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"Friends, are you going out?" In the room with the layout and decoration almost the same as Gu Han's new home, the tall Zhuyuntie was holding the inner liner of a rice cooker, constantly stuffing rice into his mouth with a large rice spoon serving rice in the rice cooker. At this time, Zhuyuntie was talking to his swordsman Song Hama.

"Yes, I'm going out!" Song Hama tightened his shoelaces. At this time, he rarely wore a formal black suit and his hair was neatly taken care of. His whole temperament instantly became a little low, and he seemed to be attending a very formal and grand occasion.

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

"Wait!" Song Hama smiled bitterly, "Zhuyuntie, I can't go out with you today. Can you be at home alone or go out for a walk?"

"Why? Why can't Zhu Yuntie be with his close friend?" Zhu Yuntie was unhappy when he heard that Song Hama would not let him go out with him. "My close friend, you can't know other girls!"

Zhu Yuntie muttered loudly, "Well, there is no grammatical disorder or logical confusion, she just mutters loudly. When she mutters, her mind began to imagine that Song Hama met Ke Nai's girls or boys with her back, and then drank and chatted together, talking about the scenes of talking about the philosophy of life from poetry, songs and essays.

"My god, what are you thinking about Zhuyun Tie?" Song Hama laughed even more bitterly. "Forget it, let me tell you the truth. Today I want to meet my bad friend Gu Han, so I can't bring you."

"Oh, you want to meet Gu Han!" Zhu Yuntie's tone was fluttering, obviously not believing what Song Hama said, "Gu Han and Zhu Yuntie are also friends. Since you are going to meet Gu Han, Zhu Yuntie will go with you. Zhu Yuntie hasn't seen Gu Han for a long time, and Zhu Yuntie will also go to see his friends."

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

"Okay, I understand." Zhu Yuntie hit the table hard, and the whole table jumped up, frightening the exclusive maid who was preparing to clean up the rice cooker for Zhu Yuntie. "You are not going out with Gu Han at all, right? You are with other girls, boys, right?"

"I'm really..." Song Hama was speechless. She was like Zhu Yuntie, and Song Hama regretted her intestines. "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 the fifteen years that Gu Han and I have known today, except me, Gu Han will never let others go to worship with him. Even if my mother, father, brother and sister, Gu Han will never let them go. Do you understand? Gu Han and I made an agreement that in this life, we two brothers will visit the graves of our uncles and aunts together, and we will never bring anyone else to you."

Song Hama spitted out this passage like a machine gun mixed with anger, and sprayed it on Zhu Yuntie's face word by word, making Zhu Yuntie, a tomboy who was more than two meters tall and nearly three meters tall, make everyone stunned.

"Oh..." Zhu Yuntie was like a little loli who was wronged, whispering softly, and said aggrievedly, "I don't know, okay, you go, go and go quickly, I'm waiting for you to come home for dinner."

"Oh!" Song Hama sighed and walked to Zhu Yuntie. After waiting for a while, he saw that Zhu Yuntie still had no reaction. He glared at Zhu Yuntie helplessly, "What are you doing in a stand-in... Hold me up..."

"Oh..." Zhu Yuntie picked up Song Hama, looking like her mother holding her own child.

"Waiting for me at home with peace of mind, I'll be back soon!" Song Hama hugged Zhu Yuntie hard... There was no way, so he didn't let Zhu Yuntie pick him up. Song Hama couldn't reach Zhu Yuntie's broad mind.

A few minutes later, Song Hama went downstairs and left the house. Zhu Yuntie glanced reluctantly, and then snatched his rice cooker from the exclusive maid who was cleaning the table. "What are you cleaning up? I'm not full yet."

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When Song Hama arrived at the agreed place with Gu Han, she was surprised to find that Gu Han had not arrived here. This was an incredible thing. In the past, Gu Han had waited at the agreed place early, and would look at least twenty minutes in advance. However, today, less than five minutes left before time, Gu Han still did not appear.

Until one minute left, Gu Han finally arrived late.

Song Hama really wanted to ask why Gu Han, who has always been in advance, was so late, but when he thought that this was the day to worship Gu Han’s parents, it seemed too inappropriate to ask such a question. After thinking about it, he did not ask this question.

However, Gu Han seemed to see Song Hama's doubts, and lifted her hand into her parenting bag, lifting Qingnui, who was smirking in a plain white gauze dress. "It was all because of this guy who was clamoring to come with me. I had a stalemate with her for a while before I wasting time."

Hearing Gu Han's explanation, Song Hama unconsciously glanced at the corner of her mouth. Damn it, it was because she had sacked the boss's strength to comfort the one in her family, and made her give up the idea of ​​going out with her to attend Gu Han's tomb sweeping sacrifice. Gu Han is so good, but he didn't stop Qingnu's trouble and brought her out. He agreed that we two brothers will come to visit the tombs together in this life?

Although I was helpless, after all, this was Gu Han’s parents. What kind of people do they want to bring over? That’s their business. What does it have to do with me? Alas, next time, I would bring Zhuyuntie here again. Song Hama thought silently.

"Don't think about bringing Zhuyuntie here next time." Gu Han suddenly said this, which scared Song Hama. "Poverty is equivalent to my sister, my family, and it is different from your Zhuyuntie."

"Tsk, look at how awesome you are, you want to be sour ice cream. I'm not happy to cast cloud iron. She comes here..." Song Hama was speechless when she was choked and could only refute her powerlessly.

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According to the provisions of the Council, after humans die, the bodies cannot stay in the city for a moment and must be cremated immediately to avoid crowds and terrible plagues in cities with extreme density.

After the corpse is cremated, the ashes can only be placed in the only Anju Hall in the city, and no other places are allowed to be stored. In addition, the ashes can only be stored for up to twenty years in the Anju Hall. After twenty years, the Council will find a space outside the city to sprinkle them, and then put trees on it and cover them with soil, so that the human body will completely return to nature.

Of course, this rule does not take effect for sword holders. If you become a sword holder, you can keep it as long as you want to stay in Anju Hall until you or your descendants no longer have a sword holder. If your level is higher and you have reached the level of spiritual sword or spiritual sword above, then your ancestors' ashes will not need to be placed in Anju Hall and just take them home for worship. The privileges of sword holders are clearly displayed here.

However, Chinese people are concerned about being buried in peace. Most sword holders do not use this privilege. Instead, they choose their parents, ancestors, like other ordinary people, to scatter ashes under trees and return to this world.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" A waiter asked with a smile in the lobby of Anju Hall. Because there were too many ashes stored in Anju Hall, there were endless younger generations who wanted to sacrifice, and there were too many people. In the first few years, a very bad incident of smashing and smashing due to the waiting time was too long.

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

Gu Han didn't say anything. He just used his personal terminal to scan the scanner on the counter, and then he heard the scanner jingle, "Dear Mr. Sword Holder, please go to No. 145 of the exclusive sacrificial room for sacrifice."

This place is still a privilege for the sword holder. There is no need to make an appointment and you can come to worship your ancestors at any time. Seeing that Gu Han was a sword holder, the waiter's attitude became more respectful. She lowered her head, bent down, stretched out her hand, and led Gu Han to the exclusive sacrificial room No. 145.

This exclusive sacrificial room sounds very awesome and seems to be very big, but in fact, it is just a small room less than five square meters. Gu Han and Song Hama both stood inside and felt a little crowded.

The layout of this sacrificial room is also very simple. A metal altar with a small bronze tripod for incense on it. The work is close to a metal wall, and on the wall directly above the metal altar, there is a small window dozens of centimeters square, just like the grooves on the wall of the Kitchen God in a traditional farmyard.

"Ding, dear sword holder, please put your personal terminal in front of the scanner to scan it once." The sound of the computer in the sacrificial room was slowly speaking. Unlike the computer sounds in other places, the computer sound here has a soft, low and sad special effect, which was specially set to conform to the atmosphere of the sacrificial.

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

When Gu Han took the box from the window and placed it respectfully on the altar, his mother and sister's urns were transported to Gu Han by machines one after another.

This is the future high-precision sacrificial management system. The interior of Anju Hall is like a huge warehouse, and the urns are the goods in the warehouse. The priests do not need to look for their relatives one by one like before the Great Destruction. As long as they wait in the sacrificial room on the first floor, the system can actively deliver the urns bound by the priest to the priests.
Chapter completed!