The Homeless Man of Teyvat

"This is the arrangement for the funeral. Please see if there is anything missing."

"Yes, I can. But I have a question."

"Please go ahead, Master."

"Really don't need to cremate?"

"..."

Zhongli couldn't help but be silent, looking at Chen Tianfeng in the coffin, who was breathless and cold, just like dead.

If Chen Tianfeng's body, which he had finally revived and condensed, was cremated during his "sleep", then when he "woke up"... it was hard to imagine how he would feel, and what he would do.

But one thing is certain, if he wants to condense a human body again, the demon god that needs to be devoured must be of a higher status - Liyue probably can't find a demon god with a higher status than Osel for him to devour.

Zhongli coughed lightly and said solemnly: "Hey, this is the tradition of my friend's hometown, and it is also his...last wish. We just need to respect it."

"Is that so... It's strange that you even talked about last wishes."

Hu Tao shook her head, flicked her ponytail, and turned around with the funeral schedule: "This hall master will go first, and I'll leave this to you, my guest."

"Hall master, take care."

Zhongli sent Hu Tao away, and when he turned around, he saw the protagonist of this funeral - Chen Tianfeng in a slightly dim memory form.

"It was a close call, how could the hall master have such a dangerous idea!"

Chen Tianfeng patted his chest, gave Zhongli a thumbs up, and smiled: "Mr. Zhongli is still reliable."

Then the man came to his coffin and looked at his body with a strange expression. He thought about it, pinched out three illusory incense sticks out of thin air, bowed to himself, and inserted the incense into the incense burner beside him.

The incense stick burned slowly, and the illusory smoke rose up, condensed into a wisp in the air, and returned to the memory of Chen Tianfeng. He pretended to be intoxicated, took a deep breath, and exclaimed: "Sure enough, the incense you burn yourself is the most delicious."

Zhongli, who saw this scene on the side: "..."

What is this guy crazy about?

Zhongli's eyes twitched, and his usual calm and gentle expression could hardly hold back. He opened his mouth and said, "Young friend, do you know what state you are in now?"

"Probably a memory, or an information-state life."

While eating incense, Chen Tianfeng answered awkwardly, "Maybe there was a small mistake when resurrecting the body, and the human body and the divine body were resurrected together, but I only have one consciousness, and I don't want to have a whole clone to love and kill each other, so... I have to wait for the divine body and the human body to merge before letting the consciousness return."

After waking up in the form of a memory, if he didn't clearly know that there was nothing wrong with his memory, he would have doubted whether he had another wonderful experience - such as running into a collapsed universe and becoming a rememberer of Liuguang Memory Court by chance.

"The divine body and the human body merged... Are you sure?" Zhongli looked up at him, his eyes thoughtful.

"Yes, yes, this is quite simple, just wait." Chen Tianfeng took the last bite of incense, nodded, and added: "And the noise is small, and the impact is also small."

So there is no need to think about taking advantage of these few days to drag his "body" and bury it day and night in the wilderness with beautiful mountains and rivers.

"Is that so."

Zhongli nodded, and then said puzzledly: "But I still don't understand why you insist on a funeral... Is it a necessary ceremony for the fusion of man and god?"

"Not really..."

Chen Tianfeng's smile faded and he sighed deeply.

Seeing him like this, Zhongli's mind flashed dozens or hundreds of guesses in a short moment, and his expression gradually became serious and heavy.

Could it be...

"I want to give myself a funeral as a farewell to the past... Eh? What's wrong with Mr. Zhongli? Why is your face so ugly?" Chen Tianfeng looked puzzled.

"...It's okay, I just thought of some past events."

Zhongli's face was a little stiff, and he moved his gaze from the memory Chen Tianfeng to the human body Chen Tianfeng.

Forget it, the person is dead, and the abnormal brain has become normal... Why bother so much with the dead.

Zhongli moved his gaze back and said in a gentle voice: "Speaking of the funeral, I have an idea. I wonder if you can cooperate with me?"

"Mr. Zhongli, please speak." Chen Tianfeng pretended to listen.

Zhongli considered his words and expressed his thoughts as clearly and concisely as possible.

Chen Tianfeng's expression gradually became stunned, as if he had heard something extremely incredible. His lips moved, and he wanted to interrupt in the middle, but felt that it was not appropriate, so he continued to listen carefully until Zhongli stopped, and then he suddenly remembered something and smiled.

"No wonder Mr. Zhongli said those things that night... But, Mr. Zhongli, aren't you worried that I might have evil thoughts?" Chen Tianfeng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You should know that if you really do this, then as long as I want, I can make Liyue fall into an irreparable situation."

"I believe in you, my friend."

Zhongli looked calm.

"Trust..."

Chen Tianfeng sighed, then his face became serious, and he bowed to Zhongli: "In the name of 1,735,435,713 people, I promise to Mr. Zhongli that I will never have any improper thoughts about Liyue."

Zhongli also looked serious, returned the salute, and said solemnly: "I promise to you in the name of the people of Liyue that if you need it in the future, Liyue will be your most reliable ally."

The two stood up at the same time and smiled at each other.

Chen Tianfeng knew that even if Zhongli said he trusted him, he would still retain the ability to terminate the plan at any time. As for allies... they were just allies. It was good enough to be able to advance and retreat together at certain times. It was better not to be too demanding.

Zhongli also knew that Chen Tianfeng's promise also had room for improvement. "I will never have any improper thoughts about Liyue"... What exactly is "improper thoughts" depends entirely on Chen Tianfeng's intentions.

But at least at this moment, at least at this moment, the promises made by the two gods to themselves are intended to be fulfilled in the most benevolent and beautiful way.

"Zhongli, this hall master is done with his work, you can... eh?"

Hu Tao stepped into the coffin hall, looked at Zhongli who was smiling and bowing, and then looked at the empty space in front of him, with a slightly puzzled expression: "What are you doing alone?"

"...Mourning for friend Tianfeng."

Zhongli withdrew his hand without changing his expression. At the same time, he glanced at Chen Tianfeng who was smiling innocently, and sighed in his heart.

Chen Tianfeng acts in the form of a memory, and can decide who to show up or not, which is very magical.

——It's just that it's difficult for people who talk to him, and it's easy to be misunderstood.

"Mourning?" Hu Tao blinked, even more puzzled, and pointed at Chen Tianfeng in the coffin: "But you are mourning in the wrong direction, right?"

"..."

Zhongli was silent for two seconds, and smiled: "Master, you don't know, this is the custom of Tianfeng's hometown, and it is also one of his last wishes."

Chen Tianfeng: "..."

I didn't! I'm not!

Don't add everything to the customs of my hometown, bastard!