The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 185 Hometown Customs
"This is the arrangement for the funeral. Please check if there is anything missing."

"Yeah, sure. I just have a question."

"Master, please speak."

“Is it really not necessary to cremate him?”

"..."

Zhongli couldn't help but be silent. He looked at Chen Tianfeng who was in the coffin without any breath and whose body was as cold as if he was dead.

If Chen Tianfeng's body, which had been so hard to resurrect and condense, was cremated while he was "sleeping", then when he "woke up"... it was hard to imagine what his mood would be, and it was hard to guess what he would do.

But one thing is certain, if he wants to condense a human body again, the demon god he needs to devour must be of a higher status - Liyue probably cannot find a demon god with a higher status than Osel for him to devour.

Zhongli coughed lightly and said solemnly: "Well, this is the tradition of your hometown, and it is also his...last wish. We just need to respect it."

"I see... It's strange that you two even talked about your last wishes."

Hu Tao shook her head, flicked her ponytail, and turned around holding the funeral schedule: "I'm going to get busy now. I'll leave this to you, my guest."

"Master, walk slowly."

Zhongli sent Hu Tao away and turned around to see the protagonist of the funeral - Chen Tianfeng in a slightly dim memory form.

"It was a close call. How could the hall master have such a dangerous idea?"

Chen Tianfeng patted his chest, gave Zhongli a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhongli is still reliable."

Then the man came to his coffin and looked at his body with a strange expression. He thought for a moment, and then he pinched out three imaginary incense sticks out of thin air, bowed to himself, and inserted the incense into the incense burner beside him.

The incense stick burned slowly, and the illusory smoke rose up, condensed into a wisp in the air, and returned to the memory of Chen Tianfeng. He pretended to be intoxicated, took a deep breath, and exclaimed: "Sure enough, the incense you burn for yourself is the most delicious."

Zhongli, who saw this scene from the side, said: "..."

What is this guy doing crazy again?

The corners of Zhongli's eyes twitched, and his usually calm and gentle expression could hardly hold. He opened his mouth and said, "My friend, do you know what state you are in now?"

"Probably a memory, or an information-state life form."

Chen Tianfeng ate incense sticks while answering awkwardly: "Maybe there was a small mistake when resurrecting the flesh, and the human body and the divine body were resurrected together, but I only have one consciousness, and I don't want to have a clone to love and kill each other, so... I have to wait until the divine body and the human body merge before letting the consciousness return."

After waking up in the form of a memory, if he didn't clearly know that there was nothing wrong with his memory, he would have doubted whether he had another wonderful experience - such as running into a collapsed universe and becoming the rememberer of Liuguang Memory Court by chance.

"The fusion of the divine body and the human body...are you confident about it, young man?" Zhongli looked up at him, his eyes thoughtful.

"Yes, yes. This is quite simple. All we have to do is wait." Chen Tianfeng took the last bite of the incense, nodded, and added: "And the noise is small, so the impact is also small."

So there is no need to think about taking advantage of these few days to transport his "body" and bury it day and night in some beautiful wilderness.

"I see."

Zhongli nodded, and then said in confusion: "But I still don't understand why you are so obsessed with a funeral... Is it a necessary ceremony for the fusion of man and god?"

"Not really..."

Chen Tianfeng's smile faded and he let out a long sigh.

When Zhongli saw him like this, dozens or even hundreds of guesses flashed through his mind in a short moment, and his expression gradually became serious and heavy.

Could it be that... "I want to give myself a funeral as a farewell to the past... Eh? What's wrong with Mr. Zhongli? Why do you look so ugly?" Chen Tianfeng looked puzzled.

"…It's okay, I just thought of some past events."

Zhongli's expression stiffened slightly, and he moved his gaze from the memory Chen Tianfeng to the human body Chen Tianfeng.

Forget it, the person is dead, so an abnormal brain becomes normal... Why bother so much with a dead person.

Zhongli looked away and said in a gentle voice, "Speaking of funerals, I have an idea. I wonder if you can cooperate with me?"

"Mr. Zhongli, please speak." Chen Tianfeng pretended to listen.

Zhongli carefully considered his words, expressing his thoughts as clearly and concisely as possible.

Chen Tianfeng's expression gradually became stunned, as if he had heard something extremely incredible. His lips moved, and he wanted to interrupt, but felt it was inappropriate, so he continued to listen carefully until Zhongli stopped. Then he suddenly remembered something and smiled in surprise.

"No wonder Mr. Zhongli said those things that night... But, Mr. Zhongli, aren't you worried that I might have evil thoughts?" Chen Tianfeng raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You should know that if you really do this, then as long as I want, I can make Liyue fall into an irreparable situation."

"I believe in you, my friend."

Zhongli looked calm.

“Trust…”

Chen Tianfeng sighed, then his face turned serious. He bowed to Zhongli and said, "In the name of my 1,735,435,713 people, I promise Mr. Zhongli that I will never have any inappropriate thoughts about Liyue."

Zhongli also looked serious. He returned the greeting and said solemnly, "I promise you in the name of the people of Liyue that if you need anything in the future, Liyue will be your most reliable ally."

The two stood up at the same time and smiled at each other.

Chen Tianfeng knew that even if Zhongli said he trusted him, he still reserved the ability to terminate the plan at any time. As for the allies... they were just allies. It was good enough to be able to advance and retreat together at certain times. It was better not to be too demanding.

Zhongli also knew that Chen Tianfeng's promise had some room for improvement. "I will never have any inappropriate thoughts about Liyue"... What exactly "inappropriate thoughts" were, was entirely up to Chen Tianfeng's mind.

But at least at this moment, at least at this moment, the promises made to him by the two gods were intended to be fulfilled in the most benevolent and beautiful way.

"Zhongli, this hall master has finished his work, you can... eh?"

Hu Tao stepped into the coffin room, looked at Zhongli, who was smiling and bowing, and then looked at the empty space in front of him, with a slightly puzzled expression: "What are you doing alone?"

"…In memory of friend Tian Feng."

Zhongli withdrew his hand without changing his expression. At the same time, he glanced at Chen Tianfeng, who was smiling innocently, and sighed in his heart.

Chen Tianfeng acts in the form of a memory and can independently decide who to show up in front of or not, which is quite magical.

——It’s just that he has some difficulties talking to people and can be easily misunderstood.

"Mourning?" Hu Tao blinked, even more puzzled, and pointed at Chen Tianfeng in the coffin: "But the direction of your mourning is wrong, isn't it?"

"..."

Zhongli was silent for two seconds, then smiled and said, "Master, you may not know that this is the custom of Tianfeng's hometown, and it is also one of his last wishes."

Chen Tianfeng: “…”

I don't! I'm not!
Don't add everything to the customs of my hometown, you bastard!

(End of this chapter)