Chapter 082 Mad Scientist (End) Funeral and ending, the beginning of a new world.
Shen Ke buried Jian Ziyan personally.
In this period, it was difficult for someone to have a decent burial when they died. Everyone was in danger of dying at any time, and there were many reasons for death. No one had the energy to deal with the corpses.
It is already difficult to stay alive, so who can pursue higher emotional and spiritual needs?
But Shen Ke gave Jian Ziyan the most glorious funeral.
Not only the people at the Hengyunshan base, but after the vaccine came out, all the survivors around the world who had spared any strength came here from afar to attend the funeral of the hero who saved the world.
Even Zhang Wenxuan came here specially accompanied by Chen Lixing.
When they arrived, Shen Ke was standing in front of the coffin he had built for Jian Ziyan. His tall figure looked lonely and desolate, and just looking at him made people want to cry.
They knew that Jian Ziyan was lying inside, and until the last moment of burial, Chen Ke was unwilling to leave his lover.
Zhang Wenxuan suppressed the sobs in his throat, walked forward slowly, stretched out his old hand and touched
This exquisite coffin.
"Xiao Yan, the teacher is late."
For the first time, Chen Ke did not greet his teacher immediately. He kept looking at the coffin, as if his soul had left with Jian Ziyan, and now all that remained in the world was just a body.
Zhang Wenxuan wiped his eyes, wanting to comfort his other beloved disciple, but he found that all words were pale.
Instead, it was Shen Ke who took the initiative to speak.
"Teacher." His voice was hoarse, "You could have seen my feelings for him back then."
"I can see it, and everyone in the institute can see it, because you have never concealed anything." Zhang Wenxuan looked at him, "You are a very open-minded child, and you express your love openly. I don't think there is anything to stop you."
"Everyone knows that I like him, except himself." Shen Ke said, "Now that he is dead, everyone thinks he likes me, except myself."
Zhang Wenxuan was a little worried: "Xiao Ke..."
"I'm fine, teacher, don't worry." Chen Ke smiled at him, but his eyes were still empty. "He hasn't finished what he left behind, I won't be upset."
He was so clearly confused and in pain.
Everyone said that Jian Ziyan must love him, otherwise why would he not even blame him, but instead tried his best to make him live in a future without the apocalypse.
Jian Ziyan is special. Even when he expresses his love, he uses such a special way.
But Shen Ke didn't know.
He tried hard to control himself and not let himself think about it, because he felt that Jian Ziyan might just have felt his feelings and wanted to give the same return.
However, no matter how he guessed, he never got the answer, and he could no longer ask for the answer.
Chen Ke stroked the edge of the coffin bit by bit, recalling how he had polished the coffin with his own hands, how he had put Jian Ziyan in it with his own hands, how he had watched his face being covered, and how he had nailed the nails into the coffin lid.
From then on, they were separated by Yin and Yang, never to see each other again.
There was a lingering reluctance in Chen Ke's eyes, as if he was caressing Jian Ziyan's face.
It was a sunny day on the day of the burial. The people who came to see Jian Ziyan off filled the entire hilltop. No one spoke, and there was no organization. There was a spontaneous sense of solemnity and dignity in the air.
It is rare to have such good weather in the last days. People say that this is because God knows that the angel is about to return to heaven, so he comes specially to welcome him.
All the steps were completed by Shen Ke personally, and the eulogy was delivered by his teacher Zhang Wenxuan.
"He once bore the most humiliating infamy, but he never extinguished the light of kindness in his heart... He used his life to create a better future for all mankind. We should be grateful and say thank you to him."
There were sobbing sounds among the crowd. Chen Ke had a blank expression on his face as he stared at the coffin that had been placed in the pit.
When the time came, he waved his hand, and the hellish fire wrapped in thick soil fell neatly, completely burying this man who was so unfathomable during his lifetime and who left behind countless legends and fantasies after his death.
From now on, the name Jian Ziyan is destined to be engraved on the monument of human history, representing this most difficult period of history.
In the name of legends and heroes.
After the funeral, everyone gradually dispersed, but Shen Ke did not leave. He stayed in front of Jian Ziyan's tombstone, on which were the words he had carved with his own hands.
"The Tomb of My Lover Jian Ziyan
Thoughts are the brightest flash in the long night."
Zhang Wenxuan was old and weak, and was supported by Chen Lixing to go back and rest. Yu Hui stood behind Shen Ke and asked him softly.
"You're not going to do anything stupid, are you?"
"It seems like each of you is worried about me." Chen Ke said calmly, "You're overthinking. He saved this world with his life, and I have to protect it for him. Otherwise, I won't be able to face him when I see him in the future."
Afterglow stopped, feeling both relieved and sad.
Maybe from now on, Shen Ke is no longer living for himself.
"Go back." Shen Ke said.
He put his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker and turned to leave.
Just after they left, the sky suddenly turned overcast and a light drizzle began to fall.
…
According to the formula left by Jian Ziyan, vaccines were produced in batches.
Shen Ke is in charge of the overall situation. He is the only one who has followed Jian Ziyan from beginning to end and witnessed how the vaccine was developed. He is the only one in the world who can inherit Jian Ziyan's will and bring the vaccine to every corner of the world.
In the eyes of outsiders, he is strong, silent, cold and reliable. However, only his few friends know that this most powerful and famous man in the world is just a poor man who lost his partner.
After the production of the vaccine was on track, he transformed into a warrior and rushed to the front line to eliminate zombies. Wherever there were terrible monsters in the world, he could be seen.
He is not afraid of being injured, nor is he afraid of death, and he never leaves himself a way out when fighting.
He was almost beyond rescue several times, but his face showed no reluctance or attachment to the human world, but full of expectations.
But finally he woke up.
After waking up, he continued to wander around in various dangerous battles, but no matter where he went, he would return to the Hengyun Mountain Base on two fixed days every year.
These two days are Jian Ziyan’s birthday and Jian Ziyan’s death anniversary respectively.
He would take a few fresh tomatoes and go to Jian Ziyan's tombstone, standing there for a whole day.
Jian Ziyan's tombstone has always been very clean. Countless people come to clean it every day and place various tributes. However, during these two days, everyone will tacitly agree not to disturb them.
Shen Ke came quietly and left quietly. Apart from a few fresh tomatoes, there was no evidence to prove that he had been there.
As spring goes and autumn comes, old friends leave one by one, zombies are wiped out, and mankind ushered in a new era.
In his twilight years, Chen Ke refused the escort of others and insisted on going to the top of the mountain alone, to the tombstone of Jian Ziyan surrounded by a group of dazzling flowers.
He could no longer stand, so he sat down against the tombstone and rested his head on it.
Those wise eyes that could see through everyone with just a glance were filled with childlike dependence and joy.
"Because of your words, I have guarded this world for many years. Now it's time for me to leave, right? You can't say that to me anymore."
Chen Ke smiled slightly, his face full of doting, as if he had seen Jian Ziyan standing in front of him, saying to him "Not bad" with that unchanging calm face.
"It's about time."
He raised his body tremblingly and kissed the cold tombstone.
"Xiao Yan, sorry for the wait."
When the people at the foot of the mountain waited for a long time for Chen Ke to come down, they went up to look for him and found him lying among the flowers, holding the tombstone, with a smile of happiness and expectation on his face.
…
Jian Ziyan returned to his consciousness space and listened to 419 counting points for him.
"This world has received a total of 5,600,000 forgiveness points, which have been converted into equivalent points. The current total points are 68,000,000."
"The harvest is not bad." Jian Ziyan rubbed his temples. "I'm a little tired. I'll take a two-day break. During this time, you can pick a good world for me. Do you not trust my strength or what? Bring me a world with more people."
419: "But, a world with more people means more people want you dead. Are you sure you can do it?"
"Since you asked me this, how can I say no!" Jian Ziyan was very ambitious. "You can pick whatever you want. If you die, it's my fault. It's just a point deduction, right? I can handle it!"
He showed off his huge family fortune, leaving 419 speechless.
"I understand." 419 said, "Just don't cry when the time comes."
Jian Ziyan didn't bother to pay attention to his childish provocation and turned around to play games.
This game lasted for five whole days. If 419 had not lost his patience, he would have forgotten what he was doing here.
"Games are a hindrance to my work! Games are a hindrance to my work!" Jian Ziyan said with regret, "Let's go and get some work done!"
…
This world is a BG world with the background of the Western Fantasy Continent. There are various races in this world. Although humans are the most numerous and the most powerful race, they can never and dare not unify the entire continent, because above the kingship, there is also the divine power.
Although no one has ever seen the gods, everyone firmly believes in the existence of gods. Among these gods, the God of Light is supreme, and the Temple of Light that serves the God of Light also has an extraordinary status on the continent. The most honorable person in the temple is the Son of Light.
The Son of God possesses the purest and most vast power of light. He is the spokesperson chosen by the God of Light and the most noble and pure person in the world.
And this Holy Son is exactly the one that Jian Ziyan is traveling to this time.
Although the original body was the Son of Light on the surface, he actually believed in no one. For the sake of profit, he even surrendered to the servants of the Dark God who were opposed to the God of Light - the Western monsters.
The Western monsters are against the God of Light, which means they are naturally against all the races on the entire continent who believe in the God of Light. The two sides have been at war for years and neither can do anything to the other.
For many years, the original body wandered between light and darkness, seeking benefits for himself, but still pretended to be compassionate and merciful. In fact, everything he did was for himself, even for his own selfish desires, he bullied men and women in secret, and then settled the matter with power and money.
It would have been difficult for him to be discovered given his status, but he met the hero of the original book, Havelot, the Paladin of the Temple of Light.
Havelot was raised in the temple since childhood and was a natural paladin. He was brave and fearless, loyal and humble, and as dazzling as the sun.
During a campaign against Western monsters that were destroying the village, he met the heroine of the original book, the necromancer Aya Beatrice.
The two people's identities, personalities, world views and habits are completely different, but after overcoming a series of difficulties and obstacles, they still fell in love.
Seeing this, Jian Ziyan couldn't help but sigh, even if it changed its shell, the melodramatic writing was still the melodramatic writing after all, this taste was right.
Originally, the love between these two people had nothing to do with the original body, but the heroine Aya Beatrice accidentally obtained the long-lost Heart of the World Tree during a routine ceremony to summon the dead, which shocked the entire continent.
It is rumored that the heart of the world tree is the heart of God. If you eat it, you can possess godhood and become one of the gods.
Therefore, the hero and heroine were chased countless times, and the original self was the most powerful and cruel one among them.
At the end of the story, the hero and heroine finally admitted that they loved each other, and together they defeated the original self, revealing the original self's ugly true face. The original self was punished for treason, and not only was he tortured, but after his death he was even trained by the heroine into a dead puppet, and would never be reborn.
After watching the entire plot, Jian Ziyan and 419 looked at each other in surprise.
Jian Ziyan: "Jiuzi, you really tried your best to prevent the protagonist from falling in love with me. You changed from BL novels to male-dominated novels, and now even romance novels have come out."
Although 419 didn't speak, Jian Ziyan could imagine its mental activities.
This time the person is not gay, let’s see how you, a vixen, can seduce others!
Jian Ziyan didn't bother with it and pointed out another more important matter: "Where is the Heart of the World Tree?"
419 quickly scanned it and was also a little confused: "...Maybe the author forgot while writing?"
Jian Ziyan said "oh" and flipped through the original book again, and found another blind spot: "Wait, as a novel with a Western fantasy background, there are even races like dwarves and titans, why are there no elves?"
Before 419 could answer, he saw it: "No, I missed it just now."
In the dense love story, there is only a casual explanation.
"'May the God of Light illuminate our way forward.' Havelot said solemnly, 'Be careful not to be cruelly killed and exterminated by the God of Darkness like the elves hundreds of years ago.'"
"I see..." Jian Ziyan touched his chin thoughtfully, "Okay, I know what to do with this world."
He picked up the keyboard: He was the last descendant of the elves. In order to survive and allow all races to reproduce, he was forced to disguise himself...
After the change, he went to see his appearance in this world as usual.
Holy. This was the first adjective that popped into Jian Ziyan's mind.
For such a person, facial features are no longer the standard for others to judge him, because everyone will definitely judge him at first sight.
I was attracted by his noble and holy temperament, just like an angel descending to the earth, the world was full of flowers, and golden hymns were floating in the air.
However, if it is someone with ulterior motives, this kind of temperament will be like a flower blooming on the edge of a cliff, tempting to pick, yet extremely dangerous.
419 waited for a long time, but Jian Ziyan didn't say anything. He wanted to conjure up a hand and wave it in front of him: "Host, what's wrong with you?"
There really isn't anyone who looks at himself stupidly!
Jian Ziyan came back to his senses in a trance and reflexively touched his nose to see if there was any nosebleed.
419:……
This is little bit of achievement.
Jian Ziyan: "Oh my god, this is indeed a Western fantasy world, with racial bonuses. It's simply a foul to look like this."
419: "Yes! Into! The World!"
Jian Ziyan: "Yes, yes, yes... Tsk, you are a machine and you don't know how to appreciate. You should get to a place with living people as soon as possible. I can't wait to walk sideways."
The world line fluctuation ended, the scenery in front of Jian Ziyan changed instantly, and noisy voices flooded into his ears.
In front of him was a huge altar with some golden mist rising up from the altar towards the clear blue sky.
This is a huge altar with white bricks at the feet. Only Jian Ziyan is on it. He is wearing a pure white robe, holding a staff, with soft black hair fluttering in the wind. He is muttering something in a low voice in front of the altar.
Under the altar, almost all the people in the city gathered here, and even many people from other races came to the human imperial city from their habitations just to participate in the annual festival of sacrifice to the gods.
On this day, the Holy Son will preside over the sacrifice to the God of Light, report to him the year's harvest and hard work, and listen to his instructions and teachings.
Jian Ziyan immediately knew which part of the story this was about.
He looked up at the sky carefully, and was thankful that the so-called God in this story had never appeared. Otherwise, he, a liar who dared to deceive the God of Light, would probably not survive the annual sacrifice.
He calmed himself and, with the help of his world consciousness, completely integrated himself with the character.
In the fanatical and reverent gazes of the crowd, the figure in the white robe was so holy, just like the incarnation of the God of Light on earth. He lightly tapped his staff, and golden light sprinkled on the earth, making people feel as if they were bathing in warm spring light, and they exclaimed in amazement one after another.
"This is the 'Glorious Heaven' that only the high priest can use. It is the most profound healing spell. Lord Saint can use it so easily, and the range is so wide!" Someone couldn't contain his excitement and knelt down on the spot, "Thank you Lord Saint!"
With one person taking the lead, the dark crowd knelt down one after another.
"Thank you, Master Saint!"
Wrapped in the light, a faint smile flashed across the Son of God's lips as he chanted a spell slowly.
Anyway, no matter what they say, the God of Light who is not sure whether he is still alive or not can't hear it, so it is better to do something else and not waste time.
Ever since he became the Son of God, he has spent every God's Day this way, and it seems to be working quite well.
However, this year's festival of worship is not destined to be so peaceful.
When everyone knelt down, the people who were still standing stood out. No one paid attention to them at first, but as they gradually got closer to the altar, they attracted more and more attention.
"Who are these two people? How can they be disrespectful to the Holy Son?"
"What are they going to do? Are they going to disturb the sacrifice?"
"Wait... that person seems to be the Paladin Commander of the Temple of Light!"
As more and more people recognized one of the two men, the voices of shock and uproar grew louder and louder, finally affecting the Son of God on the altar.
The Son of God stopped chanting and walked to the edge of the altar. The wind blew, and his white robe and black hair fluttered in the wind. Even though his face could not be seen clearly, his transcendent and holy temperament was deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.
"Who are you? Why are you disturbing the sacrifice?"
The Son of God's voice is very gentle, like warm spring water or a spring breeze. It does not bring any oppression to people, but has a sacred feeling that cannot be desecrated.
"Holy Son..."
The Paladin Leader Havelot had brilliant golden hair and blue eyes. His face, as handsome and dazzling as the sun, looked up at the lofty Son of God with an extremely complicated expression.
"Perhaps, I should call you Jane? Your real name. Because you are not worthy of the noble title of Lord Holy Son." Havelot said, "Your deception ends here. I am here to expose your true face."
His words caused a huge uproar.
The Son of God was not defeated by such a simple sentence. He was silent for a moment, his voice still gentle.
"Havilot, son of Lohaldir, the chief paladin who is supposed to protect me, why did you say such a ridiculous thing? Could it be that you have been bewitched by... darkness?"
As he said this, the Son of God slightly raised one arm, and under the shining holy light, the black robe of the person standing next to Havelot was instantly lifted up, and he let out a cry of pain.
When they saw the woman's face revealed, the people around them immediately stepped back in horror.
"Die...Necromancer!"
The young female necromancer had long curly smoky purple hair. Above her eyes, the same color as her hair, there was a faint mark of a skull emerging, which could not be hidden in the light.
This is the mark of a necromancer.
Seeing his identity exposed, the Necromancer did not retreat but sneered.
“Even if I practice necromancy, I am still a hundred times brighter than you! You are a villain who betrayed the God of Light and colluded with the Western monsters. You are not worthy of being the Son of the Temple of Light!”
As soon as these words came out, the discussions around them fell into silence.
Jane tightened her grip on the staff, and suddenly removed the concealing holy light, exposing her true appearance to the world.
Compared with other people on the continent, his facial features are softer. His unique black hair and black eyes bring a sense of mystery to his handsome face. Those charming eyes like the night stare at Havelot and the Necromancer with a convincing demeanor.
"Aya Beatrice, daughter of Jacqueline, you have fallen into darkness and are on the side of death. What gave you the courage to deceive the Holy Knight Commander and speak out on such an important day of the divine sacrifice?"
Just when everyone was shocked and didn't know which side to believe, suddenly there was a bright light from the altar, and a golden beam of light shot up into the sky, followed by a voice with supreme majesty that resounded between heaven and earth.
"You can't trust their words, so do you want to believe my words?"
Jane was stunned, and so were Havelot and Aya Beatrice. Everyone present was stunned by the sudden sound.
In the extremely dazzling light, a vague figure appeared in the sky.
"My name is the God of Light."
【Jian Ziyan: “Fuck!”
419: "Fuck!"
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The author has something to say:
Some of my favorite parts about kissing tombstones! Finally!
After some consideration, in order to make the difference between the styles of the worlds bigger, I decided to open the Western Fantasy world first, and the next one will be the Xianxia~
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