Doomsday Pavilion

Bonsai drove into the city before the three gates closed, and rushed all the way to the back of Qinshan.

Qin Mountain is divided into two hills, one large and one small, covering a total area of ​​19 square kilometers.

The big hill belongs to the Qinshan Martial Arts School. After exiting the back door of the Qinshan Martial Arts School, the top of the hill facing each other is where the Mingguang Funeral Home is located, and it is also the only official corpse-burning memorial site authorized by Mingguang.

The hills are mostly cloudy with pines and cypresses, and the breeze is breezy, but it is also a bit gloomy.

The potted plant was rotated around the hill twice, and when no one noticed, it drove into the bushes.

In the shadow of pine cypresses and green plants, there is a forest trail that leads to the depths of the hill. The potted truck drove very smoothly and seemed to have been here many times before.

About one kilometer away, the potted car turned sharply and stopped between two huge cypress trees surrounded by countless vines.

The two cypress trees are extremely tall and clustered with countless vertical aerial roots. Various types of vines seem to have grown on their trunks for hundreds of years. They have been completely lignified and as thick as human legs.

She hummed an unknown tone, her face was full of happiness and pride, and there was a certain green light in her eyes flickering-it was the color of a lot of Yuanjing tickets.

After dragging the treasure bag to the cypress tree, he gently pushed aside the cobblestone sheltered on the mountain wall, revealing a deep cave, and walked in without hesitation.

After she entered, the aerial roots and entangled vines on the cypress squirmed and twisted silently, completely shielding the cypress, vehicles, and mountain walls, leaving no traces of them.

...

Fourteen hours later, Mingguang Funeral Home.

There are as many as 13 mountain roads leading to the Mingguang Funeral Home, each of which is the width of two cars in parallel, but no motor vehicles are allowed to enter.

The mountain road is paved with bluestone slabs, and it looks winding along the mountain, separated by a guardrail in the middle. Two long dragons are discharged from the left side of the guardrail, one of which is almost stagnant, and people move up the mountain step by step.

The other long dragon appeared to be much sparser. When coming down from the mountain, some people were holding a few yellow pieces of paper in their hands, and they couldn't help but feel a little proud of their words.

There is no one on the right side of the road, and it will be quietly "lively" on the right side in the evening.

Because the right side is a passage for the dead.

They were escorted up the mountain by relatives, friends and comrades from the right side. After a brief admiration, they would be sent to the incinerator. Only a few bones remained, and the rest would disappear forever in this world.

This road leads to the top of the mountain. There is a small window next to the entrance hall of the deceased and family members. Above the window, a big word "Xia" is written in black.

The slums who had lined up for a day took out the prepared certificates at the window, quietly paid the deposit, and received Master Xia’s incineration coupons. There was no language exchange during the whole process, which was very quiet.

Since the Mingguang Funeral Home introduced this system, it has provided people in the slums with a livelihood to support their families. By lining up for the evolutionary adults here for a day or two, they can get back dozens of hundreds or even more. The circulation point, this is a bargain to the sky.

Even some of the "nobles" in Shangcheng who have lost their family and want to maintain their decency often appear in the ranks of fallen masters.

Originally, a group of people who didn’t work in five grains were placed in the Xiacheng District and only starved to death, but now it’s different. Although they are often despised, they can still get drunk and go back to the Shangcheng District after earning tickets. Live a good life for a few days.

According to the latest statistics, there are tens of millions of people in Mingguang, and evolvers account for almost one in ten. A large part of evolvers are hunters. Their loss rate is completely unimaginable for ordinary people in Life in the base city. of.

It can be said that as long as the corpse burning coupon system is not banned, there will always be a lot of money in this business.

...

Suddenly two figures, one tall and one short, walked out of the door, and the close master suddenly started talking.

"I see, this is Master Xia, the most talented and best-crafted corpse burner in Mingguang history, who has completely surpassed his Master."

"So young? Which of the other twelve masters is not an old man who has burned corpses for decades..."

"Cut, you are all in the old calendar. Master Xia is said to have a nerve... but he is a serious second-order evolutionary. It's amazing. His master has long spoken out, usually Xia The bones that the master can’t burn, it’s no use letting you find someone else, otherwise you see that the other twelve roads are empty, and only Master Xia’s road has so many people in line?"

"Who is the woman next to him, Master Xia's girlfriend?"

there,

The potted plant narrowed his eyes and said crisply, "Xia Big Brother, then I will cause you trouble~!"

Xia Dasha scratched the back of his head.

"No trouble, there is still someone in the stove, I went back to work..."

Xia Dashou scratched his head, looked at Qingquanshan in his hand a little puzzled, and muttered as he walked back.

"How can Brother Chou give me wine? I told Brother Chou that I can't drink, and my mother would beat me... Well, Brother Chou must know that there will be guests at home tomorrow, and I will use them to entertain guests, hehe, Brother Chou is the smartest."

"Humph!"

The potted plants were facing the funeral home staff in the window with their nostrils. The young staff was a little overwhelmed and nervous.

"That... Miss, I really didn't know that you were a friend of Major Xia..."

"You are Miss! Your whole family is Miss!" Potted plant scolded with his arms akimbo, his voice was like a cat with its tail trampled on.

The man looked at the medal on his shoulder. At any rate, I am also a real high-ranking soldier in the garrison. Although I don’t have a real job, you can’t...

Think about people knowing their immediate boss, Major Xia, gritted their teeth and bear it.

"Well, this...Madam, I will let someone bring your things up, wait a moment, wait a moment."

There were still a few choreographers under the superior soldiers. With an order, the four younger brothers quickly ran down the mountain.

The potted plant snorted, "It's pretty much the same."

The superior soldiers were chattering.

Just as a group of people in line was inexplicable, the four younger brothers each came back, carrying two huge foam boxes.

"Sir, your stuff!"

The potted plant nodded with satisfaction, see if there are any acquaintances, it's easy to do things!

I took out a big horn from my arms, pressed the switch, and a melodious electronic sound pierced the hillside.

"Old popsicles, old popsicles, cool old popsicles, old popsicles made from the fruits of first-order magic plants and red beans are only 20 o’clock! It’s so cool and hearty, and ordinary people can enjoy it. It’s a great product to cool off the heat. If you don’t have an old popsicle, you don’t even know that there is another way to the evolutionary..."

The father, who was standing at the front of the team, was dizzy by a horn. Looking at the open foam box of the potted plants, the refreshing coolness and fragrance continued to emerge, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Although there are trees and grass on the mountain, it is cooler, but it can't stand the high temperature of more than 30 degrees outside. If it is cooler, where can I cool down, my whole body has long been soaked with sweat.

Looking at the box of cold ice cubes again, I felt floating under my feet.

This damn thing is going to be heat stroke!

The poor father swallowed his saliva for the second time and said,

"That, is it really a popsicle made from the fruit of a first-order magic plant? Is it really only 20 o'clock?"

The potted plant seemed to have been pierced by a needle, and it jumped three feet high, with a thin anger on its face, as if it had been wronged.

"Your aunt, grandmother, I always do business with a penny and a penny. You are not bullying old and young. You doubt me? Why are you embarrassed to doubt me? You go out to inquire, who doesn't know that I am honest and reliable. Name...I..."

For ten full minutes, there was no pause in between.

Master Dao wiped the sweat, feeling that he was really going to faint.

"..."

"Do you want?" The potted eyebrows stood up.

The poor master gritted his teeth, feeling guilty, "I want one...no, two!"

"Hold it!"

The father who had taken the popsicle turned around and walked halfway up the mountain before he suddenly slapped his thigh and exclaimed,

"That's not right, daddyTM is here to queue up to order a corpse incineration ticket!"

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!