In the gray sky, heavy rain poured down from the sky.

And in this bad weather, a humble funeral is underway.

On the high ground of a deep mountain with no people, several figures wearing dark awnings and shovels were digging the earth, among them, the tall body of the gray knight was vivid.

The women who were not assigned to work on the side waited silently, and when the incident happened suddenly, everyone did not have time to change into mourning clothes, and they only wrapped a black silk scarf around their hands to express their condolences to the deceased.

Although the relationship between the deceased and the living is not intimate, and even the exchange between them is only ten sentences, as a community of fate, or the relationship between strangers and the deceased here, it should be closer than their relatives and friends.

Although it was a simple ceremony, the atmosphere at the scene was more solemn than any funeral, and if you want to say why, probably because everyone present was not sure that they would have the opportunity to be buried in peace.

A terrifying thunderclap descended from the sky, and the thunder made the entire sky suddenly white, and at the same time, the living placed the deceased in a one-meter-deep pit to prepare for the final farewell.

The people who were buried were Chu Xuan, passerby A, and Chu Xuan's creator, Arnold.

There was no eulogy, there were no priests in the audience, or members in charge of clerical work, and they were from all over the world, and they didn't know the customs of the deceased's hometown at all, Zhengyan, as a gray knight, was the only one with relevant knowledge, but helplessly, Chu Xuan or Passerby A were not subordinate to the Star Marine, nor were they Imperial cultists, so Zheng Yan could not preside over the funeral (Zheng Yan had a good personal relationship with Li Junyi, the only one who knew about the Warhammer, who once expressed his desire to become a Star Marine). As a result, everyone could only say goodbye to the deceased with a moment of silence.

The rain hit Chu Xuan's quiet face, fortunately, Chu Xuan landed on his back, and although the back of his head was also cracked by the impact, he finally didn't break his whole head. In a rare move, he didn't put on his helmet and looked with his own eyes at the wise man, the man he thought he could change his fate.

I can't help but think of that shameful night, the carefully planned operation, which almost cost me my life in the end. That proved once again that he was played with by the Lord God in the moment of applause.

Little by little, the earth covered the body of the deceased, as if to satirize his incompetence, which was originally a simple rescue operation, but in the end it was saved by the rescuer, and even killed him...

What the hell am I... What did you come to this world for...

At the end of the ceremony, everyone sent flowers to the resting people, and there was not even a tombstone, after all, people's understanding of the deceased was not even clear about the eight characters of birth, except for the name as a code name, they did not know anything.

The ritual was over, but no one left, and the crowd continued to indulge in a gloomy atmosphere, for the sake of the deceased, and for themselves. The funeral hall was surrounded by a solemn atmosphere, and Chu Xuan's death made all the veterans fall into confusion. Indeed, Chu Xuan's relationship with them is not good, and the number of people who died in the past is not a small number, however, the same person who survived a horror movie, even that Chu Xuan will die, so what about them? The cruel reality that has been put behind everyone's mind once again impacts people's hearts.

"Shall we, will we?" a soft voice came into everyone's ears, a worried tone different from her usual lively personality, and a few words that were not written to make sense of her words, but Zhengyan knew very well what she wanted to ask.

"In this way, lonely, no one knows, no one remembers, suddenly, silently died in a place where I don't know where..."

The others were also silent in silence, closing their eyes in a solemn manner, yes, when they came to this world, they had long lost control of the future, compared to the past in the real world, they couldn't even imagine when, where, and how they encountered danger, and even if they didn't die in a foreign country, relatives and friends couldn't even come to the grave to mourn, they were alone, and their souls were bound to the other world.

This isn't a joke... Zhengyan couldn't help but raise his head and look at the gray sky, the rain hit his resolute face, the steely man, is he crying at this time? Lord God, what a bad guy, he doesn't remember that it rained in the original plot...

What kind of mentality do you have towards this survival game? All along, Zhengyan has been detached from the outside, because he thinks he is a traverser, and he has the delusion that he will definitely reach the apex alive. So far, he has only regarded this adventure as a starting point for his rise, and if he has a sense of oppression, it is just a clone that he doesn't know exists, but how can he be sure that he will have a clone? because he is a visitor from outside the sky? because he understands the main god space? no, everything is just his speculation, maybe, he is not qualified to get a seat in the demon team at all, don't you see that he can't even deal with a small unjust soul? How can a stupid B who will die so easily become a demon!?

Cut! clenched his fists tightly, and Zhengyan walked away first, he didn't want to stay here anymore.

"Zhengyan!" Zheng Zha involuntarily called Zhengyan, and even he didn't know the reason, "Where are you going?"

"Now is not the time to grieve, we are not sure if we will be one of them before tomorrow, if you want to pay tribute to the deceased, let's find a way to live first. After saying that, he left without looking back, leaving Zheng Zhe, who was once again being spoken ill of, but at least for now, he was unwilling to fall out with Zhengyan, who was the most stimulated in this incident.

Walking out of everyone's field of vision, Zhengyan stopped, looked at the trees on the side, and in the shadows, Zhao Yingkong, who had not seen anyone just now, was leaning there. She crossed her hands and asked Xiang Zhengyan, "Is it so careless that you don't care as much?"

Hahu... Zhengyan silently took out his helmet, fiddled with it for a while, and then said word by word: "I have let that hateful undead play with it twice, and I will not allow a third time!"