Chapter 038: Digging Up Graves Must Be Done Early

My Years in the Funeral Industry A Tale of the South 1251 words 2026-04-13 16:38:49

There was nothing in the cemetery’s surveillance footage that couldn’t be shown to others. Since things here had more or less wrapped up, the staff led me to the monitoring room—a small chamber beneath the cemetery grounds equipped with two computers and a duty officer. Hearing that I wanted to review the footage to locate my phone, the officer chuckled, showed me how to bring up the recordings, and let me search on my own while he stepped outside to smoke a cigarette and bask in the sunlight.

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He needed to organize everything he had learned. Huang Shan went through all the foundational techniques he’d studied when he first joined the Weapon Refining Sect, all the way to the Five Elements Grand Technique, and from this review gained fresh insights.

Wang Ruiyin shook her head and brushed off his hand, her face shadowed with sorrow yet streaked with stubbornness.

If this was handed over to him for announcement, then naturally the majority of those arriving would be the imperial alchemists of Dongling—no reason to let outsiders benefit.

After some inquiries, Huang Shan learned that when he and Liu Yan held their dual cultivation ceremony, the Spirit Stone Sect had sent someone to deliver a VIP card, not realizing it would be so useful.

Even earth-grade level five techniques like the Phantom Shade Finger and Shrinking the Ground had already provided immense help to Lin Feng. If Lin Feng’s understanding of the Law of Shadow reached the fourth heaven of the Earth Origin Realm, the level of the Phantom Shade Finger, Shrinking the Ground, and other such arts could likely be elevated to around earth-grade level seven.

Frankly, as an officer educated in the orthodox tradition of the Eastern Continent Empire, Song Wuwei found this quite distasteful. But given the current situation, this trait of the Eastern Barbarians actually worked to the advantage of the Songjiang army.

The energy of the Extreme Star coursed chaotically through Mo Tian’s meridians, and the Demonic Transformation Technique within his body activated automatically, attempting to convert the Extreme Star’s energy. While conversion was possible, the process was excruciatingly slow, like a massive barrel of water draining through a hole as thin as a strand of hair—it would take a very long time for it to empty.

After chatting a while longer, Chen Guhong told Gao Zhuang it was time for bed, and lay down to sleep. He didn’t wake until the next morning, roused by the crowing of the rooster.

For the peace of his household, Chen Guhong summoned Wang Yu and asked him to leave. Wang Yu was initially adamant about staying, afraid that Wu Xiude and the county magistrate would come after him later. But after Chen Guhong repeatedly assured him that the magistrate would not pursue the matter, Wang Yu cheerfully prepared to depart.

The battle situation was becoming ever more dire for the Golden Stone Squad of the Purple Legion, while the Great Wall Squad of the Blue side was growing ever more comfortable in their offensive.

Chen Mengqi, cheeks puffed in frustration, led Ye Ming and Xu Fei into private room 828. After settling in, she ordered the waiter to bring the restaurant’s most expensive and signature dishes, and requested the finest bottle of French red wine.

Xiao Fen kept questioning himself. Although the youth had only revealed that one move, it already showed that his agility, strength, and even spirit far surpassed Xiao Fen’s by a wide margin. With such power, he likely held a place of his own even among the Awakened.

The feeling in his heart was hard to describe. Originally, he’d known two people fairly well—Li Tuzi’s uncle, Li Zhenghua, the deputy minister of education, and He Yuanfeng. He was on good terms with both, and now they had both come knocking.

Everyone hurriedly shrugged off their packs, but with arrows overhead, no one dared to stand upright. Each looked like an overturned turtle, awkwardly removing their packs and passing them forward one by one.

Qin Chao snorted, eyes fixed on the Beast Emperor, exchanging blows with him while making sure to flash him a middle finger.

In Su Can’s finance class, the famous professor from Nanda once extended the following remark: “Capital exploits internally, and wages war externally.”

“Thanks!” Yao Changhai washed his face and hands, dumped the water down the drain, and walked straight to Lian Youmei, pulled over a stool, and sat down directly.