The funeral rites in Western countries are basically religious funeral rites, which means that religion is really practical throughout the life of the believer.

In it, the priest not only performs the rituals, but also provides spiritual support, comfort, encouragement and comfort, but also plays an important role, praying, reciting scriptures, and conveying God's comfort and hope.

For families with faith, the presence of a priest can bring them peace of mind and confidence.

“.”

"This parting is a painful experience for us, but we also remember that this is not the end, but the beginning of another journey for the deceased.

The death of the deceased is part of the cycle of life and his/her soul will continue to exist and will always exist in our inspiration"

In front of a large new cemetery, everyone grieved as York read the eulogy, especially as the experiencers and the last survivors, Bridgette and her sister Kathy were already in tears.

In the middle of the two was their father, Eugene, and some of the relatives of the deceased, including Jeffrey, Baker, and other police officers, looked at the priest and the new tomb in front of him, looking silent.

The atmosphere of a funeral is always heart-wrenching.

"Let us pray together that God will grant peace and comfort in the souls of the deceased, and let us pray that the family and friends of the deceased will find solace and strength in this difficult time.

Finally, let us cherish the lives of the deceased, cherish each other's love and companionship, and continue to move forward with hope and courage, and may the souls of the deceased rest in heaven forever."

Looking at the newly built tomb, Yorks drew a cross on his chest with a heavy expression.

"Amen."

Behind him, everyone also closed their eyes and bowed their heads for the final send-off.

After some time.

The funeral is over, and the person who should have left has long since left.

"Thank you, Father, for knowing that you saved Bridget's two children." Only a middle-aged man with a tired face was left at the scene to come over and express his sincere thanks.

"They are my last treasures."

York didn't think so, just looked at Bridget and Casey who were standing in the distance, "No thanks, if you can, I just hope you can do your duty as a father." ”

Eugene also looked at his two daughters and said seriously.

"I will, Father."

York nodded, "God will remember your words." ”

The middle-aged man also nodded and strode away, and under York's gaze, Bridget and Casey, who were pulling three steps and turning back, left slowly.

"Ugh."

After watching the father and daughter, who had begun to depend on each other, disappear in front of him, Yorks turned to look at the newly built cemetery, stood still for a long time in the blowing wind, and finally sighed.

"Actually, that's not what I'm trying to do."

Just now, he still received the final reward from the dead.

[All Wishes of Reed Apartment Building]

[Blessing Reward: +2 Attribute Points]

This surprised him, and he also had a hint of enlightenment in his heart.

Often in things like this, it is often when he has no purpose and really hopes that the deceased can rest in peace, and he will always be rewarded.

And when you have a purpose, you often get nothing.

Raising his eyes and looking at the virtual window in front of him, York continued to add the two attribute points he had just obtained to his all-round physique.

[Success]

[All-round constitution 74 liters to 76]

"There are still 24 points left to break 100......"

York's experience of the sensation that was instantly fed back into his body after this addition was added, holding the Bible, his eyes swept around one new cemetery after another, and then turned to leave.

Before he could take a few steps, a very thin girl with a shriveled backpack on her back, a hoodie and jeans that didn't fit well, walked from the road with her hands in her pockets and walked towards her with an expressionless face.

York stopped and turned around, and the other man nodded politely past him, and walked inside without waiting for him to respond, calm and silent.

But for some reason, although they passed each other like this, Yorkes felt the despair and struggle hidden in the depths from that cold and calm expression.

Thinking back to the first thing I found: the washed and crumpled hoodie, the jeans that were gray at the knees and the dirty shoes under his feet,

Yorks subconsciously looked back.

In the field of vision, the child was standing in front of a grave that had not yet been buried, staring at a coffin in the pit.

York's eyebrows furrowed as he watched as she suddenly climbed down the grave and lay on her side on top of the coffin, clutching her legs.

In this empty cemetery where only the cold wind blows, the child wanders like a lonely, helpless, stray kitten licking himself.

It makes people feel compassionate.

Seeing this, Yorkes suddenly remembered what Jeffrey had told him about the cemetery.

In his mouth, Nass Cemetery is a cemetery that does not charge people, so this large cemetery has always been the best place for poor families to bury their loved ones.

Because of poverty and lack of money, most of the dead buried here did not have a more formal funeral, no priest, and no eulogy, so they just dug a pit and buried them on the spot.

Because of this, the number of single tenants who died in the Reed apartment complex and the lack of family kinship and claim were finally arranged here by the official organization.

Yorks was silent and looked over there.

Combined with the known information, the other party is afraid that this is a pitiful situation again.

Most likely, the person in the coffin is her last relative.

Thinking of this, Yorks walked over slowly.

Since he encountered it, he really couldn't see this kind of scene, and he couldn't ignore it.

Finally stopped in front of this new cemetery, which had nothing but pits and coffins, at this moment, an excavator came in the distance, roaring, and York, holding the Bible, looked over there.

Perhaps it was the sound of the excavator that attracted the child's attention, but she just looked up and looked at it, even if a priest was standing on it, she continued to lie on the coffin without saying a word, but the hand holding her feet slowly let go, and she lay down on the coffin.

Glancing at the excavator that was getting closer, probably coming over to start burying the pit, Yorkswin said.

"What's your name, kid?"

The seemingly indifferent girl crouched on the upper half of the coffin and tilted her head forward, staring at the burly priest for several seconds before finally answering obediently.

"Lise Murray."

It was quiet, but York heard it.

Buzz!

The excavator also came to the side at this time.

(End of chapter)