"funeral?"
Xie Chen muttered to himself with doubt on his face.
He had just escaped from hell, why did he suddenly have to attend a funeral again?
This is a bit too outrageous.
Shouldn't it still be my own funeral?
Before the thoughts in his mind disappeared, the white light around him slowly dimmed, and then it became a familiar scene.
Xie Chen looked at the familiar walls around him. It was the bedroom of the guest room on the second floor of Chonghui Hotel.
"Is it possible that you are resting here?"
The dressing table in front of him was filled with plates filled with food, including meat staples and fruits. There was even a large bucket of freshly squeezed juice.
Maybe because I was worried that I wouldn't dare to eat, the tableware containing the food was all white.
The corner of Xie Chen's mouth twitched.
This damn ghost story world is really pretentious. If you really want to make yourself comfortable, you might as well just let yourself go.
But now that things have come to an end, I don't want to be taken advantage of by a stubborn person.
Under a gust of wind and lingering clouds, he almost ate the food on the dressing table. After his stomach was satisfied, Xie Chen simply lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
After all, the new dungeon hasn’t started yet, so the most important thing is to restore your own spirit.
After a period of deep sleep, a familiar mechanical sound rang in my mind. Even though I was still asleep, this sound seemed to have penetrating power and quickly woke me up.
Xie Chen stretched himself and slowly got up from the bed.
Before he could react, the mechanical voice emphasized in his brain again.
[The funeral copy will be opened soon, please make relevant preparations for the chosen ones. 】
As soon as Xie Chen got out of bed, the surrounding scene had already changed.
The walls around the entire room disappeared, replaced by drowsiness.
Xie Chen waited quietly, and the surrounding scene unexpectedly changed dramatically.
He felt his eyes go dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already kneeling on the ground.
The air was filled with the smell of dampness and mold, which stimulated my sense of smell a little bit. It was really uncomfortable to resist the urge to sneeze.
Xie Chen did not raise his head easily, but squinted his eyes to observe the surrounding situation.
There is a huge white circle on the side, slung across the body with a bamboo bracket, surrounded by many artificial flowers, and a very heavy word "Dian" written in the middle.
Even though he was three or four meters away, he could still smell the strong smell of ink.
It can be seen that this is indeed a mourning hall for funerals.
A pillar in front of the mourning hall has been covered with thick moss, and the moss has even turned black because it has been aged for too long.
But judging from my own understanding, it is actually more accurate to use the word moldy to describe it.
Mold and moss are combined together, and it is basically impossible to tell which one is more like moss.
The air is not only filled with the smell of dampness and mold, but also a hint of incense.
The incense burning in front of the mourning hall makes the smell of the whole mourning hall even more pungent.
The surrounding brightness was extremely low, barely enough to see clearly, relying on the two candles in front of the mourning hall swaying little by little.
Xie Chen raised his head slightly, but heard the faint sound of suona.
The sound was not clear, only a faint one reached the ears.
In addition to the sound of the suona, the more obvious sound is the sound of crying, as if crying in one's own ears.
Xie Chen raised his head slightly and carefully looked around in the dim environment.
Apart from himself, not even a single figure was seen in the entire mourning hall.
That's all.
But even though he was alone, there was no sound of crying.
Xie Chen looked forward and saw a long red coffin appearing in front of him, being held up by two wooden benches.
Apart from a paper burning brazier in front of him, the only thing left was an ever-burning lamp placed under the coffin.
This kind of scene really makes people feel a little suffocated.
The ever-burning lamp swayed slightly, and the burning incense filled the air from time to time, exuding a stronger smell.
There was half-burned paper money in the brazier, and the other small part had not been completely burned out. The remaining half of the word "Ming" was clearly visible to me.
Xie Chen swallowed.
I found that beside the two wooden benches lying horizontally, there was a small table with tributes.
What is the tribute above?
I couldn't see clearly. I could only see clearly one side of the photo frame on the table.
Judging from the appearance, it should be the portrait of the man lying in the coffin.
He was about to get up to see who this person was, but he found a piece of linen lying sideways in front of the old wooden board where he was kneeling.
Because he raised his head a little, he could only see tiny black spots on the linen cloth.
As for these black spots, if you look closely, it seems that you can piece together some writing.
Xie Chen quickly closed his eyes and slowly lowered his head, but a few drops of water suddenly appeared on the ground.
"?"
He touched it with his fingers in confusion, only to find that the water stains seemed to have fallen from his face.
"This is not sweat..."
Xie Chen murmured to himself and twirled his fingers.
When he reached out to touch his cheek, he found two traces of tears streaming down 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 I cry for no reason?
Xie Chen wanted to stand up and walk towards the big red coffin in front to see if it contained gods or ghosts.
But when he lay down, he found that the contents on the piece of linen cloth in front of him could be seen more clearly.
Although the light in this mourning hall was very dim, I came closer and picked up the piece of linen cloth and pointed it at the candlelight.
The content becomes clearer.
[Welcome to the funeral as scheduled. 】
[As a family member of the deceased, please maintain a respectful heart for the deceased. In order for the funeral to be held as scheduled, please abide by the following rules. 】
[Rule 1: Save your condolences. 】
[Rule 2: You are keeping a wake, please don’t fall asleep. 】
[Rule 3: The permanent light under the coffin needs to be on all the time. If you find that it is going out, remember to add oil. 】
[Rule 4: The fuel consumption of the ever-burning lamp is not certain, so don’t worry about whether you have just refilled it. 】
[Rule 5: Never look at the portrait, it is impolite. 】
[Rule 6: Crying is an expression of respect and grief for the person who has passed away. 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. Don’t try to look for it, let alone meet your eyes. 】
[Rule 9: When adding oil, you only need to kneel and take two steps forward, bend over to add oil, and kneel and take two steps back. There is no need to look back. 】
[Rule 10: Don’t look around. 】
[Rule 11: If you feel a relative tapping you on the shoulder or calling your name from behind, don't pay attention. Fill up the oil in the lamp immediately and back off the way you came. Don't stop crying. 】
[Rule 12: Don’t fall asleep. The coffin will be cremated at six o'clock in the morning, and you can sleep at that time (you will sleep)]
[Rule 13: Don’t let the light go out, it won’t light up again...]
Xie Chen frowned and stared at the rules on this piece of linen cloth, especially the sixth rule. Compared with the tears he just shed, it didn't seem so strange.
Do you want to keep crying...
Those who cry should also include themselves.
Xie Chen put the piece of linen cloth into his pocket, and then quickly knelt back to the original position. This time he lowered his raised head, not even daring to look around anymore.
Maybe there are erroneous examples in the rules, and maybe I should look around the mourning hall to find some useful information.
But I have just arrived at this copy, and obviously I still need to slowly explore these things.
The fuel consumption of the ever-burning lamp is not certain, which also shows that you must always keep a clear mind and keep an eye on the fuel consumption of the ever-burning lamp.
We don’t know what will happen if the light goes out.
But since the rules say it's best not to let it go out, or even if it goes out, it can't light up again.
Based on this alone, you should remain vigilant enough.
But why can't I look left and right?
Can’t even take a look at the portrait?
Just based on what the rules say is rude, the reason is obviously too far-fetched.
After experiencing so many copies, if it is a taboo that must not be touched, I will usually use a more affirmative tone.
Such an "impolite" sentence made the situation more ambiguous.
Although the word "absolute" was also used before.
But the "absolute" reason was "impolite", and Xie Chen himself felt that it was a bit unjustifiable.
After thinking about it for a while, the only thing that can be used as a breakthrough is the portrait.
Xie Chen became braver.
He slowly crawled forward on his knees. After all, the big red coffin was very close to him, and it was only supported by two wooden stools.
The light of the candle next to him slightly reflected the profile of his face.
He was getting closer and closer to the altar.
The table legs were already within easy reach. Xie Chen took a vigilant breath and slowly raised his head.
Just as he raised his head halfway, he could feel a breeze passing by his ears, and then someone behind him gently tapped his shoulder with his hand.
Xie Chen was alert all over, and he wanted to turn around reflexively, but the remaining sanity in his brain quickly suppressed this action.
