Fu Jin went back to the room.

Tai waited in the living room, he turned on the night light, and the yellow light shimmered in the room.

The descendants returned, bringing with them the blue-eyed white cat sent by the association.

"Something doesn't seem right about you, what's going on?" The descendants looked at the Tai Ask, who did not belong to the gods.

Tai told the truth all about it.

「... Mr. Fu saw that she was not human, and told me in his heart at that time. But I didn't feel like she was not, so Mr. Fu decided to make up his mind and then act."

"It's getting late, and it's approaching midnight, so I've asked the caretaker here for help."

"Eventually, the Administrator killed her."

After listening to this, she was silent for a while, and she pondered again, "I went back to the association this time, and the elders told me that Mr. Fu's causal chain had already been broken."

Tai's eyes shrank slightly, "What?"

Yi sighed softly, "Yes, Mr. Fu has also become a graveman, just like us, 'not qualified for burial'."

Tai tightened his hands, trying to suppress the emotions he was about to explode.

He stroked Tai's head, held him in his arms, and patted him on the back one by one, "It's okay, it's not your fault."

Tai didn't cry, he suppressed all the emotions that were about to burst the embankment, "Descendant..."

"What's wrong?" His sleeve was pulled back, and he turned his face sideways to look at him inquiringly.

"You... Isn't that possible?"

He was stunned, "... You mean?"

"Hmm." Tai nodded.

"Okay." She smiled, put her head on the cushion, and whispered very gently, "Sleep, good."

Tai Wenyan closed his eyes and put himself to sleep.

He was alone in a silent living room, staring at the void with his eyes open, silent.

Buried by the grave, the girl's soul will float in the void, continuing until it dies completely.

Should there be mercy? The descendant carried Tai back to his room.

... No, she just felt very sad.

…

Turning around and leaving the room, he carefully closed the door with his head down, and finally said goodnight to the sleeping Tai.

Fu Jin stood behind her, with a little playfulness, and said with a smile: "Now, is it our turn?"

...

"There's only one thing I want to know."

"Please."

"May I ask why your Fu has become curly?" Yi pointed to Fu Da, who was sleeping in the nest, and asked in a tone that was difficult to explain.

"Because I think it's good-looking." Fu Jin had an expression of "I thought you were going to ask something, it turned out to be this", "And Fu Da likes his new look very much."

"Curly hair, this shape—" Descendant's expression was complicated.

"Pomeranian puppies are going to moult at three months, and he's about to be three months old, and he'll be bald by then. To prevent him from looking too bald, I permed his curly hair, which is a bit of an eye-catcher, and the hair looks a little more." Fu Jin is a matter of course.

"Does it really like curls?" The descendants were skeptical.

Facing the question of the descendant's soul, Fu Jin, as the master, replied with great confidence, "Of course. In the past two days, it has even been several times louder."

"Mr. Fu, it's rude, I heard that the dog is like its owner..."

Fu Jin's narcissism surged wildly, and he didn't even think about it, so he reflexively replied: "Then this rumor must be wrong, because Fu Da is stupid."

The implication: His master, I, am very smart.

Seeing that this topic might be extended so indefinitely, Yi held back his desire to complain and took the initiative to jump out of the reply.

"What does Mr. Fu want to know?"

"What is the Graveman?" Fu Jin went straight in.

"Defender of the world order." The descendants replied.

It's like using a noun that contains an adjective to explain another noun. Fu Jin frowned, "Specific, such as the scope of duties."

"The job of the graveman is only to maintain order in the world. We are responsible for dealing with spirits or demons or even people who interfere with this world and break the rules."

"If unqualified people see our law enforcement process and follow the rules, they will die."

"It's like a computer's antivirus automatically removes viruses."

"The world does not allow them to become grave people for no reason, and if they can't become tomb people, these people will die, or forget the incredible they see."

Yi raised his eyes and looked at Fu Jin, "So, can Mr. Fu understand?"

Fu Jin thought for a moment, "What is the definition of interfering in this world?"

"Disrupt the timeline." After a pause, as if knowing that such an answer was too vague, she explained, "All things have spirits, and not only people are conscious. Every life has an inevitable timeline for its existence."

"For example, if Fu Jin can live for a hundred years, then he can't live for ninety-nine years, or one hundred and one years. The timeline doesn't just refer to the number of years, any events related to time are included."

"A and B and B and B and A and C will have completely different timelines between them. With these three timelines, the relationship between the three ABC trio is constructed. Life is made up of different timelines one after another, which is what the world calls 'life'."

"The timeline is not limited to people and people or people and animals, people and ghosts, demons, and even people and things, as long as anything exists, then the timeline exists."

"Timeline refers to the body, that is, the place and situation where the object, the person, and even the flowers and trees exist in a certain place at a certain time."

"For example, Building A should exist at time B and C enters, but Building A does not exist at time B for unknown reasons, or Building A exists and C does not enter Building A, then the timeline is disturbed. The graveman's job is to correct or rearrange the timeline."

"It can sink as much as land, and as small as a grass."

Fu Jin frowned slightly.

... Great, they can almost be regarded as gods in the traditional sense.

"What is a funeral?" Fu Jin took a moment to digest the information before asking.

"There is a chain of cause and effect above the timeline, and the chain of cause and effect determines the future of the 'spirit', that is, the escape from the form to the realm of the 'god'. Timelines fade with time, but the chain of cause and effect cannot be erased."

"No person, thing, or thing can annihilate the chain of cause and effect, just as Fu Jin will die, but 'you' won't die."

"The popular explanation is that the form in the 'form and god are destroyed' described in the novel of cultivating immortals is extinguished, but the god will not be destroyed. That is, the immortality of consciousness."

"Fu Jin is defined by the world, Fu Jin's parents, and those who know Fu Jin, and there is a precise target to which it exists, and your spirit itself does not have such a norm."

"But after Fu Jin's death, you will return to the state of zero, losing the definition and framework of 'Fu Jin'. Then, after reincarnation, he was redefined by the timeline and became a new 'Fu Jin', which is the so-called 'reincarnation'."

"To send a funeral is to send the soul into samsara."

"Why can't the grave be buried?"

"The graveman is free from the chain of cause and effect, so he can touch the chain of cause and effect. But because the grave is out of the chain of cause and effect, they can't participate in it. We are spectators and are not involved."

"Mr. Fu, do you know? The tomb means the grave, and the grave means 'the one who dwells in the grave'." He paused for a moment, and suddenly smiled, "And what kind of person would live in a grave?"

"That's right, it's a dead man." She asked herself.

"The grave can be reincarnated, but unlike people, the grave is not reborn. We are dead people, defined since we exist, without new birth, always the same identity."

"There are many things in this world that can be changed, but life and death are irreversible. Therefore, the dead are always dead and cannot be resurrected."

"Fu Jin will die, but the descendant will not die, because the descendant has long been 'not human'." He smiled slightly, "The dead cannot bury the living, they themselves are people from different worlds."

"We are reincarnated in the world that belongs only to the dead, so we cannot send the living back to the reincarnation of the living."

"Inspiration is not the reason for deciding whether or not to be bound by the chain of cause and effect, the world of life and death is."

"The world of the graveman is also similar to that of human beings, with social types, class status, high and low, as if we divide the grave into nine or one level."

"But all this is determined by real ability, and there is no injustice."

"The world of the grave is different from this world, we don't bully and we don't discriminate. As grave men, our lives are longer than the lives of ordinary people, Mr. Fu, can you imagine? I'm more than a hundred times older than you. In countless reincarnations, stay alive by staying self. eternal life as the dead."

「……」

"What's wrong? Mr. Fu."

Fu Jin couldn't answer, and he couldn't imagine that what he said was not something he could understand with preconceived notions, so he had to skip her question, "There is another question, who is she?"

Strangely understood what he was asking, "The caretaker of this place who saved you is in charge of guarding the city."

Fu Jin was silent.

He was quiet, as if waiting for him to speak first.

「... I see." Fu Jin rubbed his temples, he asked everything he wanted to know.

"Now let's talk about what you want to know."

"I'd like to know how you found out something was wrong with that kid."

"Quite simply, she dodged my hand three times in a row." Fu Jin replied.

「... Is that all?" He was stunned.

"Yes." Fu Jin said. He curled his lips slightly, and asked with a smile, "Do you need too many reasons to see the truth?"

The descendant also smiled, "Not really." She sighed under her breath, "I thought it was the amulet that was heating up... Looks like I'm overthinking."

Fu Jin couldn't help but smile, "What kind of novel is that?"

Shaking her head, she explained, "The Grave Keeper does have research on how to use the amulet to warn the wearer of the danger he may encounter." After that, she raised her eyes and glanced at Fu Jin deeply, "Was there really nothing abnormal about your talisman at that time?"

Fu Jin looked at her serious expression, raised her eyebrows, and affirmed again, "That's right."

"That's weird... It has been the consensus of makers to choose a warning method to put on the amulet. After all, the performance of the amulet is linked to the ability of the maker, and no one is sure that the wearer of the amulet will encounter an enemy that is beyond imagination."

"That's a shame, I don't have one." After Fu Jin finished speaking, he stood up and said with some narcissism, "After all, I am the life of the male protagonist of the novel."

"Good night."

Yi looked at him and said in a sincere tone, "Good night, Mr. Fu."

Fu Jin turned around and walked into the room.

He turned off all the lights, leaving only the sensor lights.

She sat blankly on the couch.

After a long time, she suddenly stood up and climbed out of the small balcony.

…

Seven floors away, tall buildings and flat ground.

She walked across the long street, past the pet shop, and onto the road that Tai had said.

The force field of perception turned on, and she walked slowly along the sidewalk, step by step.

Finally, she found that bit of whiteness next to the trash can.

Exactly that girl.

She gently held it in the palm of her hand.

"Would you like to be a graveman? Dedicate this world to the end with us before it ends."

The white light flashed.

She smiled softly, and she slipped it into her pocket.

... A first-level graver, from the moment he becomes a first-class graver to the moment he dies, is allowed to transform a person.

In a trance, he heard a girl's voice, muttering to herself in confusion.

Over and over again.

「... Mom told me to wait for her here..."

「... Xiao Yan is waiting for her mother here..."

"If you become a grave person, you can always protect your mother." Said softly.

And so it was all silent.

Close your palms.

The night faded.