Rebirth as a Willow Tree, building the strongest tribe in all of eternity
Chapter 1517 - 930: A New Eating Method for the Departure Fire Divine Bull

Chapter 1517: Chapter 930: A New Eating Method for the Departure Fire Divine Bull

Seven days after the departure of Lin Surname, according to the village customs, it was the day for burial.

At dawn, as the sky began to brighten, the courtyard of the Lin Family was already bustling.

Old man Lin led his children and grandchildren, as well as many generations of descendants, according to traditional customs, to hold a grand funeral for Lin Surname.

The coffin was slowly carried out, covered with a layer of white silk cloth, embroidered with a pattern resembling a towering tree, symbolizing that Lin Surname would continue to receive blessings and protection from the Adult after death.

The villagers spontaneously gathered by the roadside to bid farewell to Lin Surname, each with a trace of sorrow and reluctance on their faces.

From the heart.

Liu Village was unlike other villages.

Everyone present, each and every one, was a follower of Jiang Hui, so there was never any true scheming or conflict, always living like a family.

Of course, it’s not to say there were no disagreements, as even siblings have to settle accounts clearly, let alone those who are not blood-related; small conflicts, like the tongue hitting the teeth, were inevitable.

This Jiang Hui did not want to control either, as an ideal society was meaningless; sometimes, more domestic trivialities brought liveliness; if everyone was the same, it would be too dull.

Moreover, due to the identity of Old man Lin, Lin Surname actually had an additional role, roughly equivalent to that of a future women’s director.

On usual days, any family matters, people would first seek Lin Surname to mediate; if Lin Surname couldn’t handle it, they would then look for Old man Lin, as the latter was the village leader, and Liu Village was large and populous, how could he have time for every little issue.

In the village, the sounds of firecrackers and drums intertwined, adding solemn and respect to the funeral.

Lin Surname’s remains were properly buried on a small hill behind the village.

The place with beautiful scenery, overlooking the entire Liu Village, symbolized that Lin Surname continued to watch over the place she loved deeply in another world.

As the coffin was slowly lowered into the grave, Old man Lin and his children, grandchildren, and many generations of descendants knelt on the ground, sobbing, paying respects three times and nine bows before reluctantly turning away.

Seven days later, summoned by an invisible force, Lin Surname’s spirit drifted towards the Underworld like a wisp of smoke.

On this journey, she saw many familiar scenes, the bits and pieces of her past life flashing before her like a carousel, making her feel both sad and somewhat amazed.

She had encountered the old Clan Leader recently; initially frightened, then shocked.

The fright was because the old Clan Leader had been dead for many years, and now he was jumping around right in front of her eyes, which would scare anyone.

The shock followed as the old Clan Leader explained everything to her.

Only then did she know that under the protection of the Adult, death was not the end, and she could reunite with her family from time to time.

There might be even more arrangements, making future reunions easier.

She couldn’t blame her deceased old man, such good things were not shared, making herself feeling tired and knowing her time was short, filled with sorrow for a while.

Not because of fear of death; living that many years, she wasn’t afraid of death, but she couldn’t bear to part with her happy family.

Lin Surname knew she couldn’t blame her old man, as he was the village leader, usually busy with affairs, overwhelmed with work, having little time to meet, let alone telling her this matter.

Drifting along the journey, after an unknown period, a giant black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Lin Surname, indistinct, but the perimeter contours alone suggested a vast majestic peak connecting heaven and earth.

Desolate, boundless,

Upon seeing this black shadow, Lin Surname’s heart inexplicably tightened—

Solemn, majestic...

Coming closer, she vaguely saw that this endless black shadow was just a city gate.

Above the city gate, blood-red characters sparkled.

The Gate of the Ghost.

Below, black figures densely gathered, all swaying towards the city gate.

Indeed.

Beyond this city gate was the Underworld as the old Clan Leader had said.

An unimaginable vast realm.

The old lady was just about to step forward,

When suddenly, Jiang Hui appeared in front of her.

Lin Surname immediately panicked, hurriedly knelt down, trembling, said: "This old lady greets the Adult."

Jiang Hui smiled at her, said: "No need for formality, stand up."

Lin Surname nervously got up, unsure why the Adult suddenly appeared before her.

Not waiting for Lin Surname to ponder further, Jiang Hui already spoke: "Lin Surname, you have followed me for many years, and have been very faithful, today I specifically arranged a position for you."

Speaking, Jiang Hui took out a black token from his sleeve.

The token was engraved with intricate patterns, with a large "Meng" character in the center, emitting a crimson glow, resembling bloodstains, aged deeply in the black wooden token.

Lin Surname accepted the token, feeling a warm power flowing into her body, bringing unprecedented comfort, as if the token inherently belonged to her.

"This is the Meng Po Authority Token," Jiang Hui said, "you will become the Meng Po of the Underworld, responsible for making every wraith drink Mengpo’s Soup, also known as Soul Soup, while passing the Underworld Bridge. Holding this token, you can freely enter and exit the Underworld, meet with the living, and possess many miraculous uses which you need to explore yourself."