The ti ca to the afternoon of the day.
Beatrice stretched lazily and turned her head to look out the window:
"It’s so lively."
Qian, standing nearby, looked outside:
"This year’s Sleep Festival is more lively than we imagined."
Beatrice said:
"After all, there was just a Living Dead catastrophe."
The living dead and the undead are different, and they are even more different from the living.
They are neither fully dead nor fully alive.
Generally speaking, this state of living corpse has to last until the body is completely decayed before there’s a chance to beco an undead.
Otherwise, the soul is trapped in the rotting flesh, like being locked in a dark room, which is a form of torture to the soul to so extent.
However, the decaying living corpse is usually low-level.
For higher grade living corpses, like those archetypal ones, their bodies don’t decay.
If one ascends to the King of the Living Dead, they can even appear indistinct from a normal person at first glance.
This non-decaying state is basically like the soul being trapped inside the flesh, enduring eternal tornt.
From the soul’s perspective, this is undoubtedly an ultimate torture.
One could say that after killing the living dead, another challenge is whether the freed souls will beco resentful spirits, lingering on the land unwilling to dissipate.
The Church of Death and Sleep held a grand Sleep Festival this year because of this reason.
Consolation to the spirits of the deceased is very important to Tino City today.
It’s said that the Church of Death and Sleep plans to make this the top KPI for today.
So many living dead trapped in their bodies might give birth to enough resentful spirits to et a quarter’s KPI.
Therefore, this year’s Sleep Festival is much more lively than previous years.
"Let’s go, let’s join the festival together, I guess he must be waiting anxiously."
Beatrice took out a gem and tapped it.
Light flickered on the gem.
In an instant, she changed her hair color, and even her facial details slightly shifted.
Unlike the little swan who never went out to play before.
Many in Tino City rember Beatrice’s face.
If one wants to enjoy the festive atmosphere without being disturbed, a little disguise is indispensable.
Leaving the Minister of the Seal’s Office, the two quickly saw the carriage parked outside.
On the carriage, Louis waved to the two.
Before he could speak, the little swan poked her head out:
"Sister Wang, co up quickly!"
Beatrice showed a smile as expected.
The group headed towards Central Avenue.
But soon the coachman awkwardly inford them that they could go no further.
The crowd was just too nurous.
It could even be called a traffic jam.
At the pace of the carriage, progressing through the crowd might be slower than walking.
The group simply got off the carriage and walked the last stretch of the way.
By this ti, dusk was approaching.
The streets bustling with vehicles were filled with crowds in strange disguises.
They were wearing the traditional "Kassamba Masks" of the Church of Death and Sleep; Louis didn’t quite grasp their culture, likening it roughly to the exorcist plays from his previous life.
There were stalls offering free drinks along the streets.
So vendors who originally set up stalls in the comrcial streets, along with scattered stalls from all over Tino City, had gathered here today.
Beatrice saw a vendor selling colorful strings and went over to buy four.
"During the Sleep Festival, everyone usually wears colorful strings. It is said that family will be guided back to their loved ones by them."
She said this as she tied the string around the little swan’s wrist.
Qian and Lumi put theirs on themselves.
As for Louis, Beatrice personally put it on him and said seriously:
"Happy Festival!"
Louis took the last string and tied it on her:
"Happy Festival, Beatrice."
They navigated through the crowds.
Grilled skewer stall.
Dessert stall.
Graffiti art stall.
Handicraft stall.
...
Walking through the bustling and lively scene, this city carries the traces of all who’ve passed through.
——And possibly unforgettable mories of soone far from ho?
Ti passed slowly.
Before long, night fell.
All corners of the street, near the previously placed bonfire racks, were occupied by priests.
The surrounding crowd gradually dispersed.
As the bonfires were lit, the street reached its most boisterous mont.
Louis glanced at the ti, his gaze turned to Beatrice.
Seemingly sensing her lover’s gaze, Beatrice tilted her head to look at him inquisitively.
Louis smiled, his delicate finger resting on his lips:
"Shh, look up to the sky."
Beatrice curiously looked up.
Accompanied by the sound piercing through the clouds.
Fireworks exploded in the sky.
People instinctively raised their heads.
Then, one after another.
One after another, fireworks burst in the sky, adorning the entire city in a sea of fireworks.
These were fireworks that Louis had Mayer Comrce Association make.
On this day.
At the Sleep Festival.
Making their debut in this world.
Now it was January.
The leaves in Tino City had long fallen.
But the exploding fireworks turned into myriad stars and flowers, adorning every twig like clusters of vibrant blossoms.
The scene was reflected in Beatrice’s eyes, and she instinctively said:
"It’s so beautiful!"
With a gentle look, Louis gazed at her and also said:
"Yes, it’s truly beautiful!"
As the bonfires blazed, the night’s liveliness climbed to its peak with the festival.
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