Chiayi was one of the Qianyan Army soldiers who died on the battlefield.
While fighting against the whirlpool demon Osel, he was pierced through the chest by the horn of the landed sea monster. Although he narrowly avoided his heart, it still caused irreparable massive bleeding, and eventually he died of multiple organ failure.
Even on his deathbed, Chiayi was still chanting his daughter Xiaoliu’s name.
After a long period of ineffective rescue, the doctor from the General Affairs Department placed his body on a straw mat at the entrance of the Hall of Rebirth, covered his face with a white cloth, and hurried back to the dock to treat the next injured person.
But Chiayi just felt like he had had a long dream.
He dreamed that he was flying leisurely into the sky of Liyue Port, with terrifying flames blocking his way, and a blazing wind blowing on his face. Under him were weeds and rocks that were scorched yellow due to the high temperature. Even Tianheng Mountain
They were all dyed bloody red.
Until the crimson gun blade fell from the sky, setting off scorching dust and air currents, which continued to circulate and spread. Lava spewed out of the cracked earth veins and rushed towards the Liyue Port where he was born.
"No! Run!"
Chiayi shouted loudly, trying to dissuade his Qianyan Army colleagues who were still alive from evacuating, but no one could hear his cry.
The sky full of volcanic debris forms high-temperature smoke and dust shimmering from thunderstorms, gradually occupying Chiayi's sight.
When he came to his senses again, he had inexplicably appeared in a place he had never seen before.
He was standing in front of a dead tree that reached the sky. There was golden light like the setting sun in the sky, surrounded by smoke and clouds, overlapping mountains, and several endless cable bridges spanning both banks of the Yun River. The banks were full of red flowers.
Colorful flowers.
"This is...the boundary between life and death..."
As the patrol guard of Feiyun Slope and Feiyun Chamber of Commerce, Chiayi has naturally heard many strange words made by the master of the Hall of the Past during his sales.
The story of the place where life and death meet was once made into a ballad by Hu Tao and sung in the deserted alleys.
From a distance, Chiayi heard the weak chanting of the dead souls, flowing slowly from the invisible throat, as light as the red yarn woven with neon flowers, wrapped in blood that cannot be washed away by spring water and acacia.
"It turns out I'm already dead..."
Jiayi murmured and raised his transparent hands.
He has lost his entity and turned into an illusory existence similar to the stranded soul.
The coquettish red flower blooms at the feet of Chiayi, quickly extending its path forward, and at the end of the sea of flowers is a warm glow that Chiayi has never experienced in this life.
At the end of the sea of flowers is the other shore; after crossing the intersection, you will enter the afterlife.
Chiayi staggered towards the other shore, his shoes running over the blooming flowers. The border land seemed like a broken bronze mirror, dim and scattered. There were still many souls unwilling to step into the other shore in the narrow gaps of the earth's veins. p>
And right above the boundary between life and death, a thin figure was returning to Qingce Village along the Wuwangpo path.
It was clear that the sky was still clear outside Shimen, but after stepping into Wuwangpo, the sky quickly darkened, and gray mist filled the air, accompanied by pattering rain.
Everything became blurry and difficult to distinguish. There was also a slight sob hidden in the sound of rain hitting the leaves.
"Dad, I'm here to find you."
"I know, you are waiting for me at Liyue Port..."
The child walking among the pine forests of Wuwangpo is none other than Xiaoliu, the daughter that Chiayi misses day and night.
At this moment, the little girl is lying next to the mossy rock wall, breathing heavily.
Originally, the people of Qingce Village all evacuated to Shimen under the command of Chief Ruoxin.
But Xiaoliu overheard Uncle Jiang Xue mentioning that Liyue Port was invaded by foreign troops and suffered heavy losses. He also saw the crashed Qun Yu Pavilion and the sky full of fire in the south of Shimen. He immediately decided to leave the fleeing team and go
Looking for his father in Liyue Port.
"The Sea Lantern Festival is coming soon. I heard that making wishes to the sky lanterns will come true."
"Xiao Liu, do you have any wishes that you want to realize?"
A few days ago, a playmate from Qingcezhuang's neighbor asked Xiaoliu.
"It won't come true, and I won't make a wish. No matter how much I wish, my father will never come back to see me." At that time, Xiaoliu looked at the stars in the sky and seemed to be saying to himself: "I want to go to Liyue."
Hong Kong to find dad."
"But we have never been to Liyue Port, and we don't know how to get there."
"Dad said that Liyue Port is in the south, so just go south..."
The words of the past were still fresh in his mind, but Xiaoliu's body obviously couldn't bear the intense exercise in a short period of time. Rainwater mixed with tears dripped into the mud, soaking into the very deep veins of the earth.
At this moment, Jiayi, who was confused, felt inexplicable heartache. A drop of cool rain fell from the end of his eyebrows to the corners of his eyes, and then fell down his cheeks.
He stopped moving forward and stopped on the barren land. He raised his head in confusion and looked above his head. All he could see was the desolation after dusk.
"Xiao Liu..."
Chiayi suddenly read out his daughter's name. At this time, the blooming Bianhuahua behind him suddenly withered, gradually forming another completely opposite path.
At the end of the road, flames with a strong atmosphere of war lay on the dead tree, gnawing at its last branches with scorching heat.
In the image projected by the flames, Xiaoliu kept running forward despite the heavy rain.
Chiayi's cloudy eyes regained clarity for a short time, turned around without hesitation, and rushed into the blazing flames like a moth to a flame.
What occupied the field of vision was endless violent light, and then Chiayi suddenly walked out of the flames and stepped onto the soft and moist pine needle land of Wuwangpo.
Wearing a Munata-style toga, he was rekindled amidst the flames and ashes.
"Xiao Liu!"
Not caring about his robe that was soaked by the rain, and not having time to think about the truth about resurrection, the first word Jiayi said was his daughter's nickname.
The thin figure gradually appeared behind the grass, his face covered with tears and rain, but his eyes were full of shock.
"Dad...Dad!"
Xiaoliu rushed over, threw herself into Jiayi's arms, and cried loudly. At first, she was complaining, but after a while, the only sound was sobbing.
Jiayi held the crying daughter in his arms and did not move for a long time. After his daughter's voice gradually weakened, he picked her up and gently stroked his daughter's head that was wet by the rain.
Neither one nor the other noticed that in the mist behind them, countless colleagues who had been lost in the war slowly walked out.
In a secret factory in the corner of Tianheng Mountain, the soldiers of the Pioneer Army of Fools who were killed in the attack on Qunyu Pavilion will be cremated in the secret factory underground and taken back to the Winter Kingdom for burial on a selected day.
"I would say that according to Liyue customs, just bury it in the ground. Burning it and taking it back is a waste of winter resources."
"I really don't know what the young master is thinking."
Zahar, the water gun heavy guard who jumped into the furnace and lowered his head to clean up the ashes of his colleagues, was complaining constantly.
A fellow superior was killed in battle, and he, who was originally just an ordinary soldier, was quickly promoted to captain. If it weren't for the Lord's order, he would not have done such a hard thing to please the dead.
Mouthing words that were disrespectful to the deceased, Zahar suddenly felt abnormal fire flashing above his head. He raised his head, but was frightened by the people who appeared in front of him and backed away.
"Captain Romansky?! Captain Yakov, Inspector Dariel... aren't you dead? I just finished burning..."
Zahar almost lost his grip on the brush in his hand, and the bucket containing the ashes tilted slightly, spilling some on the ground.
The Yanzhao guerrillas guarding outside the furnace heard the noise and entered the cremation workshop holding the scepter. Their eyes widened under the pale mask in disbelief.
"Your Majesty...I've really seen a ghost..."
The first thing the captain known as Romansky did after he was rekindled was to grab the collar of Zahar in front of him and roar like an angry lion:
"Zahar, you cowardly and despicable hyena, where were you hiding when you attacked Qunyu Pavilion!?"
"No, no, no...Captain, I can explain..."
The sound of slaps colliding with cheeks was heard, accompanied by horrified shouts. The research factory established by the doctor had never been so lively.
But in a corner that no one paid attention to, a debt processor named Javert also resurrected in ashes. However, he just glanced at the noisy crowd and chose to hide himself and escape through the factory's secret door.<