The new era's corpse-driving craftsman: I do anything related to corpses.
I want to go to work: come to the base entrance.
...
Before long, two men with a strong sense of thievery peeked around the base entrance.
A man, wearing a mandarin jacket beneath his open robe. A woman, her face cold and aloof, with eyes that kept darting around.
Before they even got close, Xia Chuhe could smell a faint stench.
Xia Chuhe tentatively asked, "A corpse driver?"
"Oh my god, you're the only one who wants to go to work? Why are you so desperate?" The woman's voice instantly came alive, her icy aura like a dream.
"How many corpses are you going to sell this time?" Xia Chuhe asked.
The man's eyes darted around: "About twenty."
Xia Chuhe laughed and said, "Add one for me."
One sentence silenced both of them.
"Disguise me as a corpse and smuggle me in. If you succeed, I'll give you 60,000; if you fail, I'll give you 30,000," Xia Chuhe explained his intentions.
The man instinctively tried to bargain: "That's too little."
“One hundred thousand,” Xia Chuhe said.
The two corpse-drivers exchanged a glance and agreed to the deal.
The three found a secluded spot. Xia Chuhe transferred 50,000 yuan first, while the other two discussed how to disguise the client as a corpse.
According to the two corpse handlers, the people at the body collection point don't carefully examine each corpse. They handle so many bodies every day; if it's cold, stiff, and lifeless, it's definitely a corpse. If it has any signs of livor mortis or something…
The inspection of corpses brought by corpse-drivers was particularly lax.
The woman asked Xia Chuhe, "Do you want to cover your face?"
An intact body will be scanned and recorded; if it matches a resident on the base's system, it will be documented.
"Yes, what are you going to do?"
The man snapped a stack of human skin masks out of his hand: "Fifty thousand each, pick whichever you like."
Xia Chuhe lifted the top sheet, and a foul stench emanated from it; it had been handled terribly.
The remaining few are in similar situations.
Xia Chuhe, suppressing his nausea, picked out a card: "Did you make these yourselves?"
"Anyway, we can fool those people, so don't ask so many questions."
Judging from their behavior, this isn't the first time they've done something like this.
Xia Chuhe was afraid that asking too many questions would scare the two away, so he didn't ask any more questions.
The woman had Xia Chuhe wrap herself in a rag and lie down, then put a mask on her. She first applied livid spots to the mask and neck, then applied something to her earlobes and cheeks.
Xia Chuhe was about to ask what this was when he applied it, and it felt hot.
A bone-chilling cold suddenly swept over me...
Xia Chuhe instinctively retaliated with fire, and a few drops of water fell onto the rag.
"Oh, if I'd known you had fire-based abilities, I wouldn't have let you use these." The woman instructed Xia Chuhe, "Close your eyes and bear with it."
She didn't say anything about enduring anything, and then another fierce cold wave swept in.
Xia Chuhe felt a chill in his hands and feet, and his body and face were covered with a layer of ice. Except for his two nostrils, which were still breathing, even the strands of his hair were frozen.
The woman was quite pleased: "Alright, let's go sell the corpse!"
The man put away the human skin mask, took out a cart, and muttered, "It's not good that there's only one living person; I can't put him into my spatial storage."
Xia Chuhe: "..."
Be content; her farm can't even accommodate the dead, let alone the living.
Even if it were possible to harvest, Xia Chuhe wouldn't do it unless absolutely necessary. There are too many small animals on the farm; if she brought in a carcass, it could lead to disease and cause trouble.
Lying on the cart, Xia Chuhe felt she should have a cart too, so she could transport the corpses out. Her mouth was frozen shut, so she huffed and puffed to attract the attention of the corpse-driver.
"It's okay to breathe now, but when we check you later, you'll have to hold your breath for a while," the woman said.
Seeing that she couldn't understand what he meant, Xia Chuhe used some fire to melt the ice on her lips.
Before she could speak, the woman swiftly added another layer of ice to her: "You fire-type evolvers are the most troublesome. Hang in there a little longer."
Xia Chuhe thought to himself, "Luckily, there's still 50,000 yuan left. When they ask for the remaining money, I'll ask them to help transport the body. I won't mention renting a cart or anything like that."
Lying comfortably and coolly on the board, Xia Chuhe was taken to the entrance of the body disposal area.
Before the corpse driver entered, he dumped out several corpses and piled two more onto the cart to weigh down Xia Chuhe.
The stench of corpses wafted into Xia Chuhe's nose, and he instantly longed for the good old days of being a zombie.
Xia Chuhe closed his eyes, unable to see what was happening, only hearing unfamiliar voices.
"Oh, it's you two. How much did you bring this time?"
"Please give me some; there are also some dismembered parts, arms, legs, and the like."
"You're pretty smart, kid. Come on, let's weigh it."
...
“55, 60, 45, 88…”
As the count was called out, Xia Chuhe heard a series of "bang" sounds, like something had collided.
Soon someone came to move Xia Chuhe, who was frozen stiff, and felt himself being put down.
"61!"
With a shout, she was lifted up again and thrown out.
"state--"
Xia Chuhe now understood that it was the sound of a frozen corpse being thrown onto other frozen corpses.
As for that number, it seems to be her weight.
"These corpses of yours look small, but they're surprisingly heavy."
...
After taking stock, the corpse driver brought a total of sixteen complete corpses, six headless/faceless corpses, and some body parts, totaling 1.6 tons and worth over 100,000 points.
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