chen finally waited for the real goodbye time, he approached Wei Gonglu and whispered: "Let them go back first, I..."

"Understood, understood. I don't need to leave someone to help clean up the aftermath. Wei Gonglu knew Mu Chen's thoughts, and motioned for everyone to leave, leaving them some time to be alone with Erniu.

"No, you can go too. ”

"Then the old man went back, Miss Jiayue is still in my house, I am afraid that she will be overwhelmed when she wakes up, and the old man just rushed back to explain to her. Wei Gonglu deliberately mentioned Jiayue and tied Mu Chen firmly to his side.

The mighty human funeral ended near noon, and the nobles and compelled townsmen left one after another, and the journey of Erniu's life ended in the secular definition.