In accordance with the laws of the Trisur Empire, the requirements of the Code of the Sun, and traditional funeral rituals.
The dead must be buried on the same day.
A taciturn monk from the Moon Church came. He looked to be in his thirties and stood quietly in the corner of Connie's room waiting.
Mr. Hood had been placed in an ordinary coffin in the middle of the living room.
Mrs. Caroline's flower shop was closed today because she wanted to spend more time with the poor little girl Connie.
At this time, several neighbors who were on good terms with Mrs. Caroline were sitting on the sofa, surrounding Connie in the middle and whispering some comforting words to her.
But Connie was not in a very good mood and responded in a scattered manner.
Chen Lun looked at them, thinking about something in his mind.
His future plans lacked a technical talent like Connie, because he needed to set up an organization similar to the Shelter's Extraordinary Workshop that could produce equipment continuously.
It is very useful whether you are trading with other forces or waiting for the players to arrive and harvest their wallets.
He admired Connie's talent and planned to take her with him when he moved to the inner city.
But obviously, now is not the time to talk about this.
Chen Lun glanced at the Moon Church monk in the corner, then turned to whisper to Flo Yin:
"Please pay more attention to Connie these days."
Fuluoyin turned her head and "stared" at Chen Lun for a few seconds, then pursed her lips and nodded slightly.
"Um."
Chen Lun seemed to sense that Fuluoyin was feeling a little aggrieved. He was stunned at first, then realized that his tone was wrong.
"I'm sorry, I just..."
"I know."
Flo Yin's ethereal voice came.
"Connie is talented enough with mechanics that she can help you."
"No, I'm not apologizing for that."
Chen Lun smiled at her.
"You may have misunderstood what I said just now. I didn't mean to order you. I don't want you to do something for me that you are unwilling to do.
Besides, you are my biggest help in the future, Flo Yin."
Flo Yin was a little surprised, then looked serious.
"But I'm going to die soon..."
Chen Lun let out a long sigh and returned his gaze to the living room.
"I won't let you die."
His tone was very calm.
Flo Yin's heart was shocked, but she felt the weight of these words.
This was the second time she heard Chen Lun make a promise to her.
Unlike the first time, she had used it purely as a comfort because the existence in her body had told her that the possibility of survival was very small, almost impossible.
Perhaps returning to the Red Apple Church would give her a chance, but she would rather die than go back.
Hearing these words again, Fuluoyin felt inexplicably relieved.
I don't know why, but she believed it.
"Can I help you too..."
Flo Yin looked at the black-haired young man's profile and murmured inaudibly.
It was soon evening.
The setting sun at dusk dyed the entire city orange.
The monks of the Moon Church conveyed to everyone that it was time for the burial.
Giving relatives an afternoon to say goodbye is a very humane act.
Mrs. Caroline and the others stood up, and Connie expressed her gratitude to the monk with tears in her eyes.
The monks of the Moon Church slowly walked in from outside and carried the coffin out.
They were dressed in black robes with hoods covering their heads, and their arms exposed from their sleeves looked strong and muscular.
The two monks carried the coffin away easily.
Everyone followed the people from the Moon Church to the cemetery.
At dusk.
The monk read a eulogy for Mr. Hood, and the neighbors in black bowed their heads in silence.
A funeral is a sacred event that expresses the living's respect and remembrance of the deceased.
Death is a significant process for people, and in such a world of extraordinary existence, it is full of mystery and enigma.
The Church of the Moon is in charge of funeral matters 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 just two words—
solemn.
Unlike the Red Apple Church, which is eye-catching, the Moon Church is quite low-key.
Everyone in the church, regardless of their status, looked solemn. They rarely spoke, as if they regarded themselves as servants 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 in the grave...
Miss Connie, please accept my condolences.
We can all reach the moon after we die, and leaving this world is just embarking on the road to the moon."
The monk of the Moon Church said softly.
His finger drew an arc in the air and finally touched his lips.
This is the prayer gesture of the Moon Church.
Soon, the monks began to bury the coffin and dug up soil with shovels to cover it.
"I used to want to die, but then I stopped caring..."
Fuluoyin stood beside Chen Lun, watching this scene and spoke softly.
Chen Lun glanced at her and comforted her:
"Everything that happened in the past was not your fault, Floin."
The shadow of her childhood and the darkness in the Red Apple Church almost destroyed her heart.
"But I seem to have become a coward. I am now afraid of death."
Flo Yin turned her head and stared at him through black satin.
Chen Lun was stunned.
He suddenly thought of the countdown.
47 days left.
Flo Yin has 47 days left to live.
If the high-sequence flesh and blood faction mysterious substance cannot be found within this one and a half months, the A-level monster Beiyang potted plant in Floyin's body will not be able to maintain its tremendous extraordinary power.
Floyin will be invaded by pollution, eventually losing her personality and turning into a monster out of control.
Chen Lun took a deep breath.
"Don't worry, I've figured out a way."
"Well, I believe you."
Floin "stared" at him for a long time, then nodded and smiled.
At this time, the monk from the Church of the Moon walked up to each mourner attending the funeral, holding a glass bottle.
“Please let your sorrow go and turn it into a remembrance of the dead and a comfort to the living.”
He held a tear bottle and collected everyone's tears.
Perhaps it was because Mr. Hood did not have a good relationship with his neighbors on a daily basis, and very few people shed tears for him.
Only Connie cried the most sadly.
Finally, the monk handed the tear bottle to Connie and whispered a few words to her.
Connie nodded and took it, expressing her gratitude to the monk.
Chen Lun knew what he was talking about. Most likely, he wanted Connie to put the tear bottle at home. When the tears in the bottle dried up, it meant that the deceased had arrived on the moon.
But Chen Lun was very curious, how could a believer of Rose reach the moon
He couldn't help but shake his head.