Chapter 520: Adding Wine and Relighting the Lamp to Restart the Banquet

Xianzhou 'Luo Fu'.

Jing Yuan, who was taking a nap in the afternoon, opened his slightly closed eyes and looked at another spectacular view in the universe.

"What a nice view."

The starlight of the stars traveled for a long time in space and fell on the cherry-colored petals, making the entire forest shimmer with a faint light, like a veil.

Looking at it from afar, one feels refreshed.

Although it was only through the screen, looking from afar, Jing Yuan felt as if he were already in it, with fragrant grass and falling flowers.

Thinking this way, he felt that the pressure he was under was much less.

The infighting and power struggles within the Xianzhou, and the unpredictable hearts from the outside.

At this moment, they were all buried by the cherry-colored sea of flowers and disappeared.

"'Night Cherry Blossoms of the Dead'? Interesting name."

He slowly raised his hand and picked off the fallen leaf on his forehead.

Holding the leaf stalk, Jing Yuan brought the fallen leaf to his eyes to look at the texture of the leaf veins.

"If there could be such a sea of flowers on the Xianzhou, the pain of life and death separation should be much less."

The audience looked at the file and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Why would there be a feeling of disgust toward the biological incinerator?

Does this sea of flowers have any direct connection with the biological incinerator?

"It's terrifying to think about, family, the biological incinerator must be used to burn biological corpses, and this forest is called 'Night Cherry Blossoms of the Dead'... the answer is self-evident."

"Under this sea of flowers, are they all the ashes of the dead? This method of body disposal is indeed environmentally friendly; after becoming an undead, you can still enjoy the cherry blossoms you fertilized."

"A bit of a hell joke, but the truth of the matter shouldn't be that simple."

"This sea of flowers is quite beautiful, can't anyone comment from the perspective of pure appreciation?"

"Heh, Dr. Bright said this is the world of the 'undead', what, do you want to wait until after 8 PM and have a banquet with a group of ghosts?"

"I think it's okay... maintaining self-awareness after death and holding a banquet with the living in the sea of flowers... what's the difference between such death and life?"

"The difference is that the 'Three Brothers of Death' can take you away at any time."

Of course, the audience's discussion was not limited to this.

Some also noticed two unfamiliar terms—'meme', 'memetic resistance agent'.

"What is a so-called 'meme'?"

"This thing is nothing new, it's just the basic unit of cultural transmission... its status in the spread and replacement of civilization such as language, concepts, beliefs, and behavioral patterns is similar to that of genes in the process of biological reproduction and evolution."

"In other words, during a specific period, this sea of flowers will force all existences present to want to attend the banquet, and the Foundation's drugs cannot prevent this thought from appearing?"

"This containment object is quite good, it feels like there is no threat."

"...'The world of the dead'."

At noon, the sun hung high in the sky.

Dr. Bright's words, like a breeze from the underworld, passed through the forest of night cherry blossoms.

Lynx shivered subconsciously, and then repeated in a low voice:

"The world of the dead?"

Lynx tilted her head, showing the expression a child of her age should have.

Here, she didn't see any undead.

The trunks of the cherry trees were covered with moss, and small paths paved with pebbles wound through the woods.

The breeze blew, and pink snowflakes fell, landing on the girl's hair and shoulders.

The entire forest was beautiful and quiet, without a trace of the existence of the undead.

Why would Dr. Bright say that?

Having lived in Belobog since she was a child, Lynx naturally knew many urban legends circulating in the streets and alleys.

For example.

In an empty alley.

An old grandfather asked a passerby to bring a family letter to his son, a Silvermane Guard on the front line.

After the letter was delivered, it was learned that the old man had passed away for many years.

There are many similar stories, and there are many witnesses.

As a member of the Landau family, Lynx naturally knew. ===== CHAPTER 522 =====