Farewell: When the Ashes Burn Out

"What we are cultivating is not to cultivate appearance, but to give living people a reason for reconciliation." Lu Li's job is to put makeup on dead people. But what he really did was say the unfinished last words for the deceased. In this age of digital immortality, the corpses of the poor have become fuel for capital. The rich can spend money to delete their memories, but the poor desperately want to keep even a second of looking back after death. Lu Li had no system in his hands, only a judge's pen and a hand full of embalming fluid. When heavy rains wash away the city's foundations, revealing mass graves that have been buried for seventy years; When the holographic projection of the "filial son and virtuous grandson" reads a false eulogy at the funeral; When the ashes are ground into diamonds and worn on the murderer's collar... Lu Li stood at the door of the morgue, with countless dead souls staring at him behind him. "The rule here is," he wiped the blood from his fingertips, "the one who cannot be burned is considered alive."