According to the tradition of the southern kite, Ukitaki is the child of the head man, and enjoys the highest cremation ceremony, sacrificing a six-story bonfire platform.

On the day of cremation, there was no wind, no rain, no clouds, and the air was so dull that it made people panic, but it was perfect for lighting a fire. He stood motionless under the bonfire and didn't say a word, and his bloodshot eyes stared straight at the head man holding Ukitaki to the bonfire platform, and lay down on the bonfire platform. Raising the handle, lighting the fire, sounding the trumpet, the ukigami in the firelight seems to be just asleep, and the face is still beautiful and beautiful.

Fang Sheng stayed by Ji Si's side, for fear that he would be excited to do something. However, apart from staring at Ukitaki's eyes without blinking, the geji was quieter than a dead man. The raging fire burned quietly, and the fire in the eyes of the geji was full of fire, and there was no Ukitaki in sight••••••

After cremation, the dead person is burned to ashes, and the ashes should be dispersed with the wind, without a trace.

After the cremation, everyone left, only Jiji was still motionless as before, and Fang Sheng was next to him. The surroundings were quiet, and a cool breeze gradually rose.

"Is there a jar for ashes?"

Coldly, Fang Sheng was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted, frowning, and conjured a palm-sized white porcelain jar behind his right hand behind his back and gave it to Jisi.

Jiji didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled out a mocking smile, and he took a deep look at Fang Sheng, and then walked up to the bonfire platform again••••••

After putting away the ashes of Ukitaki, Jiji buried the jar under the big tree at the top of the South Hill, and no one knew about it except Fang Sheng. It was also from that day on, Jisi often took Yaoyue to the top of Nanqiu, not letting people follow, nor telling anyone, and once he stayed, there would be no day and night. Under the big tree, Yaoyue lay beside him, listening to Jiji talking to himself, and often watching Jiji drink wine and laugh and cry.

On the day Fang Sheng left, he just went to say goodbye to the leader, and did not alarm anyone. When he was about to walk out of the realm of the southern kite, Yaoyue came running, and it was still the snow-white and shiny fur when he first saw it, but there was no pretty girl next to him. With a thatch in her mouth, she grew more than anywhere else.

Fang Sheng squatted down to take the thatch, stroked Yaoyue's head with one hand along the fur, and said to it with a light smile: "Hate me so you don't see me, but you want you to send me." After a long silence, he gently patted Yaoyue's head and stood up, looking at the top of Nanqiu, "Go back•••••• take care." ”