"Funeral?"

Xie Chen muttered to himself with a puzzled face.

I've just come out of hell, why do I suddenly have to attend a funeral again?

That's a bit outrageous.

Isn't it still your own funeral?

The thoughts in his mind had not disappeared, and the white light around him had slowly dimmed, and then it became a familiar scene to himself.

Xie Chen looked at the familiar walls around him, which was the bedroom room of the guest room on the second floor of the Chonghui Hotel.

"Could it be that you are resting here?"

The dresser in front of him was filled with plates of food, including meat staples and fruits, and even a large vat of freshly squeezed juice.

Maybe I'm afraid I won't be able to eat, and the utensils with the food are all white.

The corners of Xie Chen's mouth twitched slightly.

This damn weird world is really pretend, if you really want to make yourself comfortable, you might as well just let yourself go.

But now I don't eat for nothing, I don't want to be a stubborn boss.

Under a gust of wind, the food on the dresser was almost eaten by himself, and after his stomach was satisfied, Xie Chen simply lay on the bed and fell asleep.

After all, a new copy hasn't started yet, and the most important thing is to recover your spirit.

After sleeping for a while, the familiar mechanical sound sounded in my head, even if I was still asleep, but this voice seemed to have penetrating power, quickly waking me up.

Xie Chen stretched and slowly got up from the bed.

Before he could react, the mechanical voice re-emphasized in his brain.

[The funeral copy is about to open, please prepare for the Chosen One.] 】

As soon as Xie Chen got out of bed, the scene around him had already changed.

The walls around the room vanished, replaced by a dull one.

Xie Chen waited quietly, and the surrounding scene unexpectedly changed dramatically.

I only felt that it was dark in front of me, and when I opened my eyes again, I was already kneeling on the ground.

The smell of damp and moldy air stimulated my sense of smell a little bit, and the urge to resist sneezing was really uncomfortable.

Xie Chen didn't look up easily, but squinted his eyes to observe the situation around him.

There is a huge white circle on the side, crossed by a bamboo bracket, surrounded by many fake flowers, and a very thick word "Dian" is written in the middle.

Even if he was three or four meters away, he could smell the strong smell of ink.

It can be seen that this is indeed a funeral hall.

A pillar in front of the side of the mourning hall has been covered with thick moss, and even these mosses have turned a little black because they have aged too long.

But from my own understanding, it is more accurate to describe it with the word moldy.

Mold and moss are combined, and it's almost impossible to tell which one is more like moss.

The air is filled with not only the smell of damp and moldy, but also the smell of incense.

These incense burns in front of the mourning hall, making the smell of the whole mourning hall even more pungent.

The brightness around it was extremely low, only to the point that it could barely be seen, relying on the two candles in front of the mourning hall flickering a little.

Xie Chen raised his head slightly, but heard the sound of suona.

The sound was not clear, only a faint little bit came to the ear.

In addition to the sound of suona, what is more obvious is the crying, like crying in your own ear.

Xie Chen leaned on his head that was slightly raised, and carefully looked around in this dim environment.

In the entire mourning hall, except for himself, he didn't even see half a figure.

That's it.

But it's clear that you're alone, but where is the cry in your ears?

Xie Chen looked to the front, and a long red coffin appeared in front of him, which was being erected with two wooden benches.

Except for a paper-burning brazier in front of him, all that was left was a lantern under the coffin.

This kind of scene really makes people feel a little suffocated.

The ever-bright lamp flickered slightly, and the burning incense in the air from time to time exuded a stronger smell.

In the brazier, half of the paper money was burned, the other small part had not been completely burned, and the remaining half of the word "underworld" was clearly visible to himself.

Xie Chen swallowed.

On the side of the two wooden benches was found to be a small table with tributes.

What is the tribute above?

I couldn't see clearly, only the side of the picture frame on the table.

Judging from its appearance, it should be the portrait of the person lying in the coffin.

I just wanted to get up to see who this person was, but I found that a piece of linen was lying diagonally in front of the shabby wooden plank where I was kneeling.

Because he raised his head a little, he could only see the subtle black spots on the linen.

As for the black dots, if you look closely, you can piece together some handwriting.

Xie Chen quickly narrowed his eyes and slowly lowered his head, but a few drops of water suddenly appeared on the ground.

“？”

I touched my fingers in confusion, but found that the water stains seemed to have fallen from my face.

"It's not a sweat either......"

Xie Chen muttered to himself, twisting his fingers.

When he reached out to touch his cheek, he found that there were two tear stains on his face.

"This ......"

I did hear a very obvious cry just now, but it was not me who made the sound, and there was no one around at all.

Why do you cry inexplicably?

Xie Chen wanted to stand up and walk towards the big red coffin in front of him to see if it was a god or a ghost?

But when he leaned down, he found that the content of the piece of linen in front of him could be seen more clearly.

Although the light in this mourning hall was very dim, I got closer, and then picked up the piece of linen and faced the candle flame.

The content is clearer.

[Welcome to the funeral as scheduled.] 】

As a family member of the deceased, please keep a heart of reverence for the deceased, and please observe the following rules so that the funeral can be held as scheduled. 】

[Rule 1: Mourning.] 】

[Rule 2: You are on a vigil, please don't fall asleep.] 】

[Rule 3: The lantern under the coffin needs to be on all the time, if you find that it is about to go out, remember to add oil.] 】

[Rule 4: The fuel consumption of the ever-bright lamp is not certain, don't care if you have just added oil. 】

[Rule 5: Never look at the statue, it's rude. 】

[Rule 6: Crying is to show respect and sorrow for the deceased, please do not stop crying when necessary.] 】

[Rule 7: No one laughs.] 】

[Rule 8: If you feel that you are being watched, no matter which direction the gaze comes from, it must be an illusion, do not try to find it, let alone meet the gaze.] 】

[Rule 9: When refueling, you only need to kneel forward two steps, bend down to refuel, and take two steps back while kneeling, there is no need to turn back. 】

[Rule 10: Don't look around.] 】

[Rule 11: If you feel a relative patting you on the shoulder or calling your name from behind, don't pay attention, immediately fill up the oil of the lantern and then retreat the same way, don't stop crying.] 】

Rule 12: Don't fall asleep. The coffin will be cremated at six o'clock in the morning, and at that time you can sleep (will **sleep)]

[Rule 13: Don't let the ever-bright light go out, it won't light up again......]

Xie Chen frowned and stared at the rules on this piece of linen, especially the sixth rule, which was not so strange compared to the tears he had just shed.

Do you want to keep crying......

The one who weeps should also include himself.

Xie Chen put the sackcloth in his pocket, and then quickly knelt back in place, this time lowering his raised head, not even daring to look around.

Maybe there are mistakes in the rules, maybe you should look around the mourning hall and look for some useful information.

But this copy has just arrived, and these obviously still need to be explored slowly.

The fuel consumption of the ever-bright lamp is not certain, which also shows that you must always keep a clear head and always keep an eye on the fuel consumption of the ever-bright lamp.

I don't know what will happen when the ever-bright light goes out.

But since the rules say it's better not to let it go out, or even if it goes out, it can't light up again.

Based on this alone, you should be vigilant enough.

But why can't I look left and right?

Can't even look at the posthumous portrait?

It's rude to just say that the rules say it's rude, and the reasons are obviously too far-fetched.

After going through so many copies, if it is a taboo that must not be touched, it will generally be used in a more affirmative tone.

Such a sentence of "impolite" makes the situation a little more ambiguous,

Although the word "absolutely" is also used in the front.

But the reason for the "absolute" is "impolite", and Xie Chen himself feels a little unreasonable.

After thinking about it for a while, only the posthumous image can be used as a breakthrough.

Xie Chen strengthened his courage.

Slowly kneeling forward, after all, the big red coffin was very close to him, and he was only leaning on two wooden stools.

The candle flame next to him slightly reflected his side face.

I was getting closer and closer to the offering table.

The table legs were already close at hand, and Xie Chen exhaled vigilantly and slowly raised his head.

As soon as he lifted his head halfway, he could feel a breeze passing by his ears, and then someone patted his shoulder with his hand behind him.

Xie Chen was alert, and reflexively wanted to turn around, but the little reason left in his brain quickly suppressed this action.