Speaking of the funeral, the old man thought of another thing, so he said:

　　 "Don't go to Mr. Ink's club recently, something happened there. I will tell you when it's safe."

"Did something happen?"

　　 put the soft chocolate on the counter as usual. It swung its front paws at Jenkins and lay there. Jenkins took off his coat and hat and hung it aside.

"Someone broke into there in the middle of the night yesterday, went underground in an unknown way, killed Mr. Biddes, and snatched his body and B-12-2-4118, [Seal of the Undead ]. The amount of bleeding at the scene was very heavy, and Biddes probably died on the spot."

　　 "You mean the 187-year-old undead?"

　　 He had a very bad association.

"Huh, what kind of undead is he? The night watchman has intervened in this matter, and there is no result feedback yet. In short, I have to stay away from there recently. I think the murderer may have reached there directly from the mine tunnel, but the people in the club have already That road has been sealed..."

　　The ashes of illegal long-lived people are made from human corpses over 150 years old. It's not just a matter of simply burning it to ashes. During this period, it has to cooperate with complicated rituals, which seems to be related to the way the deceased died.

　　 But in any case, the [Life Sharing Alliance] who lost two of their ashes is likely to be directly related to this matter, otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence?

　　 "Speaking of which, Miss Magic also has a piece of ashes, she won't be spotted too?"

　　 Seeing that Jenkins was a little distracted thinking about other things, Dad coughed and motioned for him to continue listening:

"I forgot to tell you before. The background of Mr. Ink's club is not simple. This is the only stronghold for followers of the false god-the **** of guns. This false **** has a very good relationship with the great [God of War Lord], so he Of the believers who set up such a club locally, the church has not pursued it.

　　The people in the club will not give up. The magic of the firearms series has an extraordinary effect, especially the continuous advancement of firearms technology, which makes the false **** become more and more powerful.

　　 We don’t need to get into trouble for ourselves, so we don’t want to go there in the past half a month. If you need to practice firearms, I can recommend another place for you. "

　　 "Oh, those troublesome courses are about to start recently. The training of firearms can be slowed down."

　　 He hesitated, then asked:

　　 "Father, since I am going to the funeral in the afternoon, I am a little worried that my bad luck will cause trouble. Excuse me, are there any tricks that point to the occasion of the funeral?"

　　 When the old man heard the words, he shook his head and smiled:

"You are cautious, but that's okay. Come here, let me tell you. Although the number of crooks is not extraordinary, but far more than the gifts, this is only the part that has been recorded and numbered. So, Knowing more tricks is extremely useful for your own safety, although some of them will be used by them if they know it..."

　　 The two sat on the chairs in front of the fireplace, and the set of windmill models made of brass nuts that Jenkins had placed there was moved to another place.

　　 There is a corresponding mechanism inside this model, which can be turned.

"There are many legends and customs about funerals. Some of the more famous ones are that when the sun is out during the funeral, which of the guests attending the funeral has the brightest face illuminated by the sun, the person may be the next dead person. Most of these rumors are based on it. Ordinary people fabricate it, but part of it is true.

　　 There are not many tricks that specifically point to funerals, and some of them are related to a fixed time and place, so I only introduce the most famous ones.

　　 A-12-05-4417, the resurrection coffin. It is not a specific object, but a phenomenon. This phenomenon may occur in all formal funerals from October 3 to February 19 of the following year. Specifically, the material of the coffin containing the corpse has undergone abnormal changes, allowing the corpse to be resurrected briefly. The resurrection time is fixed at 19 seconds, and the resurrected dead cannot perceive what happened after death. "

　　 Jenkins frowned:

　　 "This will cause a lot of riots, right? But why, there is no content related to this in those famous legends?"

"This phenomenon is very rare. It may only happen once in decades. The last recorded incident of A-12-05-4417 was in the border town of the Kingdom of Chess 9 years ago, but because there was a guard at the funeral. Tomb man, he immediately contacted the church, so this incident did not come out at all."

　　 The old man nodded and signaled that Jenkins could ask questions.

　　 "Since it's a creepy thing, what about the creepy characteristics?"

"The danger level of this phenomenon is very low, and the strange characteristics are not obvious. The resurrected corpse will become a special material. Once someone uses this corpse as a ritual, especially the ability of the necromancer, the corpse will become Become a terrible monster. The specific ability is hard to describe, but a single level 7 gifter may not be an opponent. Therefore, after this happens, the corpse must be burned, and the ashes cannot be retained. "

　　 Jenkins nodded slightly, thinking about what Mr. Pisco would say to himself if he was resurrected.

　　 "Oh, yes, this kind of thing can only happen to the corpses of ordinary people."

　　 The old man added that Jenkins immediately lost his guess.

　　 There are many tricks that clearly point to the funeral, but the old man didn't introduce it in detail. He told Jenkins that if you want to understand more clearly, you can go to the data room of the [Death and End] church. Some of the information is also open to all the gifts of the Orthodox Church.

　　 Around eleven o'clock at noon, Jenkins left the antique shop and went home to change into a formal suit for the funeral.

　　Wearing this suit, there is no way to put chocolate in her arms, so she can only keep the cat at home.

　　 The body of Mr. Pisco will be buried in a public cemetery on the outskirts of the city. The funeral will also be held there, so Jenkins will go there in a carriage.

　　 Hathaway proposed last night that she should accompany him as Jenkins's female companion, but Jenkins politely refused. He thinks this will delay the whole afternoon and should not trouble others easily.

　　 "I'm so sweet!"

　　 Since late autumn, the price of fresh flowers has become extremely expensive, but I have to buy them. Due to the mental allergies of the flower girl, he finally chose the Dee Pedestrian Street, which intersects with St. George Street, where there is a flower shop. The price of a bunch of flowers is 1 shilling and 7 pence, an absolute black-hearted price.

Chapter 381 Chapter 376 Funeral Scene

　　 The temperature in the suburbs is obviously lower than that in the city. After getting off the carriage and passing a few shillings to the coachman, today’s expenses have exceeded Jenkins’s budget.

　　 After a brief heartache, looking at the cemetery, I felt heavy again.

　　 I was still worried. It was a bit conspicuous for a stranger to attend the funeral. I didn't expect that at the funeral of Mr. Pisco, strangers would come.

　　 Passed through the iron fence gate and walked along the long sermon paved with stone and brick in the thick fog, only to realize that there were really many people going to the small church in the cemetery.

Sensitive hearing allowed Jenkins to "accidentally" overhear the content of other people's conversations. It turns out that Mr. Pisco, as a well-known script writer, had a wide range of friends during his lifetime, plus some admirers and citizens who came here. Jenkins is simply inconspicuous.

　　 I don't know what method was used, but there were green bushes on both sides of the sermon. This is probably a variety that can remain green at the end of autumn. Thinking of this, Jenkins walked a few steps to the side, letting his right hand be blocked by the bouquet, and the healing green/air flow seeped into the bouquet of flowers in his hand, which was visible to the naked eye. It's more colorful in full bloom.

　　 "Hmph, sure enough, it's not a cure at all, it's releasing the breath of life!"

　　 Leather shoes stepped on the cold stone bricks, raised his hand and held the black top hat, the figure in front was a little familiar.

　　 "Professor Burns!"

　　 He hurried forward and greeted him. The professor who was also wearing a black dress turned his head, and was somewhat surprised to see Jenkins.

　　 "Oh, Jenkins, are you here too?"

　　 He did not ask about the relationship between Jenkins and Mr. Pisco, which also confirmed the fact that there were many strangers in this funeral.

　　According to local customs, funerals are generally held in the chapel in the cemetery. And if it is a remote place like a village cemetery without a church, the priest of the [Death and End] church will be specially invited to the city.

　　 The church here is of course the church of the **** of death. That inconspicuous building is at the end of the sermon, in the middle of the cemetery. The wall is already a little mottled due to the wind and sun, and at the top of the church's main entrance, there is a holy emblem made of black iron.

　　 There is no special power, just the shape and content of the holy emblem itself makes people feel very uncomfortable.

　　 and the professor stopped in awe at the door of the church for a while, and the two walked into the church together.

　　 The decoration style of the church is serious, and at the front of the rows of benches, stands a priest in a black priest's clothing. This is a gifter, but only at level 1.

　　 The small church was already full of people. When Jenkins and Professor Burns arrived, only the last row had a place.

　　 Jenkins is not clear about Mr. Pisco’s family situation, but according to custom, relatives should sit at the forefront. He hoped to see the girl in the photo when Mr. Pisco died, but he craned his neck and searched for it and didn't see it.

　　 The funeral is expected to start at two o'clock in the afternoon, and it's just one o'clock now. Obviously, the church cannot accommodate so many guests, and several priests are hurriedly coordinating the seat problem.

　　 Compared with yesterday's temperature warmer, today it has dropped again. This hot and cold weather is the easiest to catch a cold. The temperature in the church is exceptionally low. Coupled with the influence of the funeral atmosphere on people's hearts, even the strongest young people regret not wearing more clothes.

　　 is not sitting in place, just waiting for the funeral to begin. They also went to the front coffin in order to put down the flowers in their hands. During this period, they finally saw Mr. Pisco’s relatives.

　　 It was a young girl and an old gentleman. After introduction, Jenkins knew that the girl was Pisco's niece and the gentleman was his uncle.

　　 Because when I visited Mr. Pisco, the black robe was hidden when he was used, so no one knew that he was the first person to discover the death of Mr. Pisco.

　　 The young girl seemed to know the great writer, and even exchanged a few words with him, thanking him for coming to the funeral, but Jenkins just smiled reluctantly.

　　 I don’t know when, at the funeral, the custom of hanging pictures of the deceased began to be realized. This is probably related to the development of cameras in recent years. Looking at the black and white photo and Mr. Pisco with a serious expression on it, Jenkins felt that his mood was very complicated.

　　 "Everyone will die."

　　 When the two were seated again, the professor sighed softly.

　　 "You may not feel your age, but in recent years, I have sent away many old friends."

　　 Jenkins nodded, staring at the people who came to the funeral in a daze:

　　 "All mortals are mortal, and we will all die."

When Professor 　　 heard the words, he couldn't help laughing:

"How old are you, just talk about this kind of thing? And with your speed of improvement, it is only a matter of time before your life span exceeds the limit. We are all mortals, and the meaning of limited life is to give play to infinite possibilities. You see, Mr. Pisco's Life is wonderful enough, although it is short, at least we all remember him. Oh, great playwright, may your soul be with God!"

　　 The number of guests who finally arrived exceeded the capacity of the chapel, and people had to stand in the aisle to listen to the memorial mass of the old priest of the church. Everyone was very quiet, only the priest stood in front of the coffin and opened his arms in Mandarin with Nolan accents:

　　 "...Soul, freely release its criminals, and grant the glory of resurrection. Together with all the saints, and the pre-recorded, live together forever. For me..."

　　 This is a universal discourse, excerpted from "The Record of the Dead", the classics of the Church of Death and the End.

　　 This process lasted for half an hour, during which time the sobbing of men and women could be heard.

　　 Then, relatives and some friends carried the small coffin, and the guests moved to the already dug tomb, put down the coffin covered with red velvet cloth, and then filled the soil.

　　 During the whole process, Jenkins stood far from the back of the crowd. His height was not bad enough to barely see what was happening around the tomb.

　　 It is very surprising that Professor Burns and Mr. Pisco are actually very distant relatives, so he had to temporarily separate from Jenkins to talk to those relatives and friends who may not have met once in ten years.

　　 Thinking of going back to the city with the professor for a while, he greeted him, and he moved away from the crowd and turned around aimlessly around the cemetery. He really didn't want to see the funeral. The departure of Mr. Pisco made him very sad.

　　 met another acquaintance under a dead tree near the edge of the tomb area. That was Mr. Kevin, the pianist. In the psychic game the night before, the two had a very happy conversation.

Chapter 382 Chapter 377 The Merchant in the Funeral

　　 The cemetery was filled with fog. The pianist was wearing a black dress. While wiping the sweat from his face with a handkerchief, he talked to another person nervously.

　　 From Jenkins's point of view, the man cannot be seen, only the black sleeves protruding from the edge of the tree trunk are looming in the fog.

　　 "This kind of weather can heat up like this?"

　　 He subconsciously touched his face, wanted to reach out to say hello, and felt that it would be impolite to interrupt the conversation, so he walked over graciously.

　　 Unexpectedly, before Jenkins approached, Mr. Kevin nodded to the person behind the tree in a panic, and then quickly walked away from the other direction.

　　 was a little surprised, but still did not call out his name aloud, disturbing the dead souls sleeping in the ground.

　　 Seeing Kevin leave, he turned around to leave, but he didn't expect to be stopped by someone.

　　 "Jenkins R. Williams?"

　　 He turned his head, unexpectedly someone would call out his full name. When he saw the man wearing a black dress, black pants, black leather shoes and a black hat, the corners of his mouth trembled and he blinked subconsciously.

　　 This is a middle-aged man with rough skin and expressionlessly holding on to the dead tree to look at Jenkins. No emotion can be seen in his eyes, and the more you observe, the more terrifying it is.

　　 "The whole body is full of yellow aura, oh, it's not a trick, what kind of luck is this?"

　　Sometimes I really suspect that I am cursed by fate, but I can live safely to the present, and I am grateful for the blessing of the hermit of fate.

　　 "May I ask what's the matter?"

　　 Since it is not a trick, there is nothing to worry about. His tone was very cautious, and he moved backwards as he spoke. He didn't have the mind to deal with this kind of thing now.

　　 In the morning, I just asked my father about the funeral-related tricks, but I forgot that the B-type supernatural might also appear.

　　 "You don't need to be wary of me, Mr. Williams."

　　 The man shrugged his shoulders, but he still looked blank.

　　 "I'm just a businessman, a businessman who sells life. Oh, your life span is really long, I think you probably won't be interested in my business."

　　 Compared to the humanoid creatures I have encountered, this humanoid is really talkative. At least when facing him, Jenkins had a hard time feeling vigilant, so after a safe distance, he stopped and asked:

　　 "Why can you know my name?"

　　 "This is my ability. I can see the name and lifespan of any body. As a lifespan businessman, this is the most basic ability."

　　 Jenkins nodded, and fiddled with the sin coin sewn on the inside in the pocket/pocket with his right hand. Although this currency can be made, the output is extremely low. Up to now, there are only 5 intact coins, most of which are the harvest of devil events. And mortals, whether they are ordinary people or benefactors, provide a pitiful amount.

　　 "The gentleman just now..."

　　 "Sorry, as a businessman, I have to have professional ethics."

　　 He said so.

　　 "Then let me change the question, I am very interested in your business. If you want to trade life, what price do you charge?"

　　 The damp smell of mud poured into the nasal cavity with breathing, and the body was already shaking from the cold. But the silent appearance of flames made the **** weather no longer affect Jenkins.

　　 "It's very simple. I will accept the soul after death, my own destiny, or organs, emotions, and valuable special items."

　　 As he spoke, he opened the left half of the black formal suit, and various small bottles were packed in densely packed pockets inside.

　　 "Do you charge coins?"

"Oh?"