Never closed your eyes?

Martin unconsciously stopped.

It's a bit of a sneak.

But he still looked calm on the surface, and in order to cover up, he deliberately turned his head to look at the two people behind him.

Octave's eyes widened at this, but he quickly turned his head away, muttering something in a whisper.

Salomon nodded at Martin without the slightest panic, and Martin didn't even understand what he meant.

After a brief moment of calming his mood, Martin followed Henry to the bedside.

The person on the bed is covered with a white cloth, showing a tall and thin figure.

Martin's gaze fell on the figure's head, he wanted to find something, but there was only a vague outline of white cloth.

"By the way, although it is a bit presumptuous, I still need to ask, among you... There are no women, right? ”

Sir Henry asked, with a weary look on his face.

"It's like this... In his last words before his death, his father specifically explained that there could be no woman among the mortuaries who operated the funeral affairs. ”

"This is his last wish, so I added such a separate clause to the entrustment clause."

"I think it may have something to do with his old-fashioned personality, he has always believed that women have an ominous atmosphere, and even the servants in the house are all male servants."

Speaking of his father, Henry's expression carried a hint of uncertainty.

Hearing Henry's inquiry, Octave and Salomon behind Martin pursed their lips unnaturally.

Martin, who didn't know any of this, just looked at Henry, and felt that this was also the knight's routine inquiry, and shook his head lightly:

"No, we all know what the terms are about, please rest assured."

Henry nodded, he looked at the figure covered with a white cloth on the bed for a moment, then looked up and told Martin:

"Father will leave it to you, I won't bother, if there is anything to tell the old Inke at the door, he is our butler and knows what to do."

With that, he nodded to Octave and Salomon and exited the room.

The heavy wooden door was closed again, and the room became quiet.

If it weren't for the two more people, Martin would still be a little timid in the face of the corpse on the bed.

After Henry left, Salomon walked to the edge of the queen bed and placed his Western-style makeup case on the bedside table.

As he pressed the button, a three-tiered wooden frame slowly popped out of the makeup case.

Octave was also much more at ease after Henry left, and he walked over to the bedside and looked at the objects in Salomon's alley with interest.

"Scissors, tweezers, brown brushes, my goddess, there are scales and weights!"

He uttered his trademark exclamation again, and Martin wondered which deity he was calling a "goddess", after all, the church worshipped the "God of Creation" and the "Holy Light", and he had not heard of any female deities.

"Death is a gift from God, and we should be in basic cleanliness as we receive this gift."

Salo replied expressionlessly, at this moment he was like a doctor about to operate, his eyes became firm, he skillfully put a pair of plastic gloves on his hands, and then took out some glass bottles containing transparent liquids and various powders from the vanity case, large and small, as if he was going to do an experiment.

Martin watched as he poured some powder into the clear liquid, carefully controlling the dosage, much like he did when making potions.

As the powder melts, the liquid in the glass bottle changes to a variety of colors, ranging from dark to very vivid red, yellow, and blue.

"I bet these solutions don't taste very good."

Octave shrugged his shoulders and said to Martin as he watched the young man's operation.

This is also the first time Martin has seen the operation of the undertaker, and when he talked to Shirley, he understood that the key to the completion of this mission is still on Salomon, he is the real "undertaker", and he and Octave are at most helpers.

After Salomon operated for a while, the counter was already filled with different colors of solutions, powders, and a variety of tools in the box, and Martin couldn't help but sigh that burial was also a technical job.

Having these tools ready, Salomon finally pulled out a slender candle from the bottom of the vanity case, which had a brass base and a dark glow throughout.

If he hadn't lit it right after, Martin would have thought it was an emerald gemstone in the shape of a candle.

"The rooster cries and the lights go out, don't you touch the gold?"

Martin remembered the story of tomb robbery in his previous life for no reason, do Western ghosts also like to blow out lamps?

But he's obviously an undertaker!

A sense of absurdity and dissonance welled up in Martin's mind.

Upon closer inspection, the candle was carved with intricate patterns, and Martin carefully identified a pattern of a scale, which was located in the middle of the candle body, and the dazzling light was depicted with lines around it.

In addition to this, the candle seems to have a toad and a giant carrying a coffin on its back.

Judging by the pattern carved on it, this is probably not an ordinary candle.

Martin looked up at Salomon who was staring at the candlelight, was this young man a "savior"?

The members of the Shepherds' Club are "saviors", which is something Martin believes in, and the bounty hunters who can face the "pollution" will most likely have their own secrets and methods.

I just don't know which deck the magical items this young mortuary holds or possesses.

Martin still knows too little about the genesis cards, and he only knows five or six of the 32 decks, and most of them have only heard of it.

He wanted to absorb some knowledge in this area in the training of shepherds, but he did not expect that there was no such thing as "training" at all, or that practice was the best training.

As soon as Martin was distracted, Salomon had placed the candle at the head of the bed, and then he slowly lifted the white cloth from old Sir Goode.

It was a thin old man, with the same thick beard as Sir Henry's, but a little disheveled if he was neglected.

The exquisite suit with intricate workmanship could not hide the characteristics of the deceased on his body, probably because he had been dead for a long time, his skin had shown a pale cyan color, but there were no corpse spots or decay, and I don't know if some embalming methods were used.

Martin looked into the corpse's eyes the moment the white cloth was lifted, and found that his eyelids were indeed not completely closed, but they were not in a state of "dead eyes", but only slightly open.

Salomon's face became a little serious, his lips pursed, he bowed first to the corpse, then took a purple handkerchief from the cupboard, and began to wipe the old sir's cheeks, hair, and beard.

His movements were solemn even with Martin, indeed, the bodies of the deceased should be respected, this is their last dignity.

Octave squeezed up, looking at the body of the knight with some curiosity, without the slightest solemnity on his face.

After wiping the old man's head, Salomon lifted the old man's upper body, skilfully took off the old man's suit from behind, and began to wipe his body, including his back, arms, chest, and hands.

Salomon didn't make any sound during the whole process, except for the sound of the cords of a soft cloth and the grinding of the body's movements.

The young mortuary meticulously wiped the palms of the dead old man, cleaned the dirt left in the nails, and trimmed the excess nails, and his movements were more solemn and full of a sense of ritual in this quiet environment.

"Huh?"

At that moment, Salomon uttered a syllable that revealed a deep sense of doubt.

The solemn atmosphere in the room was temporarily broken, and Martin asked:

"What's wrong?"

He saw Salomon hold the old sir's left hand, staring at his index finger, his brow furrowed.

Then, as if trying to confirm something, Salomon began to examine the old sir's fingernails one by one, from his left hand to his right hand.

His brow furrowed tighter and tighter.

Octave, who had been watching from the sidelines, also sensed that something was wrong, and he followed Salomon's example and picked up the old sir's left hand to check it.

He stared at it for a long time, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"Feathers! He's got feathers between his fingernails! ”

Octave shouted in surprise, this time without an exaggerated tone, and the expression on his face was very real.

Martin approached Octave and followed his gaze, and found that Sir Good, who had been dead for many days, had grown dense and soft fluff between his fingernails, like the fluff of a bird against its skin, with a dark red grease stain on it.

These fluffs are very fine, and it is difficult to find them if you don't look closely, and if you don't clean them up carefully, I'm afraid you really can't find them.

"Why does he have fluff in his nails?"

Martin asks Salomon what he thinks he should know, or he wouldn't be frowning.

"Feathers are the weight of death."

The young mortuary looked at the old knight's thin face and spoke softly.

"In his body, there is a strong smell of death..."

"He should have died a long time ago... But why is he still alive? ”

Salomon's face turned ugly, and he spoke contradictory words, as if he had discovered something unexplainable, which subverted his perception.

"It's Libra... He had a 'Libra' card in his body that prevented his death, but now the stopping power was neutralized... Why? ”

Salomon fell into a state of confusion, and Martin found his hand clutched Sir Henry's right hand, and pinched out deep finger marks.

"What is alive? He can't die anymore! ”

Octave let go of the old sir's left hand, which immediately went limp and slammed into the bed.

"Look! He's dead! ”

As if to be confirmed again, Octave grabbed the left hand again and let it go, letting it fall to the bed.

As Octave's voice fell, a hair-making voice rang out in the room.

It was like the subtle sound of a seed arching out of the ground, or the rustling of branches and leaves.

All three of them heard, and together they looked at the source of the sound-

The corpse of Sir Henry on the bed.

In the corpse's eyes that were not completely closed, two seeds sprouted and opened his eyelids, and then two tiny vines sprouted and grew at a very fast speed.

The tips of the vines were like two slippery tentacles, probing slightly in the air, trying to find the moist smell that excited them.

At the same time, the corpse's mouth slowly opened, emitting two hoarse and muddy syllables, like the courtship call of some kind of reptile in a swamp.

Martin heard the two syllables clearly, and they were:

"Mother..."