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A moment later, he jerked to the corpse furnace, his hand trembling slightly, and reached for the lid.

Those ancestral teachings that have been imprinted in his heart for thirty years instantly came to mind, even if the heavens and the earth collapsed and the world was apocalyptic, he would not forget it.

The moment the furnace was opened, he fell to his knees, tears rushing out of his eyes like a flood of tears, flowing in every crack in the rings of time.

He fell to his knees, slowly closed his eyes, and a funeral song came out of his half-open and half-closed mouth:

"Sons of those born in the last days, resentment is dust, which can float or sink or fly, and those who are born in heaven and earth, thou hast come with the gospel, and sprinkled rain, and washed the world into the sea."

At this time, in the corpse refining furnace, a green dress swayed with the flames, her long hair and waist were as beautiful as silk, the girl's face was ruddy, her skin was white and red, and she was lying quietly, like a saint who had been sleeping for thousands of years.

His deep voice continued to echo through the gloomy mortuary:

"The soul goes to the abyss of no return, bringing eternal light to the world, wandering away from the boundless people, you come from the last days, you leave from the troubled times, you hear the call of the earth, may you stop in the world."

I saw the girl's chest rise and fall slightly, her eyes slowly opened, and sparks flashed in her dark red eyes, blinking and blinking, gradually turning into clear lake water.

The funeral song still lingers in the morgue:

"The devil beats in the darkness, the morning is still early, the tomb bell has struck, the lighthouse in the night, do not extinguish the candle, she is returning, please show her the direction of the dawn."

The girl sat up, looking left and right, her eyes fluttering, revealing loveliness in confusion, and the flames surrounded her, but she was unharmed and beautifully dressed.

Up close, she saw a layer of mist floating around her, blocking the raging fire.

Funeral songs looming:

"You have walked through every blood-stained land, you have searched every corner of history, you have passed through every mountain and river, forgetting is not your final destination, ring it, unbounded wind chimes."

The memory of Sansheng III hit like a tide, the girl raised the corners of her mouth, her cute expression immediately turned into an arrogant smile, and a beautiful shadow flashed out of the corpse refining furnace, shouting to stop his whispering elegy.

He hesitated for a moment, then continued to sing the last line:

"May your holy soul perish forever."

The girl turned around, looked at the bad old man in front of her, and said with a smile: "Old uncle, you sing well, very much like the man from two thousand years ago!" ”

The end of the funeral song stopped suddenly, he opened his eyes, looked at the lively girl in front of him, and asked, "Is the person you are talking about the ancestor of the mourners, the son of King Zhuang?" ”

"Hee-hee...... No comment! ”

The girl smiled at him and turned to walk out of the morgue.

Seeing the girl's lively and cheerful appearance, a smile appeared on his face, his eyes were small, and when he smiled, there were only a few wrinkles hanging under his eyebrows.

The girl walked far out of the door before he shouted loudly: "If you see him again, say hello for me, just say, Master Zu, rest assured, the inheritance of the mourners has endured for thousands of years." ”

"Why?" The girl asked, turning.

"The ancestor set the rules, and the mourners can only pass on one line."

"There is only one person in each generation, so if you don't have time to pass it on...... What should I do if I die? The girl wondered.

He was amused by the cute girl in front of him, and said, "I don't have to hide it from you, the mourner will not die unexpectedly!" ”

I hadn't seen him so happy in thirty years, and he talked a lot, and continued: "The mourners can see the death hole of a person's life, and they will definitely not step into it, and if they do not ask for death, there is no possibility of accidental death." ”

"Why do you want to pass it all the way?" The girl asked with a wink.

"Accidental death is also part of the laws of nature, and if everyone is a mourner, wouldn't the world be in chaos?"

"Then why pass it on? Forget it! The girl was depressed.

He shook his head with a smile, then nodded again: "I almost forgot, you were right!" One more word for me, just say that the mission of the mourners has been completed today, and the old man is honored! ”

He added: "There will be no more mourners in the world." ”

The girl didn't know what he was talking about, but she should have been able to guess a little, so a happy smile spread across her face, and two blush rose on her cheeks.

Saying goodbye to the old uncle, the girl jumped and ran out of the crematorium.

Under the bright sun, in the breeze, her skirt fluttered, running in the wind, and her smile was covered by her messy hair, which was even more charming.

She ran to the terraces, ran into the tomb of King Zhuang, and ran into the gates of hell.

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After the girl left, he looked at his watch, and it was already afternoon work time, and he remembered that he had not eaten lunch yet.

But he wasn't hungry at all, leaned on the furnace, lit a cigarette, swallowed the clouds, squinted at the wall in front of him, thoughtful.

The words that have been passed down by his ancestors for thousands of years echoed in his mind:

"The elegy will never cease until the wind chimes of the boundless wind are sung."

The cigarette had burned out, and he didn't come back to his senses until his fingers burned, and the experience he had just experienced was like a dream for a thousand years.

Now, the mission of waiting for a thousand years has been completed, he should be happy, but there is always a stone in his heart, which makes his brows wrinkle deeper and deeper.

He didn't know what happened thousands of years ago, but he knew it must have been earth-shattering, which is why the mourners were passed down to the world.

He could see some vague shadows from the girl's fate, and see some grains of sand hidden in the long river of history.

He vaguely felt that the mission of the mourners was not over, and singing the unbounded wind chimes and saving the girl might be just the beginning.

Or rather, the mission was accomplished, but he sensed a crisis in the man in the hat, and as the last generation of mourners, he could not sit idly by.

He picked up the broom and diligently cleaned every corner of the morgue, just like sweeping away all the memories buried here in his youth.

After the mortuary was spotless, he returned to his bungalow, which was less than fifteen square meters, took off his work clothes, washed it clean, and cooled it outside the door.

He took out a half-cut pencil from a drawer, took out a yellowed piece of stationery, and neatly wrote down his resignation letter.

From the old box under the bed, he pulled out a black cloth hat, put on an army green coat, and carried no luggage, he slowly walked out of the crematorium without looking back.

Thirty years ago, he adhered to the ancestral teachings, kept a low profile, hid in the mountains and forests, and became an ordinary soul ferryman.

Today, thirty years later, the mission is over, and his birth will surely set off an underground war between man and god.