Chapter 272

"No, at least I should have heard of it... but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, so I forgot a lot."

Flillian tilted her head, "Xin Meier seemed to have mentioned it to me once, I remember it was called... what was it called?"

As they spoke, several people had already walked out of the hotel.

Although it was night, the streets at this moment seemed brighter than during the day, with many small lights emitting warm tones hung on buildings or directly held by pedestrians.

Looking at the small lights of all sizes, Jian showed a look of realization.

"Oh, it turns out to be the Night of Returning Souls."

"Does Lord Jian know anything about it?"

Because he couldn't get any useful information from Fulillian, Philen turned to look at Jian.

"Well, let me think about it... How should I explain it?"

After sorting out the information in his memory, Jian slowly said: "People in this area generally believe that people will go to heaven after death, and will come back to see it tonight every year. This is the so-called Return of the Soul Night."

"People will hold a very lively celebration tonight, not only to welcome the returning family and friends, but also to prove to the dead that they are living happily and happily, so that the dead who live in heaven but still care about the living can feel at ease."

As he said, Jian pointed to the small lights that can be seen everywhere.

"Those are sky lanterns, used to guide the dead, in case the dead from heaven can't find their way home. It's a major feature of the Night of Returning Souls. People will start making them a few days before the Night of Returning Souls, until such sky lanterns can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of the town. I only remembered it when I saw the sky lanterns."

Festivals to commemorate deceased relatives can be seen in any world... For example, the Zhongyuan Festival in China is called the Obon Festival in Japan, and there are Halloween, the Day of the Dead, etc. Although there are some big or small differences, there are indeed people who worship the dead on such festivals, and there are also legends that the souls of the deceased will return to the world on this day.

"Hey! Hugh Tark."

At this time, a man walked towards Jian and others and waved to Hugh Tark.

Jian recognized that the other party was the tavern owner.

"Eh? Uncle Wheeler? Why are you here?"

"Haha! Thank you for today. You really helped me a lot. If I were alone, I would be so tired that I couldn't even stand up straight now. I was just passing by."

The uncle named Wheeler smiled kindly, "You should be outsiders who came here today, right? Why? Is this your first time to celebrate the Soul Resurrection Night? Do you need a local guide or something?"

"Really? Is it too much trouble for you?"

"Hey! What's the trouble? If my wife was here, she would support me to do this."

While saying this, Wheeler also put his arm around Hugh Tark's shoulders in a familiar way.

With his back to Ash and others, Wheeler whispered: "Then... Hugh Tark, tell me first, which of the three beautiful girls behind you is your girlfriend?"

"What...!"

Hugh Tark was immediately upset.

"Oh, you're still shy, you're really young, uncle, I used to be like you..."

"I'm not shy, uncle, you misunderstood..."

These two people didn't really think that they spoke softly and no one else could hear them, right?

Zhan narrowed his eyes, speechless.

However, Uncle Wheeler was right, it was indeed much more convenient to have a local guide.

Willer asked Zhan and others if there was anywhere they wanted to go?

"I want to eat something good."

Flillian gave this answer.

"Because I haven't eaten anything decent for a long time during the trip."

Hugh Tark frowned, thinking of the bread that would make a "clang" sound when it fell on the plate.

"Sure enough, eating is more important."

Zhan nodded in agreement.

After that, Wheeler took them to a place with many shops.

Uncle Wheeler recommended several shops to them, the food they sold was quite good and tasted great, and won unanimous praise from Zhan and others.

The streets were very lively, even more lively than during the day, and there was even a risk of getting lost if you were not careful while walking in the crowd.

What was more interesting was that it seemed that every once in a while, you would see an acquaintance who knew Hugh Tark, who would come to talk to him or express his gratitude.

"Isn't Hugh Tark too popular?"

I don't know what kind of emotion she was holding, Fulilian said so.

However, Hugh Tark was not aware of it, and said with confusion in his eyes: "No? I think it's quite ordinary, but everyone really takes care of me."

"Lord Hugh Tark should not have stayed outside for too long."

Philen frowned slightly, and his eyes swept across the kind smiles on the faces of the people around him, very puzzled, "Why does it feel like everyone in the town knows Lord Hugh Tark? How did he get so close to everyone in the city in such a short time?"

"Even the snacks you got today, Philen, were given to Hugh Tark by others."

Ash reminded Philen.

"Yes, and today's snack... Lord Xutark, where did you get that thing in your hand?"

When Philen turned his head to look at Xutark, he saw Xutark holding a piece of meat pie wrapped in paper in both hands and eating it happily.

"You're talking about this. When I passed by Uncle Feru's shop just now, he suddenly thrust this into my hand, saying he wanted to thank me for my bravery during the day...it tastes quite good, do you want to try it?"

Who is Uncle Feilu... Such a question suddenly popped up in several people's minds.

"...No, Sir Hughtark, you can eat it yourself."

"Oh, then I'll eat it myself."

Not far away, someone was telling a story, and some children were surrounding the storyteller, listening happily.

Fearon pointed over there and said, "It seems to be telling the story of Lord Simmel over there."

I saw that the storyteller was telling the story of Simmel slaying a thousand-meter-long giant snake with one sword.

“Have we ever done anything this amazing?”

Ash turned to look at Fulilian.

Fearon said expressionlessly: "Isn't that too ridiculous?"

Fulilian said speechlessly: "It's obviously only ten meters long, so why does it become a thousand meters long after passing on?"

470

Chapter 470: People will die three times.

It was already late at night, but the town was still brightly lit and very lively.

People on the other side of the square gathered around the statue of Simmel. The storyteller would tell the story of the brave Simmel and his party. Although it sounded a bit exaggerated to the others, the children were very happy to hear it.

The streets illuminated by orange lights are filled with the aroma of food. For people who want to lose weight, it can almost be described as "hell", right? There were people drinking and eating meat, and the unrestrained noise made this place particularly lively.

Children who would have been asked to go to bed early by their parents would also gather together and play happily. Perhaps it is because the adults also want to let their relatives and friends who have returned from heaven see the bright smiles of the children.

This is probably the scene Simmel wants to see, right?

It was precisely because she had seen with her own eyes the scenes before the Demon King was defeated that Fulilian could feel so deeply at this moment...

"We really saved the world, Simmel."

"What are you feeling about when you are minding your own business? Fulian."

A gentle voice sounded behind Fulilian, and even if she didn't look back, Fulilian knew who the owner of the voice was.

"I thought I heard Simmel's name just now. You are missing Simmel again."

Holding an apple, Ash slowly walked up to Fulilian. From this angle, she could clearly see the statue of Simmel not far away, "Speaking of which, you didn't seem to be interested in this kind of festival before. Very interesting... Is this also a change caused by Simmel? "

"Probably, who knows?"

Florian shrugged.

Fulian not only heard about the Night of Return, but also experienced it herself.

However, when Fearon asked for information about the Night of Resurrection, Fulian's answer was "I don't know much about it" because she didn't really care.

"In my opinion, this kind of festival is really stupid."

Fulilian's tone of voice was a bit cold and ruthless, "The reason why death is terrible is because it is irreversible. Death is death, and it completely separates from 'life'."

"Before I met Simmel and the others, I always thought that people would return to nothingness after death... Until thousands of years ago, this view was still the mainstream. Although more and more people began to believe in the existence of heaven, I had always doubted the existence of the Kingdom of Heaven at that time... Over the years, no one has ever observed the existence of the soul, and there has never been anything that can prove the existence of the Kingdom of Heaven.”

"So, it is impossible for the dead to come back. Even if they try their best to prove to the dead that they are living a good life, those who have already died cannot see that such a festival is really meaningless... at least That’s how it looked to me at that time.”

While saying these words, Fulian kept looking at the statue of Simmel, as if talking to herself.

Behind her, Qi just listened quietly from beginning to end, being a patient listener, with a smile as gentle as a stream flowing in the mountains.

"Perhaps as you said, no matter how hard they try to make themselves happy, their children, and their relatives happy, their smiles cannot be seen by those who have passed away."

Lowering his eyes and smiling, Ai's eyes as blue as lake water had ripples in them.

"But these are definitely not meaningless."

"Do you know? Fulilian, in my opinion, people will die three times in this world... The first time is the end of life. The organs of the body gradually lose their function, the heart stops beating, breathing stops, and the brain stops. Operation, this is also what people generally think of as 'death'...but in my eyes, it is not really 'death'."

"The second death was the moment when he was recognized as dead by the whole world. Because humans are social creatures, humans need to rely on interaction and connection to define and anchor themselves so that they will not get lost. The relationship between people Contact builds a complex network of relationships. When someone from this The moment he broke away from the net was his second death... But until here, that person still has not really died, because he left traces in this world, his thoughts, his actions, and his contributions He is still remembered, and he is still alive in people’s memories.”

"And the third death is the oblivion of existence... All traces of this person in this world are erased, no one remembers him anymore, his thoughts, his actions, his contributions are no longer mentioned, as if he had never appeared in this world, nothing or anyone can prove that he ever existed... Until then, he was completely dead."

"Fulilian, the passing of life is terrible, but being completely forgotten by the world is even more unacceptable, fear and sorrow will not exist, only endless emptiness... Neither the forgotten nor the forgotten will accept that kind of emptiness."

"Perhaps this is the meaning of the Night of Returning Souls... People need such a day, a festival that can remind themselves not to forget someone who is very important to them. Even if reality drives people to keep their heads up and keep moving forward, people still need such a day to remove their strong disguises and expose their vulnerable side, so that they can immerse themselves in memories."

Listening to Ash's words, Fulilian remembered some things that happened in the past...

At that time, they had just defeated a ferocious monster and saved a child.

Xin Meier knelt in front of the frightened child, stroking his head and soothing him gently.

"You are safe now, go back to the village quickly, and remember not to sneak out again next time."

Xin Meier did not look away until he saw the child running into the village with his own eyes.

"You have been doing such little things all the time, is it really meaningful, Xin Meier?"

Haita was not talking about defeating the monster, but Xin Meier's behavior of soothing the child with a gentle voice just now.

As a group of heroes, it is necessary to defeat monsters and save others, but no one should require heroes to be able to soothe people's hearts, right?

"What are you talking about, Haita."

Xin Meier smiled and looked at Haita, "As a hero, you must make everyone feel at ease, right?"

"Anyone can say that kind of empty truth."

Haita was completely unmoved, "I want to hear other reasons."

"Other reasons..."

Xin Meier scratched his head, showing a distressed expression, and after a period of silence, he smiled bitterly and opened his mouth.

"I just think... as long as I work hard enough and leave enough traces in this world, then I won't be forgotten so easily?"

When Xin Meier said this, where were his eyes as clear as the blue sky looking at?

It seemed... he was looking at the sky far away?

It seemed... he was looking at Fulilian?

I don't remember...

'Xin Meier, you left so many statues in this world... Are you afraid of being forgotten? '

Fulilian couldn't help but think so.

Also, the village called Skol they passed by before, there was a great magic that forced people to dream, but the villagers living there did not feel fear but expectation for this great magic, and regarded it as a festival.

Why? Isn't it because on that night, people can see people who have died or will never have the chance to see them in reality?

Even if they know it is an empty dream, there are still so many people flocking to it.

Even if they still have to work hard for life after returning to reality, they still look forward to the satisfaction of that night.

All the things that you have experienced together, even many details that you have forgotten, can be reproduced in the dream... This is the most attractive part of the Dream Soul Festival.