Number 13 Chiswick Street.

### Chapter 8: Descent!

The sky was barely light.

"Who was it? Who on earth did it?!"

Aunt Mary's furious scream came from the basement.

Then,

She stormed up the ramp,

And saw Dis dressed in his priestly robes.

"Father, I don't know who in hell messed with Mr. Moisan in the basement..."

"I performed a ritual for him."

"Oh, I see. Praise your mercy, may Mr. Moisan rest in peace."

Aunt Mary immediately began to pray.

Afterwards,

She returned to the workshop and quietly started to "touch up" Mr. Moisan's makeup.

It wasn't the first time a body brought to the house had been "disturbed." Her father-in-law had performed rituals for bodies several times, causing their makeup to get ruined.

But,

Since it was her father-in-law,

Aunt Mary dared not show any anger towards him—not in the slightest.

Last night, after Orpheus left the workshop, he had carefully placed Mr. Moisan's body back on the gurney, wiped away his own blood from the floor, and straightened Mr. Moisan's clothing. But the makeup... Orpheus didn't have the skill to fix that.

So, after cleaning up, he simply washed himself and went to bed.

When he woke up,

His cousin Lent, who shared a room with him, was already gone.

Orpheus sat up in bed, patting his forehead.

This body was indeed handsome, even from a man's perspective.

But it was just too weak.

In his past life, Orpheus, despite often staying up late and smoking, kept up with running and exercising. His physical condition was still quite decent.

"Looks like I'll have to start working out again."

After washing up, Orpheus went down to the second floor and saw milk and bread set on the table.

He poured a glass of milk, dipped the bread in it, ate two pieces, then gulped down the milk with crumbs floating in it. Orpheus tidied up his collar and cuffs before heading down to the first floor.

A phonograph was playing the piano piece "The Departed," one of the most frequently used songs in mourning halls in Roja City and the surrounding areas.

Orpheus stood by the phonograph; the first floor was already set up, appearing solemn and dignified.

Ron and Paul were placing the coffin on a small platform, Mina and Chris were busy lighting candles,

While cousin Lent was mopping the floor, cleaning up any potential footprints.

Aunt Mary sat in the corner drinking water, looking rather tired. Orpheus knew why she was tired—what had been finished last night had to be redone this morning, so it was naturally exhausting.

Aunt Winnie was holding a booklet, checking the inventory.

Everything in the house, except for the "flowers," was reused.

Even though the items were all used repeatedly, losing any of them would incur a significant cost to replace.

Grandfather stood by the small platform, watching Ron and Paul set the coffin.