Yuanshen: Liyuegang Storyteller, Walnut Tears

Little Walnut, who was lying in the coffin, lifted up the coffin excitedly.

Laughing loudly, he said, "Grandpa, you're so stupid this time, you didn't come to the coffin to look for it!"

"Yeah, Nutella won!"

But when Hu Tao saw the scene ahead, all the laughter stopped abruptly.

Grandpa, who was alive and well during the day, fell quietly to the ground like a corpse.

There is no interest at all!

Little Walnut, who was originally happy, just stood there blankly when she saw this scene.

Looking ahead in disbelief, he shouted in shock: "Grandpa, grandpa, what's wrong with you!"

Hu Tao rushed to Grandpa's side in a hurry.

With two small arms, he hugged grandpa desperately.

Calling Grandpa!

But it's a pity that grandpa, who was hugged by Walnut, was no longer breathing.

No matter how you call, there is no answer.

Grandpa is dead!

Hu Tao hugged her grandfather's body, she had been crying for a long time, and she became a man of tears.

"Grandpa, it's clearly agreed. Accompany Hu Tao to finish reading these materials—"

"It's clearly agreed, when Hu Tao grows up, I will pass the position of hall master to Hu Tao—"

"It's clearly agreed that I will accompany Hu Tao to preside over the first funeral—"

"grandfather……"

Various images of the past began to flicker in Hu Tao's mind.

Go shopping with grandpa!

Promote the business of Xiangshengtang together with grandpa.

Dig pits with grandpa, and drive away mischievous little ghosts with grandpa.

Every moment, Grandpa is doing his best to take care of Hu Tao and pass on his knowledge to Hu Tao.

When learning grandpa knowledge!

Hu Tao never thought that one day grandpa would die.

this moment.

Walnut, who has always been eccentric, has always liked the smiling Walnut.

Has been crying into tears.

Tears had already filled her entire cheeks.

Walnut regrets it very much!

If he hadn't played hide-and-seek with grandpa, but stayed with grandpa all the time, maybe he could be treated in time.

Maybe grandpa won't die!

If grandpa's condition is discovered earlier, healers can be found earlier to help grandpa treat his illness.

But—nothing could be done in time.

Grandpa is already dead!

Holding Grandpa's body, Hu Tao cried and muttered to himself:

"Grandpa, don't leave Walnut—"

"Walnut misses you—"

"Hutao doesn't want to lose grandpa, Hutao doesn't want to play hide-and-seek alone, Hutao doesn't want to dig a hole alone, Hutao doesn't want to be in charge of the Hall of Rebirth alone!"

"Grandpa, grandpa—"

While crying, Hu Tao hugged Grandpa's body tightly.

In the darkness!

The sound of walnuts spread far, far away in the quiet night sky.

When the people of Liyue heard the cries from the Hall of Rebirth, they couldn't help but show pity.

Because they know.

Another unfortunate person left this world tonight.

In the hall of the Hall of the Dead, lit by candlelight.

Hu Tao was crying, clenching her teeth tightly, exhausting all the strength in her little body.

Miraculously, he picked up Grandpa's body.

Open a most suitable coffin.

With all my strength, I put Grandpa in the coffin.

all night long!

Walnut never left again, and kept guarding beside the coffin.

While crying!

While telling grandpa the sweet stories of the past.

……

the next day!

In a certain teahouse on Liyue Street.

Zhongli, who was tasting tea, suddenly received a cage containing a thrush.

The shopkeeper of the teahouse walked to Zhongli, sighed and said, "This thrush was given to you by Lao Hu before he was alive. By the way, there is another letter!"

The shopkeeper of the teahouse felt both puzzled and regretful.

Obviously, it can sell millions, or even tens of millions of Mora's thrushes.

Why not sell?

Instead, give it to this young man named Zhongli for no reason?

Chapter 242 Grandpa's Funeral

Since I was a child, my grandfather didn't want the young Walnut to watch every time the funeral was held in the Xiangsheng Hall.

But Walnut always likes to sneak over.

Seeing people mourning and crying at the funeral, seeing people carrying coffins to Wuwangpo or other places for burial.

From then on!

Hu Tao fantasized about becoming the head of the hall and presiding over the funeral.

Must be cool!

Walnut thought that that day would eventually come.

But——Hu Tao never thought that the first funeral he presided over as the hall master turned out to be the funeral of his grandfather.

as usual.

When funerals are held at the Hall of Death, it always rains lightly.

It made the Pastoral Hall a little more sad.

Sections of white silk were swaying in every corner of the yard, following the faint breeze, like butterflies about to die, doing their final struggle.

A furnace of charcoal fire, flickering under the misty drizzle, may go out at any time.

In front of the hall, under the eaves.

The charcoal fire swayed, flickering back and forth on both sides of the coffin, like an elf, respectfully sending the dead away.

in the yard!

Hu Tao was wearing mourning clothes, and two lines of tears fell down her body.

According to the rules of Xiangshengtang, holding a foot of white silk in his hand, he walked in the drizzle.

Step by step towards grandpa's coffin.

while walking!

While sobbing continuously, he slowly read the eulogy:

"The past hall masters of the Hall of Rebirth are here!"

"this--"

"Walnut, the seventh-generation master of the Hall of Past Life No. 70, especially the fifth-generation hall master of No. 70 of the Past Life Hall!"

"Send off!"

According to the rules of the Hall of Death, she could have said many, many eulogies.

You can even use an impassioned tone to describe grandpa's glorious and magnificent life, a life full of mythology.

Write all the great achievements of grandpa's life on the tombstone.

But—the grandpa that came to Walnut's mind.

It was the grandpa who accompanied her to study, play hide-and-seek with her, and dig holes with her.

she wept.

Just two words out, already broke down in tears.

Hu Tao, who has just turned 13 years old, has just learned the etiquette of the Hall of Death, has just learned to dig holes like his grandfather, and has just learned to use a shovel to drive away mischievous little ghosts.