Morax, I sympathize with you fairy

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These two are brothers. Due to the lack of education when they were young, they now work as a helper at the Rebirth Hall to learn knowledge.

"The journey this time is quite long. Please persevere. After the funeral is completed, the Rebirth Hall will definitely give you a generous reward."

Zhongli's face straightened and he warned seriously.

"No problem, Mr. Zhongli, we will stick to it!" Big and small Zhuang responded one after another.

"Let's go then."

Tread-tap-

The workers are gone.

Mo Feng only had time to take a photo of them (when he first came here)...

"So what am I doing here?"

He tilted his head and cast doubtful eyes on Zhongli.

"Just take a look."

Zhongli did not explain too much. Instead, he lowered his head and educated Bai Zhi:

"The job of the ceremonial steward is not to carry the coffin, nor to mourn. The ceremonial steward's job is actually very simple. For example, the ceremonial steward usually comes to notify you of the matter just now. But judging from your state just now, there is a high probability that there will be many people. It’s still difficult to speak in certain places, so I still need to practice this character.”

"I thought being a ceremonial servant didn't have to face so many people..." Bai Zhi's voice gradually became quieter, "I didn't mean it...it's really hard to say..."

"Practice more and you will be able to overcome it." Zhong Li rubbed Bai Zhi's head, "If possible, you can try running with Hall Master Hu for a while first."

"Hall Master Hu Tao..."

Bai Zhi did not agree to Zhongli's proposal, but said, "No, I want to stay with Mr. Zhongli."

"If you stay by my side, you may not be able to become a qualified steward."

"Just give me a name. Just like Mr. Zhongli, isn't he also a guest guest at the Hall of Rebirth?" Bai Zhi shouted.

"Haha, that's what I said."

Zhongli couldn't help but laugh.

Mo Feng: "..."

...

The mourning hall on the other side is where Lord De'an is.

Hutao came here with Ganyu.

The coffin was very heavy, and Mr. De'an's frail body could not push open the coffin lid.

In addition, there is a young man on duty outside the mourning hall, which is why Hu Tao is relieved that he is here.

Duke De'an felt guilty and did not tell anyone about his daughter's suicide. This also resulted in Hua Chu's not-so-simple funeral, where no relatives or friends came to pay their respects.

"Oh, Chu'er, I shouldn't have objected to you too much... I'm sorry for you... Come back and see me, just for the last time..." Mr. De'an sat cross-legged in front of a large iron basin. Paper money kept coming in, and there was an incense burner next to it, and the incense on the burner was always burning.

After nodding to the Yi Guan brother, Hu Tao and Gan Yu walked in.

Mr. De'an, who noticed the noise behind him, turned around and glanced at the two of them, and then did not look away.

Like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, he asked urgently: "Hallmaster Hu, the ghost of my daughter Hua Chu, why doesn't you come back and take a look at me..."

This sentence immediately stopped Hutao, after thinking for a few seconds.

She gave the answer: "People who have no regrets will not hesitate when crossing that line. Once that line is crossed, there is no way to come back. This is why some people's ghosts are not aware of it in the first seven hours." Reasons that will arise.”

"But Huachu didn't have any regrets until she died?" Mr. De'an burst into tears.

It turns out that his daughter never regretted her decision after committing suicide...

"Since her ghost has not appeared, it proves that she has no regrets." Hutao did a tai chi and said with a serious face: "At midnight, the journey to the afterlife is about to start. It's time for you to go back and rest."

"The midnight hour is coming..."

Mr. De'an stood up tremblingly, looked up at the night sky, and murmured: "Chu'er..."

Hu Tao looked at Yiguan's younger brother who was standing aside.

Yiguan nodded understandingly, walked to Duke De'an and supported him.

"Old man, let me help you go to the guest room of the Hall of Life to rest for the night."

"Chu'er..."

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Chapter 158 Illustration Book of Yanwang Diji

Duke De'an left with the support of the hostess.

"Ugh."

Hu Tao couldn't help but sigh as she watched him leave.

I decided not to tell him that Hua Chu was alive for the time being...

"Ugh..."

Gan Yu, who was standing next to Hu Tao, also sighed.

Originally, she wanted to talk to Mr. De'an about the pollution source of Feiyun Slope... But with Mr. De'an in such a state, it was better not to hurt him twice in a short time.

"No matter what, you still have to get things done, even if it's false."

Hu Tao took a deep breath, and her expression became solemn and solemn again.

Tread-tap-

The sound of footsteps came from outside the house.

After a while, several big men walked in.

"Hall Master Hu." The leader, Liu Xiaozhuang, bowed his hand to Hu Tao.

"Get ready and let's get started."

Hutao nodded to him and walked to the front of the coffin. The coffin-carrying team walked around the coffin, put up ropes and pulled the wires, and prepared to lift the coffin.

She picked up the incense on the table, and with a thought, three fire butterflies appeared out of thin air and landed on top of the three sticks of incense in her hand.

After bowing to the coffin and putting incense, Hutao stood with one hand in front of him, closed his eyes and murmured:

"The butterfly attracts life, and when the red ball blooms, it flies away..."

"An mysterious method, I have no choice but to burn flowers to make incense..."

"When the butterfly disappears, the butterfly can leave a ray of fragrance..."

"rise!"

Eyes open, butterfly hidden.

Lift the coffin and go to the funeral!

"set off!"

...

Hu Tao was in front, and the coffin carrier was behind, and they walked out of the mourning hall neatly.

Gan Yu, on the other hand, didn't know where he should be, so he had to follow the team quietly.

After walking a few steps, she saw another procession in the mourning hall, the procession that was actually about to be buried.

Mr. Zhongli and Bai Zhi followed the team like her, but did not see Mo Feng.

After the two teams were close, Gan Yu walked up to Zhongli and asked, "Does Mr. Zhongli plan to go to the funeral with him?"

"Originally we were going to go with him, but Hu Yang said that it would be fine as long as he is there. He can suppress it and we don't need to go with him." Bai Zhi answered first.

Zhongli, on the other hand, just pursed his lips and said nothing.

It was regarded as acquiescing to Bai Zhi's statement.

"That's it... what about Mo Feng and Yaoyao? Why didn't you see them?" Gan Yu paused.

"He and Yaoyao sent back a string and a pillar." Bai Zhi continued to answer, without giving Zhongli a chance to speak.

This is what Zhongli asked her to do, to speak as much as possible instead of thinking in her heart.

This is a trial.

"Oh..."

"He also asked us to tell Sister Gan Yu to wait for him on the road outside the Hall of Rebirth." Bai Zhi chuckled, with a gossipy expression on his face, "Sister Gan Yu, please be careful, don't be fooled. eaten."

Gan Yu: "..."

"ε=(?ο｀*))) Sigh." Zhongli sighed, looking at Bai Zhi with helpless eyes.

There is something in this Bai Zhi's words... He doesn't look very pure.

And today I saw her laughing while holding "The Travels of Emperor Chen" while secretly looking at him.

Later, I blushed while reading a book and secretly looked at him...

Zhongli had read "The Travels of Emperor Chen" and said it was a fantasy novel, but it was actually pretty much the same. After all, except Zhongli himself, no one could prove whether what happened in it was true or false.

Of course, there are some literary works with strange backgrounds... Zhongli has not seen them, but he scorns them and doesn't even want to see them at all.

I won’t go into details here...

After all, they are now leaving the Hall of Purity.

...

On Mo Feng's side, he successfully sent one string and one pillar home in the Chihuyan area.

Yizhu was very strong. Even when he saw his mother, he did not shed tears and promised his mother that he would take good care of Yixian.

Although Yixian cried, he only cried a little at first, and then he stopped making trouble.

When passing by Wanmin Hall, she happened to meet Xiang Ling who was closing the store and preparing to go home. So, Yaoyao ran away with Xiang Ling under Xiang Ling's warm invitation.

In this way, what was originally just a matter of sending strings and pillars, in the end, he was the only one left.

But it would be nice without Yaoyao...

Bai Zhi just sent a red envelope to himself... He said it was a good thing, bought at Wanwen Collection, and he must be allowed to open it in a place with few people.

After receiving it, a book with a golden shell appeared in Mo Feng's hand, with three large characters written on it - "Illustrated Book of the Rock King Diji".

Diji illustration?

That's right, including some illustrations in novels and other novels can help readers think.

Xingqiu also told himself this before.

Turning the first page, there is the image of the female version of Yan Wang Diji in people's hearts - wearing a slender black robe, under the glass-like crescent moon, her eyes are shining like amber.

Next page, the robe is not there...

Next page, post with another woman...

"..."

After glancing at the contents of the book, Mo Feng was stunned.

???

I grass!

This is a novel?

This special meow is obviously a notebook?

Or a lily book?

After being dumbfounded, Mo Feng chuckled sinisterly.

The people of Liyue are truly imaginative...

Morax probably never thought that one day he would be persecuted by the people...