The Master of the Strange Realm

Speaking of funerals, Dad thought of another thing, so he said:

"Don't go to Mr. Ink's Club recently. Something happened there. I'll tell you when it's safe."

"Did something happen?"

Putting the soft chocolate on the counter as usual, it waved its front paws at Jenkins and lay there. Jenkins took off his coat and hat and hung them aside.

"Someone broke into there in the middle of the night yesterday, went underground in an unknown way, killed Mr. Bedes, and took away his body and B-12-2-4118, [Seal of the Immortal Dead] ]. The amount of bleeding at the scene was very large, and Biedes probably died on the spot.”

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

He had a very bad association.

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

The ashes of illegal longevity people are made from human corpses over 150 years old. It's not just about burning it into ashes. It requires complicated rituals, which seem to be related to the way the deceased died.

But no matter what, there is a high probability that the [Life Sharing Alliance] that lost two copies of ashes is directly related to this incident. Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence?

"Speaking of which, Miss Magic also has a copy of the ashes. Isn't she also being targeted?"

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

"I forgot to tell you before, the background of Mr. Ink Club is not simple. This is the only stronghold for the believers of the false god-the God of Guns. This false god has a very good relationship with the great [Lord God of War], so he believers opened such a club in the local area, the church did not pursue it.

The people in the club will not give up. The magic of the firearm series has extraordinary effects, especially the continuous advancement of firearm technology, making the false god become more and more powerful.

We don't need to get ourselves into trouble, so we won't go there in the next half month. If you need some firearms practice, I can recommend you another place. "

"Oh, we have to start those troublesome courses recently, so the firearms training can be slowed down a bit."

He hesitated for a moment and then asked:

"Dad, since I'm going to attend a funeral in the afternoon, I'm a little worried that my bad luck will cause trouble. Is there any weird thing that clearly points to an occasion like a 'funeral'?"

When the father heard this, he shook his head and smiled:

"You're being cautious, but that's fine. Come over here and I'll tell you. Although the number of weird things can't compare to the extraordinary, it far outnumbers the gifts. This is just the part that has been recorded and numbered. So, Knowing more of the strange things is extremely useful for your own safety, although some of them will be affected by them if you know them..."

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

There are corresponding mechanisms inside this model that can rotate.

"There are many legends and customs about funerals. One of the more famous ones is that when the sun shines during a funeral, whichever guest's face is illuminated the brightest by the sun may be the next person to die. Most of these rumors are based on Ordinary people make it up, but some of it is true.

There are not many weird things that specifically point to funerals, and some of them are related to fixed times and places, so I will only introduce the most famous ones.

A-12-05-4417, Resurrection Coffin. It is not a specific object, but a phenomenon. This phenomenon may occur in all formally held funerals from October 3 of each year to February 19 of the next year. Specifically, the material of the coffin containing the corpse mutated, allowing the corpse to be resurrected briefly. The resurrection time is fixed at 19 seconds, and the resurrected dead cannot be aware of what happened after death. "

Jenkins frowned:

"Would this cause a big commotion? But why don't those famous legends have any content related to this?"

"This phenomenon is very rare and may only occur once in decades. The last recorded incident of A-12-05-4417 was in the border town of Chesland Kingdom 9 years ago, but because there was a guard at the funeral, Grave Man, he immediately contacted the church, so this matter never came out. "

Dad nodded, indicating that Jenkins could ask questions.

"Since it is a strange thing, what about its strange characteristics?"

"The danger level of this phenomenon is very low, and the weird characteristics are not obvious. The resurrected corpse will become a special material. Once someone uses this corpse as a ritual, especially the necromantic ability, then the corpse will become It becomes a terrifying monster. The specific ability is difficult to describe, but a single level 7 gifter may not be an opponent. Therefore, after this happens, the body must be burned and the ashes cannot be kept. "

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

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

Dad added, and Jenkins immediately threw away his previous guess.

There are still many strange things that clearly point to the funeral, but the old man did not introduce them in detail. He told Jenkins that if he wanted to know more clearly, he could go to the information room of the Church of Death and Doom, and some of the information was open to all the gift-givers of the Orthodox Church.

At about 11 o'clock in the morning, Jenkins left the antique shop and went home to change into a formal suit for the funeral.

Wearing this suit, he couldn't put the chocolate in his arms, so he had to leave the cat at home.

Mr. Pisco's body will be buried in the 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 would accompany Jenkins as his female companion, but Jenkins politely refused. He thought it would delay the whole afternoon and couldn't easily trouble others.

"I'm so considerate!"

Since late autumn, the price of fresh flowers has become extremely expensive, but they have to be bought. Because he was allergic to the spirit of the flower girl, he finally chose Dey Pedestrian Street, which intersects with St. George's Street. There was a flower shop there, and the price of a bouquet of flowers was 1 shilling and 7 pence, which was absolutely a black-hearted price.

Chapter 381 Chapter 376 Funeral Scene

The temperature in the suburbs was obviously lower than that in the city. After getting off the carriage, he handed a few shillings to the driver. Today's expenses have exceeded Jenkins' budget.

After a brief heartache, looking at the cemetery, his mood became heavy again.

I was still worried that a stranger coming to the funeral would be a little conspicuous, but I didn't expect that all the people who came to Mr. Pisco's funeral were strangers.

Passing through the iron gate, walking forward along the long sermon paved with stone bricks in the thick fog, I found that there were really many people going to the cemetery chapel.

Jenkins' sensitive hearing allowed him to "accidentally" eavesdrop on other people's conversations. It turned out that Mr. Pisco was a well-known playwright and had a wide range of friends during his lifetime. In addition to some admirers and citizens who came here for his reputation, Jenkins, who was mixed in, was not noticeable at all.

I don't know what method was used, but there are green bushes on both sides of the sermon. This is probably a variety that can keep green even in late autumn. Thinking of this, Jenkins walked a few steps to the side, letting his right hand be blocked by the bouquet. The green/airflow of the healing breath penetrated into the bouquet in his hand, and it bloomed more brightly with a visible posture.

"Humph, as expected, it's not healing at all, it's releasing the breath of life!"

The leather shoes stepped on the cold stone bricks, raised his hand to support the black hat, and the figure in front was familiar.

"Professor Burns!"

He walked forward quickly and greeted, and the professor, who was also wearing a black dress, turned around and saw Jenkins with some surprise.

"Oh, Jenkins, you are here too?"

He did not ask about the relationship between Jenkins and Mr. Pisco, which also indirectly 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. If it is a remote place like a village cemetery without a church, the priest of the [Death and Doom] Church will be specially invited to the city.

The church here is, of course, the church of the God of Death. That inconspicuous building is at the end of the sermon and in the center of the cemetery. The wall is a little mottled due to wind and sun, and at the top of the main entrance of the church, there is a holy emblem made of black iron sheets.

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

After standing in awe at the door of the church for a while with the professor, the two walked into the church together.

The decoration style in the church is serious. At the front of the rows of benches, there stands a priest in black priest clothes. This is a gifter, but only level 1.

The chapel was already full of people. When Jenkins and Professor Burns arrived, only the last row had seats.

Jenkins didn't know Mr. Pisco's family situation, but according to custom, relatives should sit in the front. He hoped to see the girl in the photo in his hand when Mr. Pisco died, but he stretched his neck and searched around and didn't see it.

The funeral was expected to start at two o'clock in the afternoon, but it was only one o'clock now. The church obviously couldn't accommodate so many guests, and several priests were hurriedly coordinating the seating issues.

Compared to yesterday's warming temperature, it dropped again today. This hot and cold weather is the easiest to catch a cold. The temperature in the church was extremely low, and the atmosphere of the funeral itself had a psychological impact on people. Even the strongest young people regretted not wearing an extra piece of clothing.

It wasn't just sitting there, waiting for the funeral to start. They also went to the coffin in front of them in order and put down the flowers in their hands. During this period, they finally met Mr. Pisco's relatives.

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

Because when visiting Mr. Pisco, the black robe was hidden when used, so no one knew that he was the first person to discover Mr. Pisco's death.

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

I don't know when the custom of hanging up photos of the deceased began to be popular at funerals. This is probably related to the development of cameras in recent years. Looking at the black and white photo and the serious expression of Mr. Pisco on it, Jenkins felt very complicated.

"Everyone will die."

When the two sat down again, the professor sighed softly.

"You may not feel your age yet, but in recent years, I have seen off many old friends."

Jenkins nodded and looked at the people who came to the funeral in a trance:

"All mortals will die, we will all die."

Hearing this, the professor couldn't help laughing:

"How old are you, and you say such things? And at 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 full 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!"

In the end, the number of guests who 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 a Nolan accent:

"...Soul, release the criminals generously, and grant them the glory of resurrection. Together with the saints and those who were recorded in advance, live happily forever. For me..."

This is a common saying, excerpted from "The Book of Dead Souls", a classic of the Church of Death and the End.

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

Afterwards, relatives and some friends carried the small coffin and moved to the grave that had been dug long ago with the guests, put down the coffin covered with red velvet cloth, and then filled it with soil.

Throughout the process, Jenkins stood far behind the crowd. He was of good height and could barely see what was happening around the grave.

It was very surprising that Professor Burns and Mr. Pisco were actually very distant relatives, so he had to temporarily separate from Jenkins to talk to those relatives and friends who might not meet once in ten years.

Thinking that he would go back to the city with the professor in a while, he said hello and walked away from the crowd, aimlessly wandering around the cemetery. He really didn't want to see the funeral scene. Mr. Pisco's departure made him extremely sad.

He met an acquaintance under a dead tree near the edge of the cemetery. It was the pianist Mr. Kevin. The two had a good chat during the psychic game the night before.

Chapter 382 Chapter 377 Merchants at the Funeral

The cemetery was filled with fog. The pianist was wearing a black dress. He wiped the sweat from his face with a handkerchief while talking to another person nervously.

From Jenkins's angle, he couldn't see the man. He could only see the black sleeves exposed from the edge of the tree trunk looming in the fog.

"Can it be so hot in this weather?"

He subconsciously touched his face and wanted to reach out to say hello, but felt it was impolite to interrupt other people's conversation, so he walked over openly.

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

A little surprised, but still did not shout out his name loudly to disturb the souls sleeping in the ground.

Seeing Kevin leave, he turned around and was about to leave, but he was stopped by someone.

"Jenkins R. William?"

He turned around and didn't expect someone to call out his full name. When he saw the man in 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. He looked at Jenkins with a dead tree and an expressionless face. There was no emotion in his eyes, and the more he observed, the more he felt that there was a terrible emptiness there.

"The whole body is full of yellow aura, oh, it's not a weird thing, what kind of luck do I have?"

Sometimes I really doubt that I am cursed by fate, but I can live safely until now, and I am grateful for the blessing of the hermit of fate.

"Excuse me, is there anything wrong?"

Since it is not a weird thing, there is nothing to worry about. The tone is very cautious, and he backs away while talking. He has no intention of dealing with such things now.

In the morning, I was so busy asking my father about the weird things related to the funeral that I forgot that the B-type extraordinary might also appear.

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

The man shrugged his shoulders, but still had a blank expression.

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

Compared with the humanoid weird things he had encountered before, this humanoid extraordinary was really talkative. At least when facing him, it was difficult for Jenkins to raise his sense of vigilance, so after pulling away from a safe distance, he stopped and asked:

"Why do you know my name?"

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

Jenkins nodded, put his right hand into his pocket and fiddled with the sin coin sewn on the inside. Although this kind of currency can be made, the output is extremely low. So far, there are only 5 complete ones, most of which are harvested from demonic events. And the mortals, whether ordinary people or benefactors, provide very few.

"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 soil rushed into his nose with his breath, and his body was already shivering because of the cold. But the fire appeared silently, so that this damn weather could no longer affect Jenkins.

"It's very simple. I will take the soul after death, the various destinies of oneself, or organs, emotions, and valuable special items."

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

"Do you take sin coins?"

"Oh?"