Celestial being

The old man got back on the carriage and shouted softly: "Get up..."

The gray bull beast immediately started to move on, and the sound of "squeaking, squeaking, squeaking" sounded.

"I'm lucky today. I caught a chicken for free. My brother is here to treat me, and my sister is here to eat the chicken..." The old man was obviously in a good mood as he drove back on the road, and the ballads he hummed became more cheerful.

At this moment, there was a sudden bump on the road. On the cart covered with straw mats, a hand suddenly dropped down and pulled down the old man's cloth robe.

The old man stretched out his hand and found that it was the young man's hand. The wrinkles on his face were squeezed deeper.

"Young child, you are already dead, so stop messing around..." The old man raised his hand and stuffed it back into the straw mat, grinning, showing his big teeth.

When he retracted his hand, the old man had another white jade ring in his hand. He weighed it in his hand. It seemed to be made of mutton-fat jade. It was quite thin. When it was put on the young man's white hand, the old man almost missed it. .

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At the end of the road, there is a gently rising slope with some sparse trees growing on it. From a distance, you can see a huge cemetery built on it.

The cemetery covers a large area. In addition to a tall garden gate built at the front, there are also side gates on the left and right wings.

Within the cemetery, there are round bulges like steamed buns scattered everywhere. Some have stone tablets standing in front of them, while others have a piece of pine board stuck in front of them, with names and surnames on them.

But most of them are nameless graves covered with weeds. Even if holes have collapsed, no one cares about them.

Outside the gate of the cemetery, there were two gatekeepers in blue robes standing. They were bored and chatting incessantly.

"I said, why are there so few corpse collectors recently? As a result, we two brothers have no money to make money." One of the square-faced men put his hands in his sleeves and couldn't help complaining.

"Who says it's not the case? I haven't had a sip of Scorpion wine for half a month. Your sister-in-law has complained several times, which makes me afraid to go back at night recently." Another man with a scar on his face rubbed it away Liu Liu's head said.

"Oh, there's nothing we can do about it. After all, the Kasi tribe intends to unite with several other tribes, which has led to fewer and fewer private fights recently. How many of the homeless people who died in Aoki City alone can be counted?" Square Face The man sighed and said.

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, they saw the cart coming on the road from a distance and heard the old man singing.

"Grandma, I really didn't say it without mentioning it. I just said it and it's here." The square-faced man's eyes lit up and he exclaimed in surprise.

"Your mouth seems to be open. It must have been blessed by Grandpa Youyu. Hehe, we will behave as usual in a while, I will find more faults." The scar-faced man smiled "hehe" and warned.

Hearing this, the square-faced man also laughed.

Not long after, the beast cart came close.

"Old Tobacco, how many did you transport this time?" the scar-faced man asked.

Old Yantai stopped the car, fixed the copper smoking pot, grinned with big white teeth, and said with a smile: "There are eight this time, all with beards and tails. There is no problem at all. Don't worry, you guys."

"Nothing at all, we have the final say, Batu, go and have a look." The scar-faced man glanced at the square-faced man and said.

The latter immediately understood, nodded, took out the scimitar from behind, and walked forward quickly.

"Uncle Hatu, let's collect some unburied corpses from the city and send them here to be buried. It's all out of the kindness of the clan and rewards are given. This is totally irrelevant. Why is there any difference?" Old Yantai said doubted.

"These are the rules just set by the cemetery. If you have any objections, please ask the superiors?" The scar-faced man was too lazy to explain.

The old smoker shrank his neck and stopped asking. He was used to it anyway.

The square-faced man used the tip of his knife to gently lift the straw mat, revealing all the neatly stacked corpses.

"It's all true, but it's not good for this dry and thin one." The scar-faced man glanced at it and immediately frowned.

He was not pretending to be difficult this time, he seemed to be really dissatisfied with the corpses sent.

"Why is there a white-skinned guy here? He doesn't look like a member of our Qingmu tribe. Old Yandai, have you learned how to fish in troubled waters?" The square-faced man saw the corpse floating on the river that was finally picked up by Lao Yandian at a glance, and also Then he frowned.

"Oh, you two gentlemen, I fished this out from the ditch in the city today. It doesn't matter whether it belongs to our tribe or not. As long as it is an unclaimed dead body in the city, I, the body collector, have the obligation to pull it over. Well." Old Yantai explained quickly.

"Okay, regardless of that, the price for sending corpses before was calculated at thirty copper coins per body. This time, the price will be calculated at twenty-five copper coins at most. In addition, this white-skinned guy is definitely not from our clan, no matter you Where did you get it? I can only give you ten copper coins at most. Are you okay with that?" The scar-faced man and the square-faced man looked at each other and raised their eyebrows.

"Bah, if I hadn't picked up this white skin this time, there would have been nothing to gain from this trip to deliver the corpse." The old smoker was stunned when he heard this, and secretly cursed in his heart.

But he thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it in his mouth.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. You can do as much as you want." Lao Yandai said with a grin.

After all, he has already searched for the "benefits" and is too lazy to worry about this small profit at this moment.

Seeing how good Old Yantai was, the square-faced man and the scarred-faced man looked at each other and were both happy. He was indeed a good man.

They immediately went back and called a few people to unload all the corpses and pull them back to the cemetery on a cart.

Seeing the back of the old man driving a cart and singing loudly away, the scar-faced man weighed the withheld copper coins and couldn't help but sigh: "Old Yantai is still an honest man, but if it were someone else, it would be a lot of trouble and a lot of waste of money." , he can add more when he comes again in the future.”

"Yes, you are a good man." The square-faced man also sighed with emotion.

Little did they know that Lao Yandou, who was driving a beast cart, had already planned to buy a house in the city and would no longer do the hard work of a corpse collector.

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In the cemetery, the cart pulling the corpse came to a bunker.

A middle-aged man who looked like a steward walked over with one hand behind his back, holding a white handkerchief with two fingers to cover his mouth and nose, and looking at the corpse on the cart with indifferent eyes.

"All of these skinny, stooped ones will be burned. The remaining ones are barely usable. Store them in the cellar first, waiting for the people from the Black Fire Gate to pick them up." The man in charge pointed his finger at the trolley. After a few clicks, he ordered.

"Here." The person carrying the corpse responded immediately.

After the man in charge finished his instructions, he turned around and walked a few steps, then turned back and said, "Those people in the Black Fire Sect are very selective. Clean them all up for me."

After the man in charge left, the eyes of the thick and strong men fell on the youngest among them, a young man with thick eyebrows whose skin color was much paler than theirs.

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