Chapter 633: Mysterious Miracle (3)
If this speculation held, and the owner of the fog hadn’t chosen to abandon the blood core at that time, it might not have met its end. Regardless of the severity of its injuries, there was a substantial likelihood of revival.
However, this was only his guess based on the information he had.
The exact answer could only be known through subsequent verification.
At this moment, he clenched the blue ball of light in his hand and cast his gaze at the owner of the fog’s body which no longer showed any signs of life.
He took two steps forward and took the owner of the fog from Mu Qing.
One day later, in the depths of the snow forest 20 miles away from Former Days Supply Area.
Heavy snow fell, bending the nearby branches.
The surroundings reflected the dazzling stars in the sky.
The snow in the depths of the snow forest had been swept away, and the nearby trees had been cut down to clear a s.p.a.ce.
A stone tablet stood in the middle of the s.p.a.ce. The words “Owner of The Fog” were engraved on it.
Brother: Feng Qi
In front of the tombstone, the bonfire danced and swayed. Feng Qi broke branches and added them to the bonfire from time to time.
Mu Qing and Lu Yue stood not far behind him and looked at him quietly.
The branches crackled as the flames calcined them.
At this moment, all kinds of fruits and food were placed in front of the tombstone.
He had bought this food from the supply area to offer to the owner of the fog.
In the previous timeline, Fog had told him with a smile.
The Fog Race had a tradition that was very similar to humans.
That was to pay respects to the deceased ancestors and relatives and use food to worship them.
Fog also conveyed that death wasn’t a total dispersal; rather, being forgotten was.
They often paid respects to their perished clansmen and relatives so that they would not forget the traces of their existence. This way, their heroic spirits would not disappear and would always protect the growth of their race.
Other than that, there was another rule among the Fog Race.
Eat the tribute of the sacrificed.
There were two meanings to this.
- 1. After eating the food worshiped, one can obtain the protection of one’s deceased family and friends.
- 2. Sharing food with the deceased is a form of respect for them.
Therefore, every time after a sacrifice, the Fog Race would eat the tributes in big mouthfuls. The atmosphere was happy because they always believed that their dead clansmen still existed and only accompanied them in a different form.
They could not let the dead feel that they were being treated differently.
At this moment, Feng Qi took out paper money from his backpack and started to throw it into the bonfire.
“Fog, I apologize for this timeline. I’ll burn more paper money for you. Even though I’m unsure about the existence of the netherworld, it’s better to be prepared…”
As he muttered, he burned the paper money he had prepared to ashes.
Ashes danced and intertwined with white snowflakes. The atmosphere was a little solemn.
Looking at Feng Qi who was mumbling to himself, Mu Qing and Lu Yue, who were standing not far away, had serious expressions.
Although they had not experienced that timeline, they understood that Fog had sacrificed a lot for Feng Qi.
Three hours pa.s.sed.
As Mu Qing and Lu Yue were preparing to intervene and ask Feng Qi to leave, they witnessed him reaching out to grab the offerings placed in front of the owner of the fog’s tombstone and devouring them with a cheerful smile on his face.
Mu Qing and Lu Yue were speechless.
They, who did not know about the ritual of the Fog Race, were stunned.
In the sacrificial tradition of Star City, eating offerings was disrespectful to the dead, not to mention that Feng Qi was eating with a smile.
“They sure are… good friends…” Lu Yue, who had been silent all this while, said a few words.
“Perhaps this is a custom of the Fog Race… Anyway, Ah Qi must have been a good friend.” Mu Qing explained awkwardly.