Everything can be constructed with data, from delicious cakes to lifelike dough figurines... the program can push each link to follow the designed process, but it cannot reverse life and death.
The man had undergone surgery on his leg due to an accident, and there were traces of steel plates embedded in the bones of his leg.
Wen Shi finally tried it unwillingly.
"Do you want to use the advanced Drunken Life and Dream of Death-Cheating?"
"yes."
"The current skill has failed to be used, and the points have been returned to the original account."
The game can fabricate resurrected enemies in a mirage based on the player’s memory, but it cannot make real corpses speak.
This corpse is the only reality in the virtual game and has nothing to do with data.
Wen Shi knelt quietly on the ground for a long time. The air seemed to be still. Even the host did not dare to disturb him. Suddenly, a voice came over: "What a touching father-son love."
Wen Shi was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at the face with only the skin left.
"!"
No matter how sad one is, he cannot withstand the shock of being turned around and killed. With A Sang and Big Eyes around, Wen Shi was completely unprepared for his surroundings, and suddenly he was faced with a ghost face. Who could bear it
The owner of the ghost face is the old man ghost.
Wen Shigang was startled by him and almost bumped into the corpse. He glared at him fiercely: "Why did you run out?"
The old man ghost asked resentfully, "Did you take me back after you used me?"
Wen Shi opened his mouth and swallowed his words.
The old ghost asked again: "Do you know how hard it is for me to chase the car?"
A trace of guilt flashed across Wen Shi's eyes. He remembered that after he let the old ghost out to shoot down the drone, he had completely forgotten about the incident.
The old ghost was also unlucky. When he shot down the drone, he was thrown out and injured the bones in his arm. Then he saw the paired guest and wanted to catch him to absorb some Yin Qi, so he went to catch the guest. Who could have thought that the whole world would turn upside down soon. When he rushed back, Wen Shi had already left in the hearse. He tried his best to squeeze in before the door closed.
When he saw Wen calling him "Dad" and kneeling in front of the corpse, his eyes popped out of his head with emotion.
"Your father will rest in peace with a filial son like you, unlike me... who gave birth to a wicked beast and gave his father away."
The old ghost was filled with grief, and for a moment he seemed even more sad than Wen Shi.
Wen Shi was speechless, your 'son' was right behind you, staring at you.
The memories of many employees in the factory have been changed by Jian Qingrong. After the old man ghost was sent as a gift, he has basically stayed in the ghost box, and Jian Qingrong's true identity is still unclear.
Wen Shi really didn't have the energy to explain to him now. Considering the old ghost's psychological endurance, it was better for him not to know.
Seeing that someone had broken the deadlock, the host laughed awkwardly and came over to ask with a shameless face: "Happy birthday, haha. I just want to ask, when can the information be given? And about the change of the dean, where did the previous dean go?"
Wen Shi suddenly felt that he and the old ghost had a lot in common. He sighed and said, "We'll talk about the details when we get back to Fengguan Village."
A Sang held the bowl and handed it over: "Happy birthday, Dad."
He couldn't even get enough to eat, he didn't have a penny on him, and he only had a bowl.
"No need for gifts," Wen Shi stroked the child's soft hair with amusement, "The most important thing about a birthday is the company of your family. Your presence is the best gift."
A Sang said "Oh" as if he understood.
Wen Shi raised his eyelids, but he didn't see the scarecrow. His ears were alert enough to catch the sound of rustling. He followed the sound to the seat where the cake was placed. The little scarecrow was drawing straws to spell "Happy Birthday" in the back. Halfway through the spelling, he heard footsteps and raised his head, looking at him with his big eyes.
"Uh... I understand your difficulties." Sorrow without a mouth.
The big-eyed boy exuded resentment and once again realized the importance of the mouth.
"Actually, my birthday is still a few days away," Wen Shi always gets to the point instantly, "Isn't there a tea party?"
The tea party can only be held every seven days, and when he goes out to rest for a few days it happens to be his birthday.
The big eyeball came alive again.
Wen Shi returned to the driver's seat, put his hands together and bowed to the skeleton. The little scarecrow then closed his hands, which were covered with prickly grass, and bowed seriously with Wen Shi.
A Sang followed suit.
Old Man Ghost: "Look, even a scarecrow knows how to respect the elderly. My disappointing son!"
Before he howled again, Wen Shi stuffed the old man ghost back into the ghost box. Once the box was closed, the world became quiet.
He removed the fragment from the hand bone.
When I touched the edges of the shiny chip, the system's cold prompt sounded in my ears:
[World fragments: Parts that fell out after the ghost world broke apart, one of the materials used to seal the coffin.]
After moving the skeleton, Wen Shi called the host who was watching eagerly: "Drive."
There is no driver now.
The host has been running around to record programs over the years, so driving a hearse is not a problem for him at all.
After cleaning the flour crust off the driver's seat, he started the car with a smile, but a dark light flashed in his eyes.
It is not easy for anyone to enter the Ghost Gate. First of all, they have to avoid the hundreds of ghosts that roam at night. After that person, in addition to the accident that happened during the recording of this program, other people have entered the Ghost Gate in the middle, and the outside world did not even receive any news.
"Aaron..." The host read out the name thoughtfully. It is intriguing that the other party calls the skeleton that broke into the ghost gate "dad".
"Can you drive?" Wen Shi asked when he saw that he was reluctant to step on the accelerator.
"Of course." The host was still waiting to go back to the village to get the inside information, but he immediately got motivated and set off.
The gates of hell were wide open, monsters were coming in and out, and there were many ghosts wandering on the Haunted Highway. Most of them only had the desire to hunt, and didn't care about the grand sight of thousands of lights floating in the sky above the highway, which had never appeared before.
A Sang ran to the top of the carriage, and there was a ghost in each bowl. Usually, the monsters would die before they had a chance to cause trouble after approaching.
Without being disturbed by these dirty things, Wen Shi ate the cake and quietly enjoyed the scenery along the way.
Only he can enjoy the cream cake, Scarecrow can't eat it. The host has to drive, and A Sang's menu is all outside.
"Hospital..." The silky cream made his mumbling unclear. Wen Shi's eyes were slightly sharp: "So I'm a second-generation."
In the letter, Dad said that he had made a hole in the ghost world, so it goes without saying who built the Frank Hospital.
However, the principles that the other party set for him mentioned entrepreneurship rather than inheritance, so was such a large hospital confiscated by the game
You old thief, return the hard-earned money of this father and son to you!
The host was driving very fast, much less steadily than the driver of the restaurant. The cold wind blowing in gave people a headache. Wen Shi called A Sang back and temporarily closed the side window.
The darkness gradually faded away, and when they were halfway there, the sky lanterns disappeared, the sun peeked out from behind the horizon, and everything returned to the way it was when they first arrived. The red door representing life finally appeared in front of them, and the hearse plunged into it.
The light became dim, the hearse was speeding up, and Wen Shi felt dizzy.
"Open, open slowly." A Sang's face turned pale when he saw Wen, and he threatened the host with a bowl.
The latter was still stepping on the accelerator: "Little ancestor, take a look behind you before you make sarcastic remarks."
Ah Sang looked back, but there was nothing. He walked to the last row and finally found something unusual. Looking out the rear window, he saw a bottomless darkness. His vision and perception far exceeded human limits, and he immediately realized that the road was 90 degrees vertically upward.
The hearse, which could freely shuttle through the mirage, was firmly attached to the road and sped away. The red light on the front of the car flashed again, and the speed gradually slowed down.
The host unfastened his seat belt.
"get off."
Wen Shi was carrying a skeleton on his back. The moment the car door opened, the red threads seen when he jumped out of the coffin floated over from above, and the skeleton on Wen Shi's back was tied up and lifted away.
He was about to reach out for the corpse, but the next moment his own body joints were also entangled. The red silk acted as an elevator, pulling them up.
During the movement, Wen Shi deeply realized that it was easier to go than to return. The process of being pulled upward was much more uncomfortable than the rapid fall when jumping directly. The most uncomfortable thing was that Wen Shi had not eaten much food in Fengguan Village and had just finished showing off the whole cake by himself.
The motion sickness plus the pulling made my stomach churn.
The scarecrow had been nestling on Wen Shi's shoulder, wanting to ask a question out of concern, but no sound came out.
I immediately made up my mind that I had to get the mouth open no matter what method I used.
Fengguan Village, cemetery.
The dim glow of the ever-burning lamp surrounded the players, and their faces looked dark and heavy. Liu Yun held the lamp and looked into the coffin from time to time: "Why haven't you come out yet?"
There is a deviation in the flow of time inside and outside, but as long as you don't enter the ghost world, the time difference is not very large. Several hours have passed since the player left the mirage. As promised before, they have been guarding the entrance of the white jade coffin, waiting to pick up Wen Shi.
After waiting anxiously, a rustling sound finally came from below.
Liu Yun leaned over to take a look, and her chin hit a skull that suddenly popped out. She was so startled that she took a step back. When she almost fell, she hurriedly protected the eternal lamp in her arms.
Sun Geng supported her from behind in time, staring at the skull: "Another ghost came out of the ghost gate?"
When they were guarding here, only some monsters returned to the ghost world, and almost no one came out.
Most of the ghosts who want to travel have already come out before two o'clock.
"Please help me." A familiar voice came from below: "Take my father out first."
"Dad?" Everyone was startled, and walked forward to see the skeleton entangled by various spider silks. They quickly confirmed that it was indeed a skeleton and had no attack power. It was not a trick of the monster, and they hurriedly began to fish it out.
Not long after, two pale hands grabbed the edges of the coffin and pushed hard. Wen Shi crawled out, gasping for breath.
When there was only a short distance left, the red line stopped pulling him up and he could only climb up by himself. In order to save points, he did not change his body.
The host came out next. Compared with Wen Shi's embarrassment, he looked much more dignified. Not to mention A Sang and Scarecrow, climbing was as easy as writing for them.
In the cemetery, which was only illuminated by the eternal lamp, nothing could be heard except breathing. After a long while, Sun Geng's throat rolled: "You just said this is your father, are you kidding?"
Wen Shi: "My adoptive father."
He did not shy away from mentioning this point, saying that making it clear could actually reduce a lot of unnecessary speculation from the outside world.
Sun Geng's mind went blank for two seconds: "He is also a player?"
It was such a coincidence that the father and son were matched to the same instance at the same time. On second thought, the game used their close relatives to set up a trap, and everyone met their closest relatives. It didn't seem strange for Pei Wenwei to see his adoptive father here.
Tian Wanling asked cautiously, "Are you sure?"
In the mirage, she tried to find her deceased mother, fearing that she had met the same fate.
Wen Shi nodded: "My father came to this instance and caused trouble. The son has to pay for the father's debt."
The host couldn't hear the most crucial sentence in the game discussion, otherwise he would definitely sort out everything and get to know this shocking news before anyone else.
Cause an accident
Zhou Lulu and Liu Yun looked at each other. It sounded like their uncle was a very awesome person. But when they looked at Pei Wenwei again, they instantly understood that the father and son were alike.
Tian Wanling swallowed her saliva and said, "So you are a second-generation."
At this moment, they finally understood why a newcomer could be so powerful.
This is exactly the effect Wen Shi wanted. Instead of letting the speculations in the virtual world become more and more outrageous, as a second-generation gamer, everything can go smoothly.
No matter how powerful the heir is, others will more or less associate him with his parents. This will reduce his sense of mystery, and when he does something out of line in the future... Yes, that's right, my family told me all this, and this excuse couldn't be more perfect.
The way to survive is to lower other people's guard.
Looking at the players' expressions with satisfaction, Wen Shi was sure that his goal had been achieved, until he saw Ji Yuanzhi, who was out of place. The other party was not surprised by the skeleton, but shook his head slightly, looking at him with a slightly complicated look.
When their eyes met, Ji Yuanzhi said softly, "My condolences."
When he was investigating the information, he was puzzled as to how a living person could be completely missing. How to solve the problems of identity and household registration? If the person who saved Pei Wenwei was a player, everything would be explained. Any powerful old player, not to mention being able to cover the sky with one hand in reality, would definitely be able to handle this matter.
Fortunately, Pei Wenwei was really saved that year, both his body and soul. Unfortunately, the person who saved him is also gone, and even his body had to be retrieved personally.
Think about how sad it is.
"..." Wen Shi now finally understood what it meant to be most afraid of friends' sudden concern.
Obviously the age difference is not that big, but this sponsor actually looks at me as if I were a lonely child.
"Hiss—" He touched his arm uncomfortably, trying to rub away the goose bumps.
Sun Geng broke the silence for the second time tonight and changed the subject to the dungeon itself: "Today is the last day of recording for the show. The production crew is gone, so there shouldn't be any game sessions."
Wen Shi nodded: "That's right, just stay here and it'll be fine."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ah Sang holding a bowl and looking at the countless ghosts in the village below the mountain, his eyes glowing green. He coughed lightly and said, "Come on, repeat after me. The Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts is very dangerous. We need to stay safe for now."
A Sang ate a few appetizers on the Haunted Highway, but was frightened by Wen Shi's "death" and tried to save him in a panic.
Because Wen Shi passed away so quickly, he didn't have time to explain anything, and his heart really had no beat at that time, so A Sang didn't even have time to take a bite. He just took a few drops of blood from his heart, but Wen Shi still couldn't absorb it.
Bleeding is harmful to the body, and he really needs to replenish himself now. "Bai, Bai's rice is delicious."
Wen Shi said earnestly: "You have to hide."
"Hungry, hungry, food, no picky!"
In fact, besides eating, Ah Sang had other goals to achieve. After seeing the bones, his previous persistence was gone. "Yes, is it because we can't eat meat during the mourning period?"
Or we can’t kill
If this is the case, you can only grit your teeth and hold on.
Wen Shi's mouth twitched: "... Our family doesn't have that tradition, but I'm worried about your safety."
After confirming that there really wasn’t anything, Ah Sang became extremely confident: “No one can catch me.”
It is definitely impossible to show off all the buffet, and he will withdraw in time after grabbing a wave of goods.
After his repeated assurances, Wen Shi finally gave in: "Go ahead."
The world below the mountain was shrouded in bloody fog.
Fengguan Village is a feudal village that has been the scene of many tragedies. In previous years, after the gates of hell were opened, a cold wind blew through the village, and under the abundant yin energy, many monsters were bred. The villagers attracted outsiders to the village, and every July, they used human sacrifices to appease the grievances of the evil spirits.
Something went wrong this year. The monsters roaming in the village were unable to enjoy the flesh and blood of living people, so they began to borrow the lifespan of the villagers.
Now the whole village is in chaos.
The villagers who were still half alive fled for their lives. Someone saw a child from a distance and pointed at him and said, "This is the sacrifice you want!"
As he wished, the monsters changed their target.
Ah Sang was very happy. All the food he encountered today was rushing towards him. Before he took action, he saw the big eyeball in the blood mist and knew why it came.
He took out a small hollowed-out bone from his arms. The bone was soaked with dark blood. This was the blood of his heart after he had failed to give it to Wen Shi. Later, he killed a monster and temporarily used the monster's bones for storage.
There was no use keeping the bloody child, and Jian Qingrong originally intended to exchange it with him, just like the blood-for-blood exchange at the tea party, but unexpectedly, A Sang stuffed the bone directly into the scarecrow's arms.
"Take it." Ah Sang looked at the large number of monsters rushing towards him with a smile, "I'll smash out some more brain cores and use them as food for Dad's zombies."
The zombies he was referring to were wandering corpses, which were currently in a dormant state and had not yet absorbed all the food they had been fed. After finally encountering the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Ah Sang decided to stock up on some supplies for him.
The fact that Wen Shi almost died under the earl's scepter left a shadow on him, and he decided to increase the power of the entire family.
The monsters were getting closer and closer. Some of the ghosts in the fog noticed something was slightly wrong after seeing the child lying motionless. They seemed to be moving forward, but in fact they were retreating at a constant speed in the team, preparing to wait and see what was happening.
Not every monster is so smart. A Sang's patience has been exhausted, and in just a moment he disappeared from the spot.
A new series of small footprints appeared on the wall. The monsters in the front subconsciously followed the trail and saw A Sang jumping down from the sky on the nearby eaves. With a whoosh, a gust of wind blew past, and the real ghost-eating child rushed into the team of ghosts wandering around at night.
The monster with its head raised the highest was hit first, and its foul black blood and colorful brain matter were splattered all over the ground, like a chaotic oil painting.
After a quick victory and harvesting three heads, before more monsters came to form an encirclement, A Sang retreated first and ran to other places to fight in the wild.
When A Sang was killing people in the village, the host asked the staff for paper and pen, and asked Wen Shi to fulfill his promise to do an interview.
This time, Wen Shi did not shirk his responsibility.
"The current director of Frank Hospital is called Ao. He has an iron hook on one of his arms. He enjoys abusing patients and will deliberately falsify their mental records." Wen Shi said slowly: "The main hospital is built on the other side of the ocean in the Middle Ages. If you can really find it, the last resort is to pretend to be a patient and sneak in. Remember to hide your strength and don't be locked up on the second floor. The higher you go, the more dangerous it is..."
He paused and raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you remember?"
"... Oh, oh..." The host quickly wrote something in a rush. When the mirage collapsed, he did not believe everything the other party said. This special guest was too blessed with holy light, but it was for humans. The host knew this very well and was willing to compromise for the sake of work.
The host is aware that the new job may be a way for him to get himself killed, but he is willing to pay the price if it means he can produce a world-famous report.
Now that Wen Shi not only mentioned the dirty things inside the hospital, but also gave a feasible plan, he was a little at a loss.
The players are also at a loss. With so much explosive news, should they listen or not
But Wen Shi had no intention of hiding anything. He sat leaning against the coffin, his face still pale, his collar stained with cream from somewhere, and his slow tone sounded as if he was telling an ordinary story.
Apart from the host, the person closest to Wen Shi is Zhou Lulu. It was the first time she realized that the term "personal charm" is real.
The young man had dark circles under his eyes, making him look a little haggard. Sometimes he would look down at the white bones that were also leaning against the coffin. When he got tired of talking, he would glance at the full blood moon in the night sky.
"If you encounter a patient, you must take him in..." He mentioned how this rule had led to the fight between Dean Ao and the Earl, and said to the host, "There are many more rules in the hospital. If you use them well, they can guarantee your safety to the greatest extent possible."
Zhou Lulu couldn't help but ask, "Do all employees have to abide by the hospital rules? Including the director?"
Wen Shi nodded.
The dean would not make trouble for himself. The rules must have been made by others earlier. Zhou Lulu couldn't help but sigh: "The person who first made the rules has a strong prestige."
In the ancient castle copy, Wen Shi once made a similar sigh. Thinking about it now, he suddenly felt a sense of fate.
He looked at the host: "I have almost given you all the information you can use."
There is another part that the other party can neither use nor speak of.
In the second half of the night, many monsters fled into the coffins one after another.
The host had a look of sympathy on his face. These evil spirits had been harmed so badly by a child that they hurried back to their nests before even staying for half a day on the rare Mid-Autumn Festival.
Wen Shi said calmly: "It has nothing to do with my child."
The fragments of the world have been obtained, and the Ghost Gate is about to be resealed. These monsters seem to be driven back to the place where they are kept by an invisible force.
The chaotic night came to an end with the appearance of the morning star.
At dawn, Ah Sang climbed back to Beishan Cemetery with a small bag on his back, "I, I'm back."
He handed the heavy bag to Wen Shi, which contained colorful crystals, each of which had been carefully cleaned.
"It's rations." Against the backdrop of the morning glow, Asang's eyes were sparkling.
Wen Shi reacted for a moment, and immediately realized that it was for the wandering corpse. He touched his head with a smile and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
Probably because many ghosts returned early, today is finally no longer cloudy, and the blood moon is replaced by the morning sun.
The bright sunlight reminded the scarecrow of the day when Wen Shi left the factory. It was also a bright day, and Wen Shi turned around and walked towards the bus without hesitation under the sunshine.
Ji Yuanzhi suddenly asked the host: "What time was the program originally scheduled to end on the third day?"
Host: "Twelve o'clock noon."
The ghost gate is most dangerous at night, and there is not much activity on the last day.
The players who had been up all night were no longer sleepy after hearing this. As long as they could hold on for a few more hours, they would be able to leave this damn love copy.
A weak voice said, "Well, at midnight, I have another mission."
"… "
Wen Shi: "I promise, there will be no danger this time, just nail a coffin."
Seeing how confidently he spoke, the players felt relieved.
The coffin was sealed at midnight. During the day, Wen Shi and Ji Yuanzhi went back to the village and asked them to take him to find the best man.
After returning from the mirage, the best man prayed to the gods for a whole night, praying that he would not have any more contact with the outsiders. Unexpectedly, he encountered these plague gods for the second time just a few hours later, and his face turned black on the spot.
Wen Shi held the sword and said briefly: "Will there be a funeral?"
Best Man: “… I am the master of ceremonies.”
The sword tip moved forward half an inch, Wen Shi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Great joy and great sorrow, turning a wedding into a funeral isn't something your village is good at?"
During the ghost marriage, the best man had seen the power of this sword with his own eyes and said with a sad face: "Then I will try it."
Ji Yuanzhi turned his head and looked at Wen Shi in surprise: "You want to..."
Wen Shi nodded.
The Ghost Gate is the starting point of everything and also the end point of my father. Perhaps it is most appropriate to bury him here.
The best man told Wen Shi what he needed. He didn't need to buy them himself. He called the old housekeeper Li and said, "Get everything ready before midnight."
Hearing that this unlucky star would leave today, Manager Li regarded it as the darkness before dawn and said he would definitely see to it.
The tailor who made Wen Shi's wedding gown took his measurements again, but this time it was to make mourning clothes.
When he heard that he was going to attend the funeral of a close relative, the tailor reminded him, "Relatives usually wear white, but in our village, we only wear black and red for important events."
Wen Shi: “Black.”
He asked the tailor to measure A Sang's size as well.
The tailor recorded the data. Fortunately, it was still early. If he worked hard, he could finish two sets of work in the evening. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he looked up and saw a weird scarecrow face. He was so scared that he almost threw the pen away: "What the hell?!"
The little scarecrow flew in front of her and quietly opened his arms.
The tailor was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to understand what the little thing meant: "You want to make it too?"
The Scarecrow nodded and urged her with his only eye.
Adhering to the principle of less trouble is worse than more trouble, the tailor chose to give in. After all, it was only a few centimeters, so it wouldn't take too long. He took out the measuring tape again and finished the measurement in three seconds.
"Okay, I'll send them to you in the evening."
After saying that, he hurried back to the workshop to finish his work.
The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. As the players wait anxiously for the day, the night finally arrives.
"Where did Pei Wenwei go?" Sun Geng yawned in the cemetery. "We have been waiting here for a whole day."
As he was asking, a figure came from far down the mountain. Dressed in mourning clothes, Sun Geng put away the frivolous look in his expression.
The tailor has high requirements for his work, and rushing the work does not affect the quality.
The mourning clothes in Fengguan Village are different from those in other places. They have wide sleeves and a cinched waist, with the upper and lower garments connected together. Apart from a longevity character sewn on the belt, there are no other embellishments.
Ten minutes before midnight, the mountain was foggy again. The two coffins representing the gates of life and death began to move as if alive under everyone's gaze. The coffins moved inward at the same time, and the jade plates on the sides disappeared at the moment of collision and fit, and the two coffins slowly merged into one.
The material of the white jade coffin is similar to Wen Shi’s peace locket, exuding two contradictory auras of nobility and ominousness.
When it turned into a coffin, the two auras lingered at both ends of the coffin, and a gloomy wind blew across the entire mountain.
The players felt the bone-chilling cold and could not help but turn up their collars and blow air into their palms to keep warm.
Wen Shi let go of A's hand and put the fragments of the world back into his hand bones. Then he closed it, picked up the corpse and put it into the coffin.
Sun Geng: "He wants to bury the person..."
Ji Yuanzhi interrupted and said, "Give me a hand."
Everyone realized what was happening later and worked together to lift the cold, heavy coffin lid next to it, and lowered it down to fit the coffin perfectly.
At about the same time, the best man came hurriedly carrying a bunch of things, placed wreaths and elegiac couplets, and lit three circles of white candles around the coffin according to the custom of Fengguan Village.
He took care of everything by himself and began to throw handfuls of paper money into the air, chanting "May the living remember you forever and may the dead rest in peace."
Wen Shi stood quietly aside, calculating the time and taking out the long nails and small hammer distributed by the game from his backpack. The crystal nails, which should have been fragile, automatically sank downwards the moment they came into contact with the jade surface, and he wedged them all the way to the bottom without using much effort.
One, two... Wen Shi did not pause or hesitate at all. At the moment of midnight, the last nail sank into the coffin lid.
For some reason, the best man suddenly spoke uncontrollably, shouting at the top of his voice: "Seal the coffin—"
The last two words echoed in the mountains filled with graves for a long time.
At the back, A Sang put down his bowl and bowed his head solemnly and respectfully together with the scarecrow.
(End of this chapter)