"Dear friend, are you going out?"
In a room that was almost identical in layout and decoration to Gu Han's new home, the tall Cast Cloud Iron was holding the inside of an electric cooker, constantly shoving rice into his mouth with the big spoon in the cooker.
At this moment, Cast Cloud Iron was talking to his sword wielder, Song Hama.
"Yeah, I'm going out for a while!"
Song Hama tightened his shoelaces. At this time, he was wearing a formal black suit, which was very rare for him. His hair was also neatly combed. His temperament instantly became a little low, as if he was going to attend a very formal and grand occasion.
"Take me with you!"
Cast Cloud Iron put down a large pot of rice, wiped his hands on his clothes, and prepared to go out with Song Hama.
"Wait!"
Song Hama laughed bitterly, "Cast Cloud Iron, I can't go out with you today. Can you stay at home alone, or go out for a walk?"
"Why?
Why can't Cast Cloud Iron be with his close friend? "When Cast Cloud Iron heard that Song Hama wouldn't let him go out with him, he immediately became unhappy.
"Dear friend, you can't possibly have met another girl, right?"
Cast Cloud Iron muttered very loudly. Yes, there was no mistake in her words or her logic. She was just muttering loudly.
While she was muttering, in her mind, she had already started to imagine Song Hama meeting with girls or boys behind her back. Then, they would drink and chat together, talking about poetry and philosophy of life.
"My god, Cast Cloud Iron, what the hell are you thinking?"
Song Hama laughed even more bitterly, "Forget it, to tell you the truth, I'm going to meet my bad friend Guhan today, so I can't bring you along."
"Oh, you want to meet Guhan!"
Cast Cloud Iron's tone was light, it was obvious that she did not believe Song Hama's words, "Guhan and Cast Cloud Iron are also friends, since you want to meet Guhan, then Cast Cloud Iron will go with you, Cast Cloud Iron has not seen Guhan for a long time, Cast Cloud Iron also wants to see her friend."
"Alright, stop messing around, I really can't bring you." Song Hama's intention to refuse was very firm.
"Alright, I understand."
Cast Cloud Iron hammered the table so hard that the entire table jumped up, scaring the personal maid who was preparing to clean up the rice cooker for Cast Cloud Iron. "You didn't even go out with Gu Han, did you!
You were with another girl, a boy, right? "
"I really am …" Song Hama was speechless. To have a Sword Lady like Castcloud Iron, Song Hama regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. "Alright, I'll tell you. Today is the death anniversary of Guhan's parents and sister. Guhan doesn't want too many people to disturb him. Do you understand?
From the time Guhan and I got to know each other until today, Guhan would never allow anyone to go with him to worship his parents and sister. Even if it was my mother, father, brother, or sister, Guhan would never allow them to go. Do you understand?
I made an agreement with Guhan that in this lifetime, only the two of us brothers will visit the graves of uncle and auntie. We will never bring anyone else. "
Song Hama was like a machine gun. She spat out these words in anger. Word by word, she sprayed Cast Cloud Iron's face. Cast Cloud Iron, who was more than two meters tall and nearly three meters tall, was stupefied.
"Oh …" Cast Cloud Iron was like a little Loli who had been wronged. She whispered, coyly, and aggrievedly said, "I don't know. Alright, you go. Come back quickly. I'll wait for you to come home for dinner."
"Ai!"
Song Hama sighed and walked in front of the Cast Cloud Iron. After waiting for a while, seeing that the Cast Cloud Iron still had no reaction, she helplessly glared at the Cast Cloud Iron, "What are you standing there for … .carry me …."
"Oh …" Cast Cloud Iron picked up Song Hama. It looked like a mother carrying her own child.
"Don't worry and wait for me at home. I'll be back soon!"
Song Hama hugged Cast Cloud Iron hard … It couldn't be helped. If he didn't let Cast Cloud Iron pick him up, Song Hama wouldn't be able to touch Cast Cloud Iron's broad chest.
A few minutes later, Song Hama went downstairs and left the house. Cast Cloud Iron looked at her reluctantly, and then grabbed her rice pot from the exclusive maid who was cleaning the table. "What are you cleaning up for? I haven't eaten enough yet."
…
When Song Hama arrived at the appointed place with Guhan, she was surprised to find that Guhan was not here.
This was an incredible thing. In the past, when she went to visit Guhan's parents, Guhan would wait at the appointed place early, at least twenty minutes in advance. But today, with less than five minutes left, Guhan still didn't appear.
Until there was only one minute left, Guhan finally arrived late.
Song Hama wanted to ask why Guhan, who had always been early, was so late, but thinking that this was the day to worship Guhan's parents, it seemed inappropriate to ask such a question. After thinking about it, she didn't ask this question.
However, Guhan seemed to see Song Hama's doubts. He lifted his hand into his child's pouch and pulled out Qingpin, who was wearing a plain white gauze dress with a silly smile. "It's all because of this guy. She insisted on coming with me. I was in a stalemate with her for a while, which delayed the time."
Hearing Guhan's explanation, Song Hama's mouth unconsciously twitched a few times.
Damn it, I spent a lot of effort to appease the one at home, making her give up the idea of coming out with me to attend Guhan's tomb sweeping ceremony.
On the other hand, Guhan actually failed to stop Qingpin from tormenting him and brought her out. Didn't we agree to sweep graves together for the rest of our lives?
Although he felt helpless in his heart, after all, they were Gu Han's parents. If they wanted to bring someone over, that was their business. What did it have to do with him? Sigh, next time, how about I bring the Cast Cloud Iron over as well?
Song Hama thought to herself.
"Don't think about bringing Cloudcast Iron next time."
Guhan's sudden words startled Song Hama. "Qingpin is like my younger sister. She's my family member, different from your Cloudcast Iron."
"Tsk, look at how arrogant you are, you sour popsicle. Even if you want it, I'm not willing to bring her over …" Song Hama was speechless and could only retort helplessly.
…
According to the rules of the council, after a human's death, the corpse couldn't stay in the city for even a moment. It had to be cremated immediately to prevent the crowd from crowding and causing a terrifying plague in the high-density city.
After the corpse was cremated, the ashes could only be placed in the only Peaceful Residence Hall in the city. No other places were allowed.
In addition, the ashes could only be stored in the Peaceful Residence Hall for 20 years at most. After 20 years, the council would find an empty space outside the city and scatter the ashes. They would then plant trees and cover the ashes with soil, allowing the human's body to completely return to nature.
Of course, this rule didn't apply to sword bearers. If you became a sword bearer, you could place the ashes in the Peaceful Residence Hall for as long as you wanted until there were no more sword bearers among you or your descendants.
If your level is a bit higher, reaching Spirit Sword or above, then your ancestor's ashes don't need to be placed in the Peaceful Residence Hall. You can directly bring them home to worship. The privileges of a sword wielder are clearly displayed here.
However, the Chinese paid particular attention to burial, so most sword bearers wouldn't use this privilege. Instead, they would choose to scatter the ashes of their parents and ancestors under the trees like other ordinary people, returning them to this world.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?"
In the hall of the Peaceful Residence Hall, an attendant asked with a smile. Because there were too many ashes stored in the Peaceful Residence Hall, there was an endless stream of juniors who wanted to worship. There were too many people, and in the first few years, there was a very bad incident where the waiting time was too long.
Therefore, the council issued a rule that every descendant was only allowed to worship their ancestor's ashes once a year, and they had to make an appointment in advance. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to enter the Peaceful Residence Hall.
Guhan didn't say anything. He just took out his personal terminal and scanned the scanner on the counter. He heard a ding sound from the scanner. "Respected sword bearer, please proceed to the Exclusive Sacrifice Room 145 to carry out the sacrifice."
This was still the privilege of the sword bearer. Without an appointment, they could worship their ancestors at any time.
Seeing that Guhan was a sword bearer, the attendant's attitude became even more respectful. She lowered her head, bent over, and reached out a hand to lead Guhan to the Exclusive Sacrifice Room 145.
This exclusive sacrificial room sounded very awesome. It seemed to be very big, but in fact, it was only a small room that was less than five square meters. Gu Han and Song Hama felt a little crowded inside.
The layout of the Exclusive Sacrifice Room was also very simple. There was a metal offering table with a small bronze cauldron on top of it.
The table was close to a metal wall, and on the wall directly above the metal offering table, there was a small window that was dozens of centimeters square, just like the notch on the wall of a traditional farmer's courtyard where the kitchen god was placed.
"Ding! Respected sword bearer, please place your personal terminal in front of the scanner to scan once."
The computer voice in the Sacrifice Room spoke slowly. Different from the computer voice in other places, the computer voice here had a soft, slow, and sorrowful special effect. It was specially set to match the atmosphere of the Sacrifice Room.
Guhan scanned his personal terminal and heard a series of mechanical movements. After dozens of seconds, a small rectangular box was carried into the opening on the wall by a tray. This box was very familiar to Guhan. It was his father's urn.
When Guhan took the box down from the window and respectfully placed it on the offering table, his mother's and sister's urns were also transported to Guhan.
This was the future high-precision sacrificial management system. The interior of the Safe Residence Hall was like an enormous warehouse, and the cinerary urns were the goods in the warehouse. The Sacrificers didn't need to search for their loved ones one by one like before the apocalypse. All they had to do was wait in the sacrificial room on the first floor, and the system would automatically deliver the cinerary urns to the Sacrificers.
It was unknown whether this was good or bad … but it was certain that this was a change that humans had no choice but to make after almost all of their homes were destroyed and occupied.