The funeral depicted in the image is not a straightforward real-time scene; rather, it resembles a timepse photograph, hastily sped up multiple times.
A crowd had assembled around the coffin in the main room. A middle-aged man knelt down, wailing loudly, while a group of women and children wept continuously behind him. On the wall directly opposite, three paintings hung, portraying Charlie, who had passed away in Jiang Lao’s life. These were the same three pictures I had seen at my wife’s house.
The next image captured the atmosphere of mourning. Despite the numerous rituals being observed, the entire scene unfolded rapidly, with the ceremony progressing like a blur of flowers in spring.
Once all the essential rites were performed, over a dozen middle-aged men lifted the coffin and carried it to the base of the back mountain, where they buried it.
Afterward, the crowd returned to the wooden deep housepound. The lively chatter subsided, and several female rtives gradually departed with their families, leaving the middle-aged man alone in the mourning hall.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">
Strangely, the man showed no signs of grief. Instead, he stood in the main room, wearing a joyful expression. He gazed at Mason’s portrait on the central wall and remarked with a smile, “Old Ancestor Meng, my father passed away three days ago, and today he has beenid to rest. Even if you possess the power to resurrect the dead, it may be in vain at this point. If you truly have the means to grant longevity, please fulfill the promise you made to my father. He lived a long life of one hundred and thirteen years, envied by others. Now, at forty-two, I hope you can bless me with the same long life you promised my father!”
Though the middle-aged man’s words were somewhat perplexing, Charlie grasped their essence. He was likely the son of the Jiang family’s ancestor, standing before Mason’s portrait, expressing his desire for Mason to achieve immortality and return to fulfill themitment made to his father.
In simple terms, he was yearning for Mason’s revival so that he, too, could attain eternal life.<fn0ed8> Updates are released by FιndNovel</fn0ed8>
After he finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind swept through the main room, causing him to copse onto the ground and fall into a deep slumber.
At that moment, a middle-aged man in a green shirt strode in confidently. His attire and appearance mirrored Mason’s portrait, although he appeared a bit younger.
Charlie quickly deduced that this man was indeed Mason.
Mason paused in front of the three paintings for a considerable time before ncing at the ancestral self-portraits of the Jiang family to his right. He sighed, “The meritorious one has departed… Mu Yun, if you had just waited three more days to be my disciple, you could have fulfilled our pact. Now that you are gone, I must honor the agreement with you. However, I was truly disheartened by what I just witnessed, so I hesitate to pass on this opportunity.” After concluding his thoughts, he reached out and gently tapped the portrait of his teacher, murmuring, “Today’s events will remain captured in this painting. Should your descendants ever me me in the future and desecrate my teacher’s portrait, they will understand the reason. One day, when I reunite with you in the afterlife, do not hold it against me.”
With that, he turned gracefully and vanished into the night.