Powerful gong x favored-by-heaven shou.
What I fear most is being completely forgotten. If I am forgotten, it means I truly no longer exist. I dedicate this story to those who have passed away.
12.25
Blurb:
Physical death is the first death for a human being. Physical death is the first death for a human being.
When the living forget you, that means the second death.
Whether by choice or not, when memories grow hazy, the souls that are gradually forgotten will fade away.
Doesn't that sound terrifying?
Don't worry. Mr. Bai of the memorial hall can help you change that. All you have to do is work for him for a few years.
Hey, what are you doing? You're already dead, and you still care what kind of work you get?
You won't even feel tired...
(Actually, it's unpaid work! Cross out the words in parentheses. We can't say that.)
Once, Luo Ze thought Bai Zhu was heartless, unfeeling, and cold-blooded. Later, he thought Bai Zhu lived for world peace. Then Bai Zhu himself said:
"I'm just a bastard who puts his own interests first."
"So you're never going to let that go, huh?"
"Yeah. I hold grudges. I even write them down in a little notebook."
"..."
Broom... A bookish broom