Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 203 - 77: Returning to the Otherworld

The police cars from the Public Security Bureau and the ambulance from the hospital arrived belatedly.

In front of so many people, Fang Zheng had no excuse to escape after brazenly committing murder, and he was honestly brought before Zhou Ping.

"..."

Looking at Fang Zheng, Zhou Ping's expression was complicated. It was a long time before he spoke in a low voice:

"Thank you."

"No need." Fang Zheng's face was indifferent:

"I was avenging my Master."

"Yes." Zhou Ping sighed softly and continued:

"Brother Huo is abroad. I've called him, and even at the fastest, it will take him two days to return. Before he arrives, we'll guard the spirit."

Guo Ziran had a son, but he didn't follow in the path of martial arts. Instead, he was very interested in the field of medicine and pursued research.

Last year, he even settled abroad and hadn't returned for a long time.

"I'm afraid it won't work." Fang Zheng said:

"This time, I really killed someone."

"When have you ever faked it?" Zhou Ping chuckled softly, a bitter smile on his face, yet he did not intend to delve into the matter at this moment. Shaking his head, he said:

"It doesn't matter; Cao Wu has long been on the Public Security Bureau's wanted list. That driver is also on lists in several countries. Killing them is without guilt."

"Instead, it should be rewarded!"

Upon saying this, even Zhou Ping, who had always been upright and honest, revealed a look of resentment and murderous intent.

"Xiao Zhou."

As they spoke, an elder from the village walked over:

"The preparatory rites are complete; you should change into mourning clothes."

"Okay."

Zhou Ping turned to the side and nodded in agreement:

"Thank you, Uncle Wang."

"It's expected." Uncle Wang waved his hand:

"If there are people you need to inform, hurry and call them, so they can come for the funeral. Three days later is an auspicious day; we can conduct the burial then."

"Three days?" Zhou Ping frowned and said:

"Brother Huo is abroad, and I don't know if he can make it in three days."

"Hmm..." Uncle Wang thought it over and said:

"If three days isn't possible, then we can only wait until the seventh day. By now, a body would be decomposing after seven days; I'll arrange for an ice coffin."

"Thank you." Zhou Ping's voice choked, and he knelt heavily to the ground, bowing:

"These days, we trouble Uncle Wang."

"Get up, get up." Uncle Wang hurriedly reached out to support him:

"It's nothing. You should first put on your mourning clothes, Fang..."

"Fang Zheng." Fang Zheng nodded in acknowledgement:

"Uncle Wang can call me Xiao Fang."

"Fang Zheng." Facing Fang Zheng, Uncle Wang's expression was somewhat uneasy, as he had witnessed Fang Zheng's act of murder firsthand:

"You should also put on mourning clothes. If there's anything you don't understand later, just ask Xiao Zhou."

"Yes."

Fang Zheng agreed and also knelt down:

"Thank you, Uncle Wang."

"No, no." Uncle Wang quickly stepped aside to help him up:

"Get up quickly."

Funerals in the countryside are different from those in the city; they still maintain traditional customs. First is the preliminary rites, which involves cleansing the deceased, arranging their appearance, and dressing them in burial clothes.

This process needs to be done as soon as possible after the deceased's last breath; otherwise, after three or four hours, when the body stiffens, it will be necessary to forcibly manipulate the bones.

The lack of grace is secondary,

some people also see it as disrespectful to the deceased.

Typically, elders or even neighbors in the village perform these preliminary rites. During this time, the bereaved family should kneel and express their gratitude to their helpers.

After the preliminary rites comes the announcements of the death.

Notifying the deceased's relatives to come.

After the announcements, it's the arrival for mourning.

Upon hearing the news, the deceased's relatives come to pay their respects. In some places, they will bring Netherworld Paper, elegiac couplets, wreaths, and other items, while also inquiring about the situation.

During this period is the vigil keeping.

A mourning hall needs to be set up with incense, offerings, and photos of the deceased for those coming to mourn to pay respects.

There is also spirit guarding, the major rites, the funeral, the burial, and the seventh-day rituals...

In ancient times, mourning lasted for seven days, and only after the seventh day were the deceased buried. Now, the times have changed, and burials are typically done three to five days later.

Moreover, fireworks are set off the day before the burial.

For this reason, Zhou Ping mentioned that Guo Huo might not make it, not because he might not arrive in time for the burial, but because he wouldn't see Guo Ziran one last time.

There are specific businesses dealing with funerals.

Pay them,

and the mourning hall will soon be set up.

Zhou Ping led Fang Zheng to kneel at the side of the mourning hall.

As people came to the funeral, they would bow to them, then inform them of the deceased's passing and the date of the funeral for the convenience of adjusting work schedules.

"Grandfather!"

The weeping was moving; Fang Zheng looked up slightly, then lowered his head again.

Guo Erqiu had also come.

Guo Huo arrived faster than expected; the next day, he brought back his wife and a seven or eight-year-old boy.

"Zhou Ping."

Patting Zhou Ping on the shoulder, Guo Huo wore a bitter expression:

"I never expected..."

"No one could have expected such a thing." Zhou Ping shook his head and gestured toward Fang Zheng:

"Junior Brother Fang, you've only seen him in videos, never in person. This time, he's the one who killed Cao Wu to avenge the Master."

Beside him, Fang Zheng's expression shifted slightly.

Since the incident at Phoenix Head Mountain, it was the first time Zhou Ping addressed him as Junior Brother.

"Junior Brother Fang."

Emotion welled in Guo Huo's eyes as he prepared to kneel:

"Thank you!"

"No need." Fang Zheng put out a hand to stop him:

"Avenge the Master is only right."

"Yes."

Zhou Ping nodded:

"Let's not discuss this for now; the priority is to properly handle the Master's funeral. The deceased have passed... and the living must continue to live on."

Unlike the young, having reached his age, he had already become accustomed to life and death.

There was sorrow,

but no longer a fixation on the past.

"Yes."

Guo Huo nodded, suddenly overcome with grief. He knelt on the ground and cried out loud, even as his wife desperately pulled and coaxed him to no avail.

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Seven days later.

Everything had been settled smoothly.

People,

eventually have to face death.

It's enough to live sincerely while still alive.

Fang Zheng didn't know when he started harboring this thought.

Perhaps it was the passing of his parents in his youth, perhaps the quiet death of his girlfriend, or maybe the sudden murder of his Uncle Fang Jian.

Generally speaking, parents are a person's greatest shield against the Death God.