At night, Ji Qingya followed Xiang Sheng and finally returned to the coffin shop.
In the past, he only flew in the sky, dressed in white, without a speck of dust. Yesterday, he woke up from a stinking coffin and was almost suffocated by the odor.
After spending the whole day among the pile of corpses, he actually began to feel at home when he returned to the coffin shop. Even the foul smell in the shop became fragrant.
"This is the experience that the Fifth Elder mentioned..."
Ji Qingya sighed.
He leaned against the door, watching Xiang Sheng put away the two innermost coffins in the coffin shop and rearrange the coffin shop to make room for the two coffins that had just been dragged back. He couldn't help but sigh deeply.
I lament the low efficiency of the corpse collectors.
Without his help, the corpse collector would have only collected one body today.
There are tens of thousands of corpses on the battlefield, and more are added every day. How long will it take to collect them all?
Xiang Sheng noticed Ji Qingya's gaze, but didn't care.
After clearing two empty seats, she first placed the coffin she had dragged back, opened the lid, and burned incense to offer sacrifices.
Ji Qingya untied the straw rope around his waist and pushed the coffin in, but saw that Xiang Sheng was still in the posture of worship and had no intention of moving at all.
He looked at the piety on her face and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
The corpse collector took him in and killed the ancient tribe for him, committing a sin of murder.
But he kept asking her questions and disturbing her peace. He didn't help her collect the body and was not pious at all. Wasn't that too much?
Tomorrow, you must perform well!
He made a secret decision in his heart, and then he saw Xiang Sheng walk a few steps to the side of the coffin, reach out and touch the center of the corpse's eyebrows, and take out a special breath of life and death.
Ji Qingya opened his mouth slightly, unable to speak for a long time.
Xiang Sheng put the energy of life and death into the bottle, turned around to look at Ji Qingya, and said calmly: "It's your turn."
Ji Qingya looked at Xiang Sheng's face, his expression somewhat disillusioned: "What?"
Xiang Sheng pointed to the coffin behind him and explained, "You dragged it back, so you have to worship it. Remember, be sincere."
Ji Qingya didn't know what to say. He was silent for a moment, but finally did as he was told.
However, he was still young and did not understand what kind of sincerity was needed for worship. After burning several incense sticks, he was unable to extract even a trace of the breath of life and death.
This made Ji Qingya, who had always been smooth sailing, feel extremely frustrated. He sat down and said with a guilty voice, "I'm sorry, I can't do it."
Xiang Sheng shook his head and said, "It's nothing. Just wait a few more days and you'll understand."
Upon hearing this, Ji Qingya's disillusionment with Xiang Sheng immediately turned into emotion.
Yes.
The corpse collector never said what kind of person she was. He was just thinking too much.
Putting this aside, although the corpse collector was taciturn and seemed indifferent, he was very tolerant and kind to him.
Thinking of this, fighting spirit gradually rose in his eyes, and he immediately clenched his fist and promised: "I will definitely work hard!"
Although he felt that even if he dragged the coffin for two more days, he might not be able to learn it.
Two days later, he finally learned it, but he felt that it would be worse if he had not learned it.
As paper money fluttered in the air, a group of mortals carrying a coffin walked further and further away.
Ji Qingya was watching at the door, his expression surprisingly complicated and depressed.
Since entering the world and experiencing life, he has never had any sense of reality. It was not until this moment that he truly realized one thing.
The fifth elder is dead.
He died three days ago, when he was escorting him to escape and covering his retreat.
It turns out that stuffy and damp feeling in my chest is the separation of life and death...
He lowered his eyes and walked into the shop. He came to the coffin that had been dragged back earlier and paid tribute to it bite by bite.
Wisp after wisp of the energy of life and death was extracted by Xiang Sheng and stored in the bottle.
Then another straw rope was thrown at Ji Qingya's feet.
"It's time to go out."
Ji Qingya looked at the straw rope on the ground, feeling aggrieved and angry.
He's so sad, can't you comfort him a few words and let him work?
"Hmph, Stone Skin!"
He cursed under his breath, picked up the straw rope in a huff, tied it around the coffin quickly, and ran away pulling the coffin along.
"childish."
Xiang Sheng shook his head slightly and followed slowly.
After collecting corpses for half a month, Ji Qingya's sadness faded away for a long time, and he also figured out a pattern in Xiang Sheng's corpse collection.
In order to extract that trace of breath of life and death, the corpse cannot be dead for too long. The strange ritual must be completed before the energy in the corpse's dantian dissipates, and there must not be any distraction during the process, otherwise all efforts will fail.
The shop was set up in a populated area because some people in the city would come and try their luck at finding the corpse. Regardless of whether they could find it or not, they would give the shop a fairy stone as a reward.
The battlefield is too dangerous for the untrained people in the city. If it is set up in a pile of corpses, the income will be lost.
However, Ji Qingya still felt that it was too cheap for them to work so hard and only receive one fairy stone.
On this day, the shop had a rare moment of free time after a group of people left.
Xiang Sheng did not go out to collect the bodies. He sat in front of the stone steps, took out a bundle of hay, and started to weave straw ropes.
With Ji Qingya here these two days, her cleaning efficiency has doubled, and a lot of straw ropes have been consumed, and they are no longer enough.
Ji Qingya couldn't make up stories, so he could only watch from the side.
He weighed the few fairy stones in his palm and couldn't help but ask, "Can't we raise the price?"
After saying this, he thought there would be no response, but he heard Xiang Sheng say, "Just by the way."
Ji Qingya immediately perked up.
Income is just a by-product, so the implication is that collecting special auras is the main purpose?
The corpse collector had ignored him for half a month. Now that they had a rare chance to talk, he immediately became interested and asked:
"Those mortals call you Boss Shi. Is your last name Shi?"
Xiang Sheng shook his head slightly.
Ji Qingya immediately asked: "Then why..."
He was halfway through asking when his eyes fell on the stone tower and he immediately reacted.
Shita Coffin Shop, so that’s why he’s Boss Shi?
He scratched his head, feeling puzzled. "How come you don't have a name? Even if your parents or elders didn't choose one for you, you could still choose one yourself, right?"
Xiang Sheng paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal: "That's not necessary."
Ji Qingya saw the pause and consciously stopped asking.
I always feel that if I continue asking, I will touch upon some sad stories of the corpse collectors.
He chuckled, "So should I call you Boss Shi like they do? Or Sister Shitou? I always call you corpse collector, corpse collector, and it always feels like they know you better than I do."
"what ever."
Today I spoke more truthfully to the committee members.
Ji Qingya didn't know the reason, but he felt encouraged. Maybe it was because they had been together day and night for the past half month, and Sister Shi Tou had become quite close to him, right?
With this in mind, Ji Qingya mustered up the courage to ask the question he had always wanted to ask:
"Sister Stone, what's the point of collecting those auras of life and death?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Xiang Sheng immediately stopped what he was doing and looked up at Ji Qingya.
Ji Qingya's heart trembled, and he was about to say he would not ask anymore, but he saw Xiang Sheng's unprecedented smile: "Want to know? In exchange for the information."
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