Funeral: Intertwined Destinies

Main: Funeral (not dismantled or reversed) There may be a garden doctor, or some assistants (I love my friends) In this world full of weirdness and uneasiness, when the midnight bell rings, in the drizzle that overlooks people, their souls and even their bodies, there is a gray-haired boy wandering on the street holding an oil-paper umbrella. Looking carefully, there seemed to be someone standing next to him. The person's long white hair was floating freely in the air, his pale face looked so hazy in the rain, and his sapphire eyes were looking at the gray-haired boy. He smiled and said, "Aesop, whose turn is it next?" The gray-haired boy stopped and looked back at the man, then softly said, "Sir, he is next." The next moment, the sky turned blood red as if it had been torn apart, and a huge eyeball stared at Aesop and Joseph. The professionals who handled these things urged Aesop to leave, but Aesop just arranged his mask. In the next moment, the red oil-paper umbrella turned into a sickle with a cold light. Joseph also appeared next to him, the silver sunset sword shining in the red light, exuding an unsettling curse. "It's time to let him have a good rest, Aesop." "Well, let Him sleep in peace."