The Spirit World

Chapter 563 [Crow Feather Echo] Eulogy

Rain, are you the most heartless thing in this world?

They are flying in this world, bidding farewell to this amazing legend.

The rain is falling heavily.

"Dear sirs, dear friends, and distinguished guests." A blonde woman in a black formal dress turned her head towards his grave, towards the group of black umbrellas standing next to the grave.

Silence, like the wailing at this moment.

A low pile of earth was turned outward. Inside the cemetery, there was a cold body that seemed to still have a cold smile on its face.

It was a corpse, wearing a black suit, so neat, and a green sword lay silently beside his coffin, as a burial object.

"On behalf of Lilia, the wife of my most sincere friend in my life, and on behalf of all the relatives and friends of the Caroline family, thank you all for coming to attend the funeral of my most sincere friend Jack Nyman. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to share our grief and say goodbye to my most beloved friend."

White flowers sway in the rain. Those bright flowers, together with the dead silence, clearly mark the boundary between life and death.

"On this day, we mourn the death of a brave man who dedicated his entire life to the peace of all things in the spiritual world. His life was brilliant, glorious, and full of honor. He sacrificed in war, but contributed to peace. Based on the great deeds of all things in the spiritual world, his name will be engraved on the monument of history, and the song of peace will forever sing his great deeds."

The white doves and the olive flags of peace are quietly waiting for the awakening of this brave man. The doves stare dully at the crows in the sky and the rain, and they also seem to be praying for the passing of this hero.

"On August 2041, 8, Jack Nyman, my dear friend, died gloriously in the battle of the Nether Sea against the seven great demons in order to preserve the last spark of fire in the world. On that sad day, we lost a comrade who risked his life for the cause of peace. It was also because of his bravery that the last spark of fire in the world was preserved. His sacrifice made us sad. His sacrifice is a loss to the history of the spiritual world. His sacrifice is something that even the noblest people would pay homage to when they come to his tomb."

The speaker sang sadly.

"Let us observe a moment of silence for the passing of this sincere peacemaker."

The singing of the elves' song was accompanied by soft crying, and the umbrellas and raindrops fell down, pouring out the endless hatred.

It was as if God wanted him to die, so he died without leaving any trace.

"In life, he was modest, open-minded, hardworking and simple. He loved his family, treated his family members with respect and dignity. Although he had no children, his outstanding qualities and noble character are still worth learning and practicing."

In the sky, crows are crowing in harmony.

There is a not so pleasant sound in this hymn, because of the crow. It is the singing of the crow. The singing of the crow is like a low and hoarse cry, so shamelessly unpleasant.

The calm and beautiful hymn began to slowly distort, accompanied by the crows, until it twisted into an absurd roar.

"Grand Duke Jack Nyman's life was short, like a fleeting moment, but his great achievements in the monument of human history will be immortal!"

The speaker opened his arms.

He said solemnly: "Please say your final farewell to the deceased."

The black umbrellas began to retreat one after another, and they stood in two rows, sending white flowers one by one. The flowers that mourned the dead may be blown to the other side of the world with the grief of the dead.

"My dear..." The first person to send flowers was Lilia.

She was wearing a black dress, and black flowers in her hair swayed in the pattering wind and rain. She looked haggard and weak, as if she was about to die.

She really couldn't say anything, so she could only hug the blonde woman, the speaker, and cry loudly.

He patted her shoulders and her back, and she felt a little better. Lilia lowered her eyes sadly and silently retreated behind her, throwing the white flowers into the grave, onto the body. That was her husband, her deceased husband.

Those flowers will be buried in the ground with him, even though they are so bright.

"You always tell me to be careful..." A woman with blond to white hair slowly stood out. She was wearing a long black windbreaker. She held a flower in one hand and a black painted picture in the other. On the painted picture, a girl was pinching a boy's face. They both had blond to white hair and happy smiles.

"But now, you have left me forever."

The girl with blond or white hair wiped away her tears, and the flower in her hand, along with the painted image, entered the cemetery and was buried in the green or red soil.

"My comrade! Salute to you..." A blond man in a suit and tie put his cowboy hat on his chest, bowed deeply, raised his head and threw down the white flowers. The man's silence was a farewell with thousands of words.

"I hope this is the last funeral of a friend that I attend." Another man in a suit and tie slowly stood up. He put down his double-edged sword and clanged it twice, making a golden explosion.

Like a salute to death, so violent, so intense, and so fleeting.

"Goodbye!" The man quickly retreated and threw the flowers directly into the cemetery.

There were many others who just said goodbye silently. They were speechless, or saluted with their hats, or bowed in respect, but they all showed deep respect.

Only the last one.

Her black eyes sparkled like stars, and her black dress shone with them. She seemed to be just a little sad, but mostly regretful. The him in her beautiful eyes, perhaps, was just like a new life, moving away.

"I'm very sorry."

She said: "I didn't come to your side earlier to help you... Perhaps there is indeed a misunderstanding between us. Everything about you is so noble, and I have long felt ashamed of myself. After all, we are no longer the two children who hid in the corner and watched Li Xiaoyao kiss Zhao Linger. I am very sad about your departure, and I admire your deeds, but that's all."

After she finished speaking, it was as if she was closing the door of the coffin. The green sword was quietly emitting a green glow, as if it was also saying goodbye. The door of the coffin was indeed closed, which meant that Jack Nyman as a human being had passed away.

Now, when people mention him, besides Grand Duke Jack Nyman, there is another resounding title, hero.

The name of the hero is well-known.

But the crows are still there. They will open the hero's coffin, peck at the hero's body, and welcome the end of the spiritual world.

(End of this chapter)