Red Mansion: I relied on the AFK system to create a dynasty

"Yar, your works will always be passed down, and your art will last forever in people's hearts. I send you this cleansing and blessing. I hope you can find the freedom and creativity you crave in another world." Cen Ming Che recited silently, sweat dripping slightly from his forehead.

He felt the peace in Jarre's soul, as if the artist heard his prayers.At this moment, the room is filled with fresh fragrance, which seems to indicate a wonderful reincarnation.

Yaer's soul gradually drifted away, and Cen Mingche felt an inexplicable sense of relaxation and relief in his heart.He understood that the end of every life is a new beginning, and every soul will continue its own journey.

That night, the town was caught in a sudden storm, with howling winds and pouring rain.Cen Mingche hurriedly closed the window tightly to prepare for the possible emergency.At this moment, a young man who was in urgent need of burial was sent.

This young man's name is Alvin, a young doctor in a small town.He passed away suddenly and unexpectedly, leaving this world behind at a young age.Cen Mingche looked at his young and haggard face, and felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

He began the process of preparing Alvin for burial, and every movement was filled with silent mourning.Ivan's soul stood quietly aside, staring at his body.He said to Cen Mingche: "Can you hear my voice?"

Cen Mingche nodded slightly: "Yes, I can. Contact me with your soul."

Ivan's soul thought for a moment, and then said: "I haven't done what I want to do in this world. I want to help more people, I want to cure their illnesses."

Cen Mingche comforted him gently: "Every life has its own mission. Maybe your journey ends here, but you can continue to help others in another way. Your kindness and medical skills will always exist among the people you have touched." In the hearts of those who have touched it.”

Ivan's soul seemed to feel a little comfort: "Thank you, Mr. Mortician. Please convey my blessings and love to my family, friends and patients for me."

Cen Mingche continued the coffin work, this time preparing for a woman named Liya.Liya is a well-known musician in this small town. Her music has warmed the hearts of countless people.Now, she has left this world, leaving behind her unique music and memories.

Cen Mingche gently combed her hair and prepared to put on her makeup.During the preparation process, his heart was filled with respect and gratitude for Liya's music.He could feel the tranquility of Liya's soul, as if her music had turned into ethereal melodies.

"Liya, your music has fascinated countless people, and your talent will be passed down forever." Cen Mingche said softly.

Liya's soul smiled: "Thank you, Mr. Mortician. Music is my life. I hope my music can bring comfort and joy to people, even if I leave this world."

Cen Mingche continued to put makeup on her carefully, and every move was full of respect and art.He tried to keep Liya's appearance as gentle and elegant as she had been during her lifetime.He felt her music seem to accompany them in this moment, filling the room.

"Liya, your music is so beautiful, they will always echo in people's hearts." Cen Mingche said with emotion.

While taking a break, he received an urgent call from a wealthy businessman.The wealthy businessman's name is Harris and he is a well-respected entrepreneur in this small town.

The death of Harris, a loving father, counselor and philanthropist to many, has silenced the town.Cen Mingche hurried to the wealthy businessman's mansion and began to prepare the final makeup for him.

As he was applying makeup to Harris, he sensed the unusual restlessness in the soul of the wealthy businessman.Harris said: "Mr. Undertaker, I have too many unfinished business and too many unfinished dreams before I die."

Cen Mingche said comfortingly: "Everyone will have unfinished business and unfinished dreams. But when you leave, you take your charity and kindness to people with you, which will always remain in people's hearts." "

Harris' soul seems to have calmed down a little.He thanked Cen Mingche for the comfort and understanding he gave him.At this time, Cen Mingche gently applied foundation on him, trying to make his face appear peaceful and solemn.

"Harris, you have done a lot for this town, and your charity will continue." Cen Mingche said silently.

It was late at night, and Cen Mingche had just finished applying makeup to Harris.The wealthy businessman's face looked solemn and peaceful.The rain outside the window is still falling, and the rain seems to be crying for them to bid farewell to their lost souls.

Next, Cen Mingche went to another place to see off an educator named Ellie.Ellie is the school director in a small town and has devoted her life to education.With her death, the town lost a role model in education.

Cen Mingche said softly to Ellie's body: "Ellie, your efforts and contributions will be remembered. You have nurtured generations of students, and your teachings will take root in their hearts."

Ellie's soul watched quietly from the side, and she smiled gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Embalmer. I have devoted my life to education, and I hope that my students can become responsible and wise people."

Cen Mingche carefully combed Ellie's hair and put on makeup.He could feel Ellie's deep attachment to her students.Her education career played an important role in her life and now she will be a constant guide to her students.

Cen Mingche's work is not over yet.Next, he has to prepare for a florist named Yali.Yali is the only florist in the town, and her floral works always bring joy and beautiful experience to people.

Cen Mingche stood in front of the flower room and felt a strange energy.The fragrance of flowers filled the air, as if telling the story of Ali's love for flowers during her lifetime.He gently opened the door of the flower room and began to prepare flower arrangements for Yali.

Ari's spirit circulated in the room, filled with her love and appreciation for floral arrangements.She said to Cen Mingche: "Mr. Embalmer, flowers are part of my life. I am willing to pass on this love to more people, so that the beauty of flowers can bloom forever."

Cen Mingche responded with a smile: "Your floral works will be passed down forever, bringing people joy and beauty. The beauty you created with your heart will always be remembered."

As Cen Mingche became more and more skilled in his techniques, the floral works in the room also gradually improved.The placement of each flower seems to tell a story, expressing Yali's love and gratitude for life.

After finishing bidding farewell to Yali, Cen Mingche felt sad and calm.But when the work didn't stop, he received an urgent call from a family member.An old man named Andre passed away. He was an elder in this town and a wise man and mentor to many people.

Arriving at Andre's house, Cen Mingche saw an elderly woman crying.This woman is Andre's daughter, named Lisa.She looked at her father's body affectionately, tears streaking down her face.

"He is a warm and loving father and a sage in this town." Cen Mingche comforted softly.