I'm not a theatre god

"Dad...Brother Xiao Jian...when will you come?"

In the narrow room, thick quilts had blocked all the windows and door gaps. Three figures gathered in front of a pot of charcoal fire that was about to go out. Their eyelashes and hair tips were covered with frost.

"...It's already frozen like that outside, Xiao Jian, he might..." Halfway through, the aunt on the side shook her head silently.

The uncle exhaled a white breath tremblingly and looked at the closed door, full of worry and bitterness.

In his mind, the figure standing among the flying playing cards on Century Avenue once again appeared... Although he already knew that Jian Changsheng's status was extraordinary, he still couldn't help but feel for his nephew when he thought of the freezing weather outside. Worry.

Dang-dang-dang! !

The buzzing bell rang from outside, and the three of them looked towards the blocked window tremblingly.

"There should be no living people outside now, right?" My aunt huddled up and muttered to herself, "Then...who is ringing the bell?"

"Could it be the law enforcement brothers who took action?" The boy's eyes flashed with hope.

Uncle didn't answer. He struggled in his heart for a long time, but he slowly got up...

"Where are you going??"

"I'll go out and take a look."

"It's so cold outside, you..."

"You guys stay in the house and don't go out, do you understand?"

The uncle opened the bedroom door and walked to the living room, closed the bedroom door with his backhand, and then carefully opened the door to a corner to prevent the cold wind from blowing into the bedroom. When he walked into the street, the extremely cold temperature suddenly fell.

He saw the black snowflakes flying in the sky and the aurora rising from the ground. He stood there blankly, his eyes full of shock and confusion;

When the cold wind cut his cheek like a knife, he came back to his senses, gritted his teeth and walked step by step towards the bell tower... Those people should be the only ones who can ring the bell in Aurora City now, and Xiao Jane should also be able to ring the bell. in it.

But as soon as he took two steps, an even colder wave swept in from outside the city wall, like the wind of death blowing from the underworld, dyeing the sky a cold deep blue.

Uncle's pupils suddenly shrank, as if his heart had stopped, and his legs gave way and he fell into the snow.

-79℃.

Under such low temperature, his consciousness began to gradually blur, and his life was being sucked away bit by bit by the cold wave, like a residual fire swaying in the cold wind in an ice cave. With a gentle blow, only a few embers remained and quickly dimmed... …

Just when he was about to close his eyes, four black figures slowly walked from the end of the street.

"……uncle?"

When Jian Changsheng saw the man, his pupils shrank slightly. He immediately ran forward and touched his uncle's breath, but found that there was only a slight breath...

"Little...Jane..." A voice as small as a mosquito came out, and the uncle's heart stopped beating completely.

The whining cold wind echoed in my ears,

Jian Changsheng squatted there blankly, as motionless as a sculpture.

He had never thought that human life could be so fragile. Even a sea breeze blowing from the Forbidden Sea could easily blow down the backbone of any family...

"Uncle...Uncle?!" Jian Changsheng picked him up violently, and the black umbrella in his hand fell on the snow, gently rolling with the cold wind to a pair of black leather shoes.

Chen Ling and the other three were holding umbrellas and standing not far away, looking at Jian Changsheng who was kneeling in front of his uncle with complicated expressions.

The boy's roar echoed in the dead streets.

"This is the first time you have experienced a realm funeral... but it will not be the last." Chu Muyun said slowly, "In this era, human beings are far more fragile than you imagine. Even the Twilight Society cannot save them. Everyone, so we don’t recommend having too deep interactions with ordinary people.”

"This is why the Twilight Club usually only recruits crazy or cold-blooded newcomers... because only those who are not easily empathetic can maintain their sanity and sobriety in witnessing time and time again."

"Otherwise... despair and pain again and again will drag you into the abyss."

Jian Changsheng's fists were clenched tightly as he hugged his uncle's body, tears already condensing into ice on his cheeks...

Black snowflakes fell on the shoulders of the corpse, and the faint aurora floated from his body like a kite, rising slowly toward the sky where the aurora surged.

At this moment, Jian Changsheng seemed to see a vague figure waving to him in the aurora. He knelt there blankly, his eyes already red.

At the same time, a few streets away from here, a young woman also wearing a suit opened her lips slightly, and her ethereal and clear female voice echoed under the dead sky with a certain rhythm.

""I saw the sky crying","

""I heard your voice";"

""I smell longing blooming among the thorns","

""I came from the direction of sunset"..."

The moment she heard this voice, Chen Ling was slightly startled.

Like poetry, like a ballad, in the crystal-like and ethereal female voice, it echoes clearly and melodiously in every corner of the city... This voice seems to have some kind of special magic power, and those aurora dancing in the sky are like It is soothed by invisible hands, quiet and peaceful.

If Lord Aurora were here, you would find that the originally noisy and chaotic roar of the soul has completely disappeared, replaced by a sleep-like calm.

Even Jian Changsheng, who was kneeling on the ground at this moment, felt the pain in his heart a little lessened. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked blankly in the direction of the sound.

"This is..." Chen Ling said in confusion.

"It's a requiem." Chu Muyun looked in the direction of the voice with a complicated expression, "This is an indispensable part of the funeral in the realm. The requiem chanted by that person can soothe the resentment of the souls who died in the disaster and let them sleep peacefully."

"These three million people died too painfully. If there were no requiem, even if they were engraved in the sky, most of them would only be frozen in pain and despair..."

"This is the unique skill of our Dusk Society, but unfortunately only four people know it so far."

Chu Muyun sighed and stopped talking.

Bai Ye also slowly closed his eyes, as if he was listening carefully.

The ethereal female voice continued to sing:

"The earth and roses are your warm bed\

,""Frost and sunset are your heavy makeup\

,""I will weave hope into flying kapok flowers\

,""Until the rocks remember the fragrance of flowers"..."

Jian Changsheng listened to the ballad and stood up slowly.

He bent down to pick up the black umbrella at his feet, opened it, and slowly covered the cold corpse...as if to protect the figure from the last blizzard.

At the same time, in the house where my uncle walked out, a mother and son also Under the cold wave, close your eyes forever.

Jian Changsheng closed his eyes and prayed in his heart.

More and more auroras flew silently into the sky in this ballad. The auroras that had completely dissipated actually gathered again. The blue and red lights flowed over the city like rivers, gorgeous and beautiful.

"Weeping man," "Please close your eyes gently"; "Wait until dusk falls in the darkest era," "I will promise you the morning glow and blue sky."