bloodnovel Chapter 515 - 286: The Urns of Father and Mother, Three Years Forgotten (Part 2)
Chapter 515 - 286: The Urns of Father and Mother, Three Years Forgotten (Part 2)
"But can the leaves of today still find the companions of that time?"
"When they fell withered, did they promise to meet again next year?"
Bai Mo smacked his lips.
Just as he was about to have his apprentice drive away, he heard the "whoosh" of wind breaking, and a taller car drove over from afar.
"Ying ying ying!"
Overalls jumped off the car, spread his front paws, and looked up with a smile at his master.
"Ao ao ao!"
Small and Big Eyes and Butterfly Knot also jumped out, spread their front paws, and looked at their master!
"This... this car, did you guys come up with this?"
Bai Mo looked at the newly arrived car and saw traces of potion welding on it, clearly just modified.
The crucial thing about this car... it’s a double-decker, with the second floor in the cabin!
Bai Mo grinned, his shape flickered, and he sat inside the second floor of the new car.
The second floor still held the smell of welding potion, spacious with sofas and tables, and three large windows that could open to let tree branches in.
This was specially designed by his apprentices, a car dedicated to researching various tree branches!
...
Swish...
The business car blocked the autumn wind on the road, heading towards the third funeral home in West State City.
Committee Member Gu Lin in the front row had a slightly apologetic tone.
"It was indeed our oversight in work.
"We actually forgot to protect your parents’ urns."
In the back row, Bai Mo held his apprentice Chongchong Fox, feeling a bit awkward.
"No worries, we’re going to pick them up now, right?"
You can’t blame the Committee for not caring... In fact, he himself had forgotten about it.
Wu Qingyun sat beside him, expressionless.
Fang Xiaoyu sat in the back, looking at the documents on her phone, full of surprise.
"Is it really that creepy?"
Recently, in Beihai City and Noon City, incidents of stolen urns belonging to family members of Immortal Technique Committee members have occurred. Immortal Technique Masters on the Dark Side then use these urns as a medium to curse the committee members!
Bai Mo was not afraid of curses, but his parents’ urns were still stored in the funeral home.
Back then, when the two had a car accident, Bai Mo was too young to handle it. The family had little money, so they didn’t buy a burial plot and left them in the funeral home. Nowadays, the Immortal Committee arranges burial plots uniformly, ensuring protection and management, which makes future visits much more convenient. When you think about it, it’s quite good.
...
Swish!
The business car stopped in the courtyard of the funeral home.
Committee Member Gu Lin and Bai Mo’s party, after getting off the car, stepped on the heavy concrete ground and entered the funeral home building.
After explaining the situation to the management, identifying themselves, and presenting documents, the chubby aunt responsible for storing the urns led Bai Mo and others to go through the procedures.
Her expression was quite strange.
"Oh dear, you really don’t need to take them away.
"We also have incense and offerings here!"
Bai Mo, with his apprentice on his shoulder, had an odd expression.
What does this chubby aunt mean?
She’s unwilling to part with them?
Has she formed an attachment?
Fang Xiaoyu nudged his arm, showing him the phone, surprisingly displaying a weird post from a weird forum.
[Urns stored in the third funeral home, becoming neighbors with Expert Bai Mo’s parents, make the cost a bit high, but it feels worth it...]
[Cannot befriend Expert Bai Mo, then wait till you go, make friends with his parents, build a relationship with the elders, and later ask them to give him dreams, look after childhood companions]
[I’ve already thought it over, when the time comes, have my son burn more paper for me, and I’ll help him with connections]
Bai Mo’s expression froze, utterly astonished!
Throughout the years, he has seen a lot of ups and downs, but such a jaw-dropping event was indeed a first encounter!
No wonder the chubby aunt was reluctant to let them take the urns.
"Sigh."
...
Gah...
Everyone walked into the storage room, seeing it was clearly bright and neat, yet it exuded a sense of eeriness and solemnity.
The ceiling’s bright light cast a glow on the golden rows of cabinets.
The last time Bai Mo was here was a year ago on the day of remembrance.
But every time he entered here, the scene he recalled was his first visit.
The cold memories surfaced like a reflection, slightly faded, yet scarily clear in outline.
His face turned ghostly pale.
Suddenly he realized, perhaps it wasn’t forgotten... In the Immortal Technique Era, the significance of ashes becomes even greater, not just a kind of remembrance, which he certainly understands.
Only his subconscious was protecting him, forbidding him from recalling his parents.
Chongchong Fox looked at his master, wrapping its tail around his neck, its head pressed against his.
"Ao."
Fang Xiaoyu reached out, holding Bai Mo’s hand.
"It’s alright, Expert Bai Mo."
Committee Member Gu Lin turned back, patting Bai Mo’s arm.
The chubby aunt arrived, with no strange expression on her face, walked with small strides, and deftly went to the position where Bai Mo’s parents were stored.
Swish...
The box opened.
She was about to call Bai Mo over but suddenly shivered, "thump," and fell to the ground.
"Not... not... it’s gone..."
Her face turned ghostly pale.
She raised her arm, opened another box below, and saw it was equally empty inside.
"This one also... not... gone..."
Her face turned ghostly pale, tears streaming down her chubby face, she was both frightened and scared, crying out.
Committee Member Gu Lin stepped forward, his eyes wide in anger!
"What do you mean?
"If you dare act recklessly, there will be no good outcome for you!
"We can overlook your previous deeds!
"But if you make trouble again, we’ll reckon both old and new accounts together!"
The funeral home leaders arrived after hearing the commotion.
The chubby aunt cried with a face full of redness.
Bai Mo faced ghostly pale, a mix of feelings in his heart, indescribable.
He gently closed his eyes, feeling Chongchong Fox clutching his shoulder tighter. He also felt Fang Xiaoyu’s hand gripping more firmly.