"Dad... Little Jian brother... when is he coming ah?"
Inside the narrow room, thick quilts had already completely blocked all the windows and door seams. Three figures surrounded before a basin of charcoal fire about to extinguish, eyelashes and hair tips all hung full of cold frost.
"...Outside is already frozen into that kind of appearance, Little Jian he possibly..." The Aunt at the side spoke halfway, silently shaking her head.
The Maternal Uncle shiveringly exhaled a breath of white air. The gaze looking towards that tightly closed main door, was full of worry and bitterness.
In his mind, emerged anew that figure standing between the flying Playing Cards on Century Avenue... Although he already knew Jian Changsheng's identity nowadays was not ordinary, but thinking of that freezing weather outside, he still unavoidably felt worried for this nephew.
Dang——Dang——Dang!!
The humming bell sound rang out from outside. The three shiveringly looked towards the blocked window.
"Now outside... there shouldn't be any living people already right?" The Aunt shrunk into a ball, muttering to herself. "Then... who is ringing the bell?"
"Could it be the Enforcer brothers making a move?" Hopeful brilliance emerged in the boy's eyes.
"Where are you going??"
"I will go out to take a look."
"Outside is so cold, you..."
"You guys stay well in the room, don't go out, understand?"
The Maternal Uncle opened the bedroom door walking to the living room, backhandedly closing the bedroom door up, then again cautiously pushing open a corner of the main door, preventing the cold wind from blowing to the bedroom. Waiting until his figure walked into the street, the extreme cold low temperature suddenly descended.
He saw the black snowflakes flying wildly all over the sky, and the aurora rising from the ground, blankly standing in place, his eyes full of shock and incomprehension;
Waiting until the cold wind cut past his cheek like a knife, did he then recover his senses. Gritting his teeth step by step walking towards the direction of the Clock Tower... Nowadays the ones who could ring the bell inside Aurora City, should only be those people, Little Jian should also be among them.
But he had just walked two steps, an even more icy cold wave then rolled in from outside the city wall, resembling a wind of death blowing from the netherworld, dyeing the sky even with a layer of cold-toned deep blue.
The Maternal Uncle's pupils suddenly shrank, as if his heart had all stagnated. Both legs softening then plunging down into the snow ground.
-79°C.
Under such low temperature, his consciousness started gradually blurring. Life was currently little by little being extracted away by the cold wave, like a remnant fire swaying in the cold wind of an ice cave, gently blowing, then only left with a little bits of embers rapidly dimming...
Right at the instant he was about to close his both eyes, four black figures, slowly walked over from the end of the street.
"...Maternal Uncle?"
Jian Changsheng saw that person, his pupils slightly shrinking. He immediately ran forward touching the Maternal Uncle's breath, actually finding that there was already only faint outgoing breath...
"Little... Jian..." A tiny sound resembling a mosquito or fly transmitted out. The Maternal Uncle's heart thoroughly stopped beating.
Whimpering cold wind echoed by the ear,
Jian Changsheng blankly squatted there, resembling a sculpture unmoving not budging.
He never thought before, human life unexpectedly was this fragile, even if it was only a burst of sea wind blowing from the Forbidden Sea, was also enough to lightly flutteringly blow down the pillar of any family...
"Maternal Uncle... Maternal Uncle?!" Jian Changsheng abruptly hugged him up. The black umbrella in his hand rolled dropping onto the snow ground, following the cold wind gently rolling to beside a pair of black leather shoes.
Chen Ling the three people supported umbrellas, standing not far away, looking with complex expressions at Jian Changsheng kneeling before the Maternal Uncle,
The teenager's hoarse roar sound echoed on the deathly silent street.
"This is your first time experiencing a Realm Funeral... but won't be the last time." Chu Muyun slowly spoke, "This era, humanity's fragility far exceeds your imagination. Even the Dusk Society has no way to save every person. So, we don't recommend producing too deep social interactions with Ordinary People."
"This is also why, usually the Dusk Society only recruits crazy or cold-blooded newcomers... Because only people who don't easily empathize, can then maintain rationality and clear-headedness amidst one time after another time's witnessing."
"Otherwise... one time after another time's despair and pain, will drag you guys into the abyss."
Jian Changsheng's both fists tightly grasped up. He held the Maternal Uncle's corpse, teardrops having already condensed into ice on his cheek...
Black snowflakes fluttered down on the corpse's shoulder. Faint aurora resembling a kite, flutteringly rose from inside his body, slowly rising towards the sky surging with aurora.
At this moment, Jian Changsheng as if saw amidst the aurora, there was a blurry figure waving its hand towards himself. He blankly kneeled there, his eyes having already turned completely red.
At the same time, separated by several streets from here, a young woman similarly wearing a Suit, her lips lightly opened. An ethereal and clear female voice used a certain rhythm, echoing beneath the deathly silent firmament.
"I saw the sky crying,"
"I heard there is your voice;"
"I smelled yearning blooming in full amidst the thistles and thorns,"
"I walked over from the direction of sunset"..."
The instant hearing this sound, Chen Ling slightly blanked out.
Like a poem, like a ballad, amidst the female voice ethereal resembling crystal, clearly and melodiously echoing in every corner of the city... This sound seemed to have a certain special magic power. Those auroras fluttering and rising into the sky, were like being appeased by formless hands, tranquil and serene.
If Lord of the Aurora was here, he would then discover, the originally noisy and chaotic soul furious roars had already thoroughly disappeared, replacing it, was peace resembling a dream.
Even Jian Changsheng kneeling down on the ground at this moment, the pain in his heart all weakened a little bit. Wiping away the tear crystals at the corner of his eyes, vacantly looking towards the direction the sound transmitted from.
"This is..." Chen Ling spoke in doubt.
"Is the Requiem Ballad." Chu Muyun complicatedly looked towards the direction the sound transmitted from. "This is an absolutely indispensable link within the Realm Funeral. The Requiem Ballad chanted by her, can soothe the soul resentment of those who died in disasters, letting them rest in peace."
"These three million people died too bitterly. If there was no Requiem Ballad, even if they were engraved in the sky, a large part would also only be fixed in pain and despair..."
"This can be considered a unique consummate skill of our Dusk Society. Pity up until now only four people know it."
Chu Muyun long sighed a breath, then no longer speaking.
Bai Ye also slowly closed his eyes, as if earnestly listening.
That ethereal female voice continued singing:
"The great earth and rosy red are your hotbed,"
"Frost and snow and setting sun are your heavy makeup;"
"I will weave hope into wildly flying kapok flowers,"
"Until the rocks engrave the flower fragrance in memory"..."
Jian Changsheng listened to the ballad, slowly standing up.
He bent down picking up the black umbrella at his feet, opening it up, slowly covering it on top of that icy cold corpse... like replacing that figure to block the last wind and snow.
At the same time, inside that house the Maternal Uncle walked out of, a pair of mother and son also under the cold wave, forever closed their eyes.
Jian Changsheng closed both eyes, praying something in his heart.
More and more aurora amidst this ballad, silently flew up into the sky. The aurora that originally had already thoroughly dissipated, unexpectedly gathered out anew. Cyan and red colored rays of light flowed in the sky above the city like a river, gorgeously and uniquely beautiful.
"Crying Child,"
"Please gently close your both eyes;"
"Wait until dusk curtains fall on the darkest era,"
"I will promise you morning glow and blue sky"."