Quick Wear: Driving Gods in a Dark Fairy Tale

The long and tedious funeral ceremony made Bai Jun experience the feeling of death deeply and solemnly.

When he stood in front of his own tombstone holding the bouquet of lilies he had personally selected, a strong sense of substitution came over him, making his emotions at the moment very subtle.

It’s hard to say what it feels like.

The "deceased" himself felt that if there were really so many unrelated people after his death, they would hypocritically say some eulogies that they themselves did not believe in in front of his tombstone, and then place those colorful and gorgeous bouquets of flowers in front of his grave.

He will definitely not be happy.

He would rather die quietly, with his body thrown somewhere to rot, without anyone knowing or discovering.

Don't listen to those hypocritical and disgusting lies after you die.

If the death was not so complete, there was a high possibility that he would come back to life and send them away.

Bai Jun stared at the dark marble cross tombstone in front of him, his eyelashes lazily half drooping, and he looked listless.

Looks a little listless.

Under the refraction of the sun, the color of his pupils seemed to be darker than that of the tombstone. Like an abyss hidden under a calm lake, if you were not careful, you might fall into it and drown in these dark pupils, dying silently without a burial place.

When everyone comes to the tombstone to lay flowers, they will have eulogies prepared in advance, and Baijun is no exception.

The eulogy was not complicated, only three or two sentences, which were nothing more than mourning for the deceased's soul to rest in peace and blessing him to go to heaven after death.

It is said to be able to bless the dead.

When one's intentions are sincere enough, the deceased can hear them and know that someone is thinking about them, which will comfort them when they die.

Bai Jun coughed a few times due to the gust of wind, placed the bouquet in his hand gently in front of the tombstone, and said something in a low voice that only he could hear.

Everyone could only see his bloodless lips opening and closing, but could not hear anything.

When the priest frowned and was about to ask him to speak louder, Bai Jun had already walked past the tombstone, leaving the spot for the next person to come and lay flowers.

He walked up to the White Wizard, unloaded his strength, and leaned on His shoulder, "Go back, I can't stand anymore."

Bai Jun almost put all his strength on his shoulders, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible. Even through a thin layer of clothing, one could feel that his skin temperature was far lower than a normal person's body temperature, and it was too cold.

He stretched out his hand to hold Bai Jun's waist, lowered his eyes and whispered: "...Okay."

As if he had received some reassuring answer, Bai Jun closed his eyes, and the last bit of consciousness he had left collapsed, and he completely fell into the dark abyss.

An unknown amount of time had passed in a daze before a drop of warm, sticky liquid seeped into Bai Jun's mouth from between his lips. It was as if someone was whispering in his ear, repeating the unfinished words over and over again in a soft voice without getting tired of it.

A distant yet familiar voice pierced through the void of the abyss, like a guiding light in the vast darkness, leading the lost traveler back home.

……

Your road is under your feet. Don't stop, don't stay. It is a long journey with no end.

Don't stop at sites that don't belong to you.

Let's move forward.

That is the bright road that belongs only to you.

Don't linger on the dead butterflies in the wheat fields, don't chase after the dried-up lakes, and don't look up at the dense forests illuminated by the moonlight.

Forget it.

The rose passes through the thorns, falls asleep in illusion, and wakes up in nightmare.