Chapter 1 Borrowing Brains

It rained heavily.

Next to the low bushes, two men wearing straw raincoats were digging a hole.

The dug up soil was blown out along the shovel and thrown into the mud pit on the side, splashing water all over the sky.

"Uncle San, it's almost done."

Chen Luo stopped, stuck the shovel hard into the soil, put his other hand on the shovel handle, and spoke to the older man next to him.

Uncle San also stopped what he was doing. In just a short while, a lot of water had accumulated in the mud pit they had just dug.

"Bury it."

Uncle San glanced at the row of straw mats covered with yellow mud at his feet.

This was a group of corpses whose names were unknown, and no one knew who killed them. In order to prevent the spread of the disease, the government asked the uncle and nephew to come and deal with it.

This is their profession.

The corpse collector.

To put it bluntly, it is a menial task to whitewash the government and underworld organizations.

Chen Luo didn't want to live this kind of life either. When he came here, he never thought that he would do this kind of work of digging holes and burying people.

But people have to live!

This world is very strange.

There was chaos outside, and it was not the dynasty he was familiar with. There were also some swindlers at night, and he could lose his head at any time. In order to survive and have a full meal, he took refuge with his third uncle in the city and lived a life that the villagers envied. It was also from that time that he started digging pits to bury the bodies, and he did it for three years.

After this year, he will be twenty!

"good."

Chen Luo grabbed the straw mat next to him with one hand and moved the person into the mud pit.

If it were anyone else, they would have kicked the body down with one kick, but Chen Luo wouldn't do that. Neither would his uncle, who taught him.

Uncle San said that this is the rule of the corpse collector.

Respect every deceased person.

Chen Luo learned it and remembered it. He didn't know why his uncle asked him to do this, but there must be a reason. Every profession has its own wisdom. Chen Luo didn't think that he had traveled through time and space, and the knowledge in his head was more useful than the experience summarized by others for generations.

The first body was put down and soon mixed with the mud and water.

The rainstorm was so heavy that the turbid water submerged the bodies. Fortunately, these were nameless wanderers, and the bodies were not intact, so they did not care about them.

Just bury it.

After putting down the first body, Chen Luo climbed up again to carry the second body.

Uncle San was watching from the side, paying attention to Chen Luo's every move, and giving him advice from time to time.

Collecting corpses is not an easy job.

There is no need to worry about beggars who died of old age, but these jianghu people are different. Most of them died in revenge killings, and some of them were poisoned even after they died. Many young corpse collectors were poisoned to death when they were collecting the corpses of jianghu people. In addition to jianghu people, there is another kind of corpse that needs to be watched out for, that is, disaster victims. Because many disaster victims died of illness, even if these corpses are dead, they can still spread diseases and cause death.

Poison and epidemic disease.

These are the natural enemies of the corpse collectors.

"Xiao Luo, you are almost twenty years old, right?" Uncle San looked at Chen Luo who was working efficiently, his eyes full of satisfaction.

He still highly approves of his eldest brother's son.

Be down-to-earth and hard-working.

The most important thing is to be careful, which is a trait that is hard to find in young people. Since learning from him, Chen Luo has never made any fatal mistakes, and he can learn everything once he is taught. Now Chen Lao San doesn't have much practical experience in his hands, and after some time, this nephew can also go out and start a business.

"It's the new year."

After putting down the corpse, Chen Luo turned around and responded, not understanding why his uncle said this.

"It's time to get married. When the new year comes, Third Uncle will go to the outer street to find a matchmaker for you. I'll help you find someone with a thick waist and a big butt to help our Chen family have more children."

Uncle San grinned.

People of their generation prefer women who can give birth to children, and they look down on thin women.

"Isn't this urgent?"

Chen Luo's face was full of rejection.

He really couldn't accept the aesthetic standards of the older generation. Thinking about having to live with such a daughter-in-law for the rest of his life, he had the urge to dig a hole and bury himself.

"You're still unwilling, but when you get married, you'll know the benefits of having a big butt!"

This was not the first time that Uncle San had brought up this topic with Chen Luo.

Facing the teasing of his uncle, Chen Luo simply ignored him. After he put the body down, he climbed out of the pit again and prepared to carry the last body. At this time, the rain was heavier, and there was wind, which hurt his face. A mud pit nearby was washed open by the rain, forming a small mud flow, which washed the trouser legs of both men into yellow mud. The straw mat wrapped around the body was also washed open by the mud flow, and the blinded Chen Luo accidentally caught the head of the body through the straw mat.

"careful!"

Chen Laosan's face changed, and he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Chen Luo's wrist. With his other hand, he quickly took out a red rope and strangled his blood vessels.

If he was poisoned, strangling his blood vessels would give Chen Luo a chance to break his arm instead of losing his life directly.

Chen Luo was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took another look at the corpse.

His pupils shrank slightly, and before he could take a closer look, he heard his uncle's voice in his ear. Then his right arm was tied up with a red rope, which made his wrist hurt.

"I'm fine. I'm just a poor guy. I don't have any drugs."

Chen Luo came back to his senses and responded quickly. He glanced at his palm which had not changed color and breathed a sigh of relief.

He himself was also shocked.

Since he started his career, he has heard many rumors, such as people being poisoned to death by accidentally touching the corpse of a gangster, and people dying from illness and coughing up blood.

The poison in this world is very unreasonable. Even if it is on a corpse, it will kill people if they touch it. So under normal circumstances, they will never open the straw mat, let alone touch the corpse with their hands.

"You kid, don't want to die!"

Chen Laosan breathed a sigh of relief, then angrily slapped Chen Luo on the back of the head.

"Get out of the way and watch carefully! When it comes to collecting corpses, mistakes can result in death."

After driving Chen Luo away, Chen Laosan personally wrapped the body with a straw mat, then bowed to the body. Then he carefully lifted it up and placed it at the edge of the pit. At this time, the pit was half submerged in mud and water, and the body soon disappeared after it was put in.

The turbid muddy water gathered more and more, and the mud scattered around began to flow in.

Seeing this, Chen Laosan did not delay any longer. After climbing out of the pit, he asked Chen Luo to start filling the pit with soil.

With the combined efforts of the two, they soon filled the pit, and then they piled some soil on top to form a small mound. They stomped the blank stone tablet given to them by the court on top, and the simple tomb was completed.

"Have a nice trip, everyone."

After filling the grave, Chen Laosan took out a pot of inferior wine mixed with water from the box behind him and poured it on the blank tombstone.

This is the habit of corpse collectors, as a way of saying goodbye to the dead spirits and avoiding being harassed by them.

After toasting and reciting the scriptures.

The heaviest rain had passed. Chen Laosan came over and took another look at Chen Luo's hand. After making sure that there was no problem, he untied the red rope and put it back.

"Let's go."

Chen Laosan packed up his things, put the wine bottles and some cheap props for sacrifice back into the box, and walked down the mountain with Chen Luo.

This trip of work is considered completed, and it's time to go back and collect the reward.

Chen Luo followed behind, and after walking about a hundred steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

A gray scale appeared in his field of vision.

'Contacted with the brain waves of a dead person, damage level 92%, do you want to read it?'

He tried to focus his attention and soon saw a row of familiar words.

"Read!"

Chen Luo muttered to himself.

Soon, the text on it changed, and a strange frequency entered his brain, just like an external device. The next second, a string of intermittent text appeared in his mind.

'Boil the blueberry and the wire grass until they are half cooked and boil them into juice. Eat it with the white flower fruit to increase your strength.'

After reading this sentence, Chen Luo instantly understood what his abilities were.

The source of this information was the obsession left over from the corpse he touched not long ago, and it was also what he remembered in his mind until his death.

"Is this the content of the remaining brain wave record of that Jianghu traveler? In other words, I can read the brain waves of the dead?"

Chen Luo instantly understood the purpose of his ability.

This world is not purely ancient, but more like a mixed era of multi-ethnic integration.

There is government pressure at the top, but below, the underworld gangs and local snake organizations all have their own turf. On the surface, everyone maintains the face of the court and acts according to the rules, but what to do at night is up to the underworld gangs.

When he first came to this world, Chen Luo also wanted to learn martial arts.

Because only by learning martial arts can you change your life.

Doing business alone will not work in this chaotic world.

But Chen Luo tried many ways, but he still couldn't get in touch with the martial arts class. To be precise, among all the people he knew, no one had ever really been exposed to martial arts. This is not surprising. The monopoly of the rights and interests class is innate and rarely delegated. The society before the time travel is the most straightforward proof. Everyone knows that playing with finance makes money, but how many people can really play with finance? At best, they are "leeks" or "tools", the kind of "pseudo-finance" that will be harvested as soon as they enter. The real big bosses who manipulate finance are blocked from the lower class.

"These herbs are not difficult to find. Since they have become the last obsession of the Jianghu guest, they should have some efficacy."

On the second day after the body was buried, Chen Luo, who received the reward, bought some of the medicinal herbs in his obsession.

It’s not expensive. A dose of medicine only costs three big bucks.

It was daybreak.

Chen Luo was cooking medicine in a broken clay pot in the stable, and the pungent smell echoed in the yard.

In other words, Uncle San went out to drink last night. If he was still in the yard, he would definitely have beaten someone up.

Uncle San's yard was not big, with only two rooms in total. When he cooked in the yard, the smell would spread into the house.

A quarter of an hour later.

The potion was ready, and the herbs were all boiled into dregs. The dark potion in the clay pot did not look drinkable at all.

Chen Luo picked up the pottery pot and opened the lid.

I put it next to my nose and smelled it.

The pungent and spicy smell almost made him cry. After the spiciness, there was also a foul smell, like a rotten egg that had been left out for ten days or half a month, which made him almost vomit the overnight meal. It was hard to imagine that after several normal medicinal herbs were boiled together, they could release such a terrible smell.

“Is this stuff really drinkable?”

After vomiting, Chen Luo looked at the clay pot in his hand, his face full of suspicion.

But the money has been spent, we can't just waste it like this.

Chen Luo glanced at the dog that his uncle raised. He remembered that when he first came to the city to live with his uncle, the mangy dog ​​had bitten a pair of his pants. In the corner, the mangy dog, hiding in the corner, tightened its tail due to the stench, and vaguely felt that something bad might happen.

"Dahua, come here, I'll give you an extra meal today."

Chen Luo held the jar and waved at the mangy dog ​​with a kind face.

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(End of this chapter)