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"Best friend, are you going out?" In a room with almost the same layout and decoration as Guhan's new home, the tall cast iron is holding the inner liner of a rice cooker, constantly stuffing rice into his mouth with a large rice spoon in the rice cooker. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At this time, Cast Cloud Iron was talking to his sword-wielding Songhama.

"yes, I'm going to go out!" Song Hama tightened his shoelaces, at this time he was very rare to wear a formal black suit, his hair was neatly groomed, and his whole temperament instantly became a little low, looking like he was going to attend a very formal and grand occasion.

"Take me with you!" Zhu Yuntie put down a large pot of rice, wiped his palm stained with rice grains on his clothes, and prepared to go out with Song Hama.

"Wait!" Song Hama smiled bitterly, "Zhuyun Tie, I can't go out with you today, you are alone at home, or go out for a walk, okay?" ”

"Why? Why can't cast cloud iron be with his best friend? "When Zhu Yuntie heard that Song Hama didn't let him go out with him, he was immediately unhappy." Best friend, you can't have met another girl, right? ”

Zhu Yuntie muttered very loudly, well, there is no speech disease and logical confusion, she just mutters loudly. As she muttered, her mind had already begun to imagine the scene of Song Hama carrying herself behind her back to meet with a girl or boy who was cute, and then drinking and chatting together, talking about the philosophy of life from poetry and songs.

"Oh my God. What the hell are you thinking about" Song Hama smiled even more bitterly, "Forget it, tell you the truth. I'm going to meet that bad friend of mine today, so I can't take you with me. ”

"Oh. You're going to meet Gu Han! Zhu Yun Tie spoke in a fluttery tone, obviously not believing what Song Hama said, "Gu Han and Zhu Yun Tie are also friends, since you are going to meet Gu Han, then Zhu Yun Tie will go with you, Zhu Yun Tie has not seen Gu Han for a long time, and Zhu Yun Tie is also going to see his friends." ”

"Okay, don't make trouble, I really can't take you there" Song Hama's intention to refuse was very firm.

"Okay, I see," Cast Cloud Iron slammed the table. The whole table jumped up, startling the exclusive maid who was about to clean up the rice cooker for Zhuyun Tie, "You didn't go out with Gu Han at all, did you!" You're just with other girls, boys, right? ”

"I'm really ......" Song Hama was speechless, and Song Hama regretted that such a sword girl was cast on the cloud, and Song Hama's intestines were blue with regret, "Okay, let me tell you, today is the death day of Gu Han's parents and sister, Gu Han doesn't want too many people to disturb him, do you understand!" From me and Gu Han to know today, in the fifteen years, except for me. Gu Han will never let others go with his parents and sister, even my mother, father, younger brothers and sisters, Gu Han will never let them go, do you understand? I made an agreement with Guhan. In this life, we two brothers will sweep the graves of our uncles and aunts together, and we will never bring anyone else over. ”

Song Hama is like a machine gun. Mixed with anger, he spit out this passage, and sprayed it on Zhuyun Tie's face word by word. The female man who is more than two meters tall and almost three meters tall is stupid.

"Oh......" cast cloud iron is like a little Lori who has been wronged. whispered, twisted and pinched, and said aggrievedly, "People don't know, okay, you go, go back quickly, people are waiting for you to go home for dinner." ”

"Hey!" Song Hama sighed, walked in front of Zhuyun Tie, waited for a while, and saw that Zhuyun Tie was still wood, and glared at Zhuyun Tie helplessly, "What are you doing in a daze...... Pick me up......"

"Oh......" Zhuyun Tie hugged Song Hama, looking like a mother holding her child.

"Wait for me at home, I'll be back soon!" Song Hama hugged the cast cloud iron hard...... There is no way, if you don't let Zhuyuntie pick it up, Song Hama can't hook Zhuyuntie's broad mind at all.

A few minutes later, Song Hama stumbled downstairs and left the house, Zhu Yuntie reluctantly glanced at it, and then snatched his own rice pot from the exclusive maid who was cleaning up the table, "What are you doing, I haven't eaten yet." ”

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When Song Hama arrived at the agreed place with Gu Han, he was surprised to find that Gu Han had not come here. This is an incredible thing, in the past, with Gu Han's parents who worshiped him, Gu Han waited at the agreed place early, at least twenty minutes earlier, but today, there are only less than five minutes left before the time, and Gu Han still did not appear.

It wasn't until there was a minute left that Gu Han finally came too late.

Song Hama wanted to ask why Guhan, who had always been in advance, was so late, but thinking that this was the day to sacrifice Guhan's parents, it seemed too inappropriate to ask such a question, so after thinking about it, he didn't ask this question.

However, Gu Han seemed to see Song Hama's doubts, put his hand into his childcare bag, and slipped out of the smirking poor man in a plain white gauze skirt, "It's all because of this guy, clamoring to come with me, I was in a stalemate with her for a while, and then I delayed the time." ”

Hearing Gu Han's explanation, the corners of Song Hama's mouth unconsciously skimmed a few times. Nima's, it took her boss's strength to appease the one in the family, so that she gave up the idea of coming out with her to participate in the Guhan tomb sweeping sacrifice. Gu Han is a good guy, he didn't stop the toss of poverty, brought her out, and said Okay, in this life, we two brothers will come to sweep the grave together?

Although I was helpless in my heart, after all, this is someone else's Guhan's parents, who wants to bring someone over, that's someone else's business, what does it have to do with me, hey, next time, or I'll bring Zhuyun Iron over next time. Song Hama thought silently.

"Don't think about bringing Cast Cloud Iron next time." Gu Han suddenly popped out such a sentence, which startled Song Hama, "Poverty is equivalent to my sister, it is my family, and it is different from your cast cloud iron." ”

"Cut, look at your sour popsicle, you want it, Lao Tzu is not willing to cast Yuntie and she come......" Song Hama was choked speechless, and could only refute weakly.

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According to the rules of the Council, after the death of a human being, the corpse must not stay in the city for a moment, and must be cremated immediately, so as not to cause a terrible plague in the city that is crowded with people and densely populated to the limit.

After the body is cremated, the ashes can only be placed in the only Anju Hall in the city, and the rest of the places are not allowed to be stored. In addition, the ashes can only be stored in the Anju Hall for a maximum of 20 years, and after 20 years, the council will find an open space outside the city and scatter it, and then cover it with soil on top of the tree, so that the human body can be completely returned to nature.

Of course, this rule does not apply to sword wielders, and if you become a sword wielder, you can keep it in the Anjudo for as long as you want, until you or your descendants no longer have sword wielders. If your level is higher, reaching the spirit sword or above, then the ashes of your ancestors do not need to be placed in the Anju Hall, just take them home and worship them, and the privileges of the sword bearer are clearly displayed here.

However, the Chinese people pay attention to the earth, and most sword bearers do not use this privilege, but choose their parents and ancestors, like other ordinary people, scatter the ashes under the trees, and return to this heaven and earth.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" In the hall of Anjutang, a waiter asked with a smile, because there were too many ashes stored in Anjutang, there was an endless stream of juniors who wanted to sacrifice, and there were too many people, and in the first few years, it also caused a very bad incident of smashing because of the long waiting time.

Therefore, the council issued a regulation that each descendant is only allowed to sacrifice the ashes of his ancestors once a year, and he must make an appointment in advance, otherwise he cannot enter the Anju Hall.

Gu Han didn't speak, he just scanned his personal terminal on the scanner at the counter, and heard the scanner ding, "Dear Mr. Sword Wielder, please go to the exclusive sacrificial room No. 145 to perform the sacrifice." ”

It is still the privilege of sword-wielding people, and they can come and worship their ancestors at any time without an appointment. Seeing that Gu Han was the sword wielder, the waitress lady's attitude became more deferential, she lowered her head, bent over, stretched out a hand, and led Gu Han to the exclusive sacrificial room No. 145.

This exclusive sacrificial room sounds very awesome and seems to be very large, but in fact, it is only a small room of less than five square meters, and Gu Han and Song Hama are standing in it, and they both feel a little crowded.

The layout of this sacrificial room is also very simple, with a metal offering table on which a small bronze tripod is placed for incense. The work is next to a metal wall, and directly above the metal table, there is a small window tens of centimeters square, like the groove in the wall of the traditional farmhouse courtyard where the stove is placed.

"Ding, respected sword-wielder, please place your personal terminal in front of the scanner and scan it once," the voice of the computer in the sacrificial room said slowly, unlike the computer sounds in other places, the computer sound here has its own soft, low, mournful special effects, specially set to match the atmosphere of the sacrifice.

Gu Han scanned the personal terminal representing his identity, and heard a series of mechanical movements, and dozens of seconds later, a small rectangular box was trayed into the opening in the wall, this box Gu Han was very familiar with, this was his father's urn.

When Gu Han took the box out of the window and respectfully put it on the offering table, the urns of his mother and sister were also transported to Gu Han by the machine.

This is the high-precision sacrificial management system of the future, the interior of Anjudo is like a huge warehouse, the urn is the goods in the warehouse, the worshippers do not need to look for the location of their relatives one by one as before the great destruction, as long as they wait in the sacrificial room on the first floor, the system can take the initiative to send the urn bound to the sacrificer to the front of the sacrificer.

I don't know if that's good or bad...... But it is certain that this is just a change that mankind has to make after almost all of its homes have been destroyed and occupied. (To be continued.) )