In accordance with the laws of the Trisur Empire, the Code of the Sun, as well as traditional funeral rites.

The dead must be buried on the same day.

A talkative monk in his thirties stood quietly in the corner of Connie's room and waited in the Moon Church.

Mr. Hood had been placed in a regular coffin, in the middle of the living room.

Mrs. Carolyn's flower shop is closed today, and she wants to spend more time with Connie, the poor little girl.

At this time, several neighbors who were close to Mrs. Caroline were sitting on the couch, hugging Connie in the middle, whispering some comforting words to her.

But Connie's mood was not very high, and she didn't respond silently.

Chen Lun looked at them and thought about something.

His future plans lacked a tech talent like Connie, as he needed to assemble an organization similar to the Asylum Extraordinary's Workshop, capable of producing a steady stream of equipment.

Whether it's trading with other forces on your own, or harvesting your wallets when players arrive, it's useful.

He admires Connie's talent and takes her with him when he prepares to move to the inner city.

But it's clear that now is not the time to talk about it.

Chen Lun glanced at the monk of the Moon Church in the corner, turned his head and whispered to Floy on the side:

"You're going to care more about Connie these days."

Floy tilted her head and "stared" at Chen Lun for a few seconds, pursed her lips and nodded gently.

"Hmm."

Chen Lun seemed to feel Floy's aggrieved emotion, he was stunned for a moment, and then realized that his tone was wrong.

"Sorry, I just ......"

"I know."

Floy's ethereal voice came.

"Connie has enough talent in mechanics that she can help you."

"No, I'm not apologizing for that."

Chen Lun smiled at her.

"What I just said may have misled you, and I didn't mean to order you, and I don't want you to do something for me that you don't want to do.

And you're my biggest help in the future, Floy. ”

Floy was a little surprised, but then looked serious.

"But I'm going to die......"

Chen Lun let out a long breath and returned to the living room.

"I'm not going to let you die."

His tone was flat.

Floy's heart was shocked, but she felt the weight of the words.

This was the second time she had heard Chen Lun promise her.

Unlike the first time, she was purely comforting. Because the existence in her body told her that the possibility of living was very small, almost impossible.

Maybe there was a chance to return to the Red Apple Church, but she would rather die than go back.

Hearing this sentence again, Floy felt inexplicably relieved.

I don't know why, but she actually believed it.

"Can I help you too......"

Floy looked at the dark-haired youth's side face and muttered inaudibly.

It was fast into the evening.

The sunset at dusk turns the city orange.

The monks of the Church of the Moon conveyed to the crowd that it was time to be buried.

Giving relatives an afternoon of goodbye is a very humanistic and caring spirit.

Mrs. Caroline and the others got up, and Connie thanked the monk with tears in her eyes.

The monks of the Church of the Moon slowly walked in from outside the door and carried the coffin out.

They were dressed in long black robes, with hoods over their heads and thick, powerful arms exposed in their sleeves.

The two monks easily carried the coffin away.

The crowd followed the people of the Church of the Moon to the cemetery.

Under dusk.

The monk read the eulogy for Mr. Hood, and the black-clad neighbors bowed their heads in silence.

A funeral is a sacred event that expresses the respect and remembrance of the living for the deceased.

Death is a process of great significance for people. And in such a transcendent world, it is full of mysteries and mysteries.

The Church of the Moon is in charge of funerals in the Empire, and they deal with death all day long.

Chen Lun had personally participated in some activities of the Moon Church in his previous life.

His evaluation of this church is two words-

Solemn.

Not as conspicuous as the Church of the Red Apple, the Church of the Moon is quite low-key.

The people inside the church, regardless of their status, are solemn from top to bottom. They speak seldom and seem to see themselves as attendants of death.

Death is a journey from noise to silence.

"The death of one person is just one more grave for the whole world, but for those who depend on each other, the whole world is buried by the grave......

Miss Connie, please mourn.

We can all reach the moon after we die, and leaving this world is just stepping on the road to the moon. ”

The monk of the Moon Church whispered.

His fingers arced in mid-air, eventually landing a little on his lips.

This is the prayer gesture of the Church of the Moon.

Immediately, the monks began to bury the coffin and dig up the earth with shovels to bury it.

"I used to want to die, but then I didn't care anymore......"

Floy stood beside Chen Lun, watching this scene and said softly.

Chen Lun glanced at her and comforted:

"It's not your fault that everything has passed, Floy."

The gloom of her childhood and the darkness of the Red Apple Church nearly destroyed her heart.

"But I seem to have become timid, and I'm now afraid of death."

Floy turned her head, and Black Silk stared at him.

Chen Lun was stunned.

He suddenly thought of the countdown.

There are 47 days left.

Floy has 47 days left in her life.

If you can't find the [High-Sequence Flesh Faction Mysterious Substance] in this month and a half, then the [A-rank Strange Monster Back Yang Potted Plant] in Floy's body will not be able to maintain its majestic transcendent power.

Floy will be invaded by pollution, and eventually lose her personality and become a monster out of control.

Chen Lun took a deep breath.

"Don't worry, I've figured it out."

"Well, I believe you."

Floy "stared" at him for a moment, then nodded and smiled.

At this moment, the monk of the Church of the Moon walked up to each of the mourners who attended the funeral, holding a glass bottle.

"Please let your grief fall and turn it into remembrance of the dead and comfort for the living."

He held the tear bottle and collected the tears of the crowd.

Perhaps Mr. Hood does not have a good relationship with the neighbors on weekdays, and there are very few people who cry for him.

Only Connie cried the saddest.

Finally, the monk handed the tear bottle to Connie and whispered a few words to her.

Connie nodded and took it, thanking the monk.

Chen Lun knew what he was talking about, and most likely asked Connie to put the tear bottle at home. When the tears in the bottle dry, it means that the deceased has arrived on the moon.

But Chen Lun was very curious, how could a believer in roses reach the moon.

He couldn't help but shake his head.