Bonzai drove into the city before the three gates, and rushed all the way to the back of Qinshan.
Qinshan Mountain is divided into two hills, one large and one small, covering a total area of 19 square kilometers.
The large hilltop belongs to the Qinshan Martial Arts School. After exiting the back gate of the Qinshan Martial Arts School, the hilltop in the distance is where the Mingguang Funeral Parlor is located. It is also the only officially authorized corpse-burning memorial place in Mingguang.
The hills are mostly shaded by pines and cypresses, and the cool breeze blows, but it can't help but feel a bit eerie.
The potted plant circled around the hill twice. Seeing that no one was paying attention, it drove into the bushes.
Among the pines and cypresses and green plants, there is actually a forest path hidden, leading to the depths of the hill. The potted plant truck drove very smoothly, as if it had been here many times.
About a kilometer away, the potted car suddenly turned and stopped between two huge cypress trees entangled with countless vines.
The two cypress trees were extremely tall, covered with numerous vertical aerial roots, and various vines seemed to have grown on their trunks for hundreds of years. They had become completely lignified and were as thick as human legs.
She was humming an unknown tune, her face was filled with happiness and pride, and there was some kind of green light flashing in her eyes - that was the color of lots of source crystal notes.
Dragging the treasure bag behind the cypress tree, he gently pushed aside the boulders blocking the mountain wall, revealing a deep cave, and walked in without hesitation.
After she entered, the aerial roots and entangled vines on the cypress trees squirmed and twisted silently, completely blocking the cypress trees, vehicles, and mountain walls, leaving no trace behind.
...
Fourteen hours later, Mingguang Funeral Home.
There are as many as thirteen mountain roads leading to Mingguang Funeral Home, each of which is wide enough for two vehicles to pass side by side, but no motor vehicles are allowed to enter.
The mountain road is paved with bluestone slabs. It is winding and winding according to the mountain. There is a guardrail in the middle. There are two long queues on the left side of the guardrail. One of them is almost motionless. People move up the mountain step by step.
The other long queue seemed much sparse. Coming down from the mountain, some people were holding several pieces of yellow paper in their hands, and they could not help but feel a little proud in their words.
There is no one on the right side of the road. It will be quiet and "busy" on the right side until the evening.
Because the right side is the passage reserved for the dead.
They were escorted up the mountain by their relatives, friends and comrades from the right side. After a brief visit, they were sent to the incinerator, leaving only a few bones, and the rest disappeared from this world forever.
At the top of the mountain that this road leads to, there is a small window next to the gate of the memorial hall that can only be entered by the deceased and his family members. Above the window, there is a large Chinese character Xia written in black official script.
The slumlords who had been waiting in line all day took out the prepared certificates in front of the window, quietly paid the deposit, and received the incineration coupons from Master Xia. There was no exchange of words during the whole process, and it was extremely quiet.
Since Mingguang Funeral Home launched this system, it has given people in the slums an extra way to support their families. If you queue here for a day or two for those evolved adults, you can get dozens, hundreds or even more. The circulation point, this transaction is simply a bargain.
Even some "nobles" in Shangcheng District who have lost all their wealth but still want to maintain their dignity often appear in the ranks of the bad guys.
In the past, a group of people who were indifferent to food and work would only starve to death in the lower city. But now it is different. Although they are often despised, they can still live happily and happily after making money and returning to the upper city. Have a good few days.
According to the latest statistics, there are tens of millions of people in Mingguang, and evolvers account for almost one-tenth of the population. A large part of the evolvers are hunters. Their loss rate is completely unimaginable to ordinary people living in the base city. of.
It can be said that as long as the corpse-burning coupon system is not outlawed, there will always be a lot of money to be made in this industry.
...
Two figures, one tall and one short, suddenly walked out of the door, and the poor man who was close immediately started talking.
"Did you see that? This is Master Xia, the most talented and skilled corpse burner in the history of Mingguang. He has completely surpassed his master."
"So young? Which of the other twelve masters is not an old man who has been burning corpses for decades..."
"Tch, you're all an old man. Master Xia is said to be a bit one-dimensional... but he is a serious second-level evolver. He is very powerful. His master has long said that all Xia Master Xia can't burn bones, and it's useless no matter who you look for. Otherwise, you see that the other twelve roads are empty, but Master Xia's road is the only one with so many people queuing up?"
"Who is the woman next to you, Master Xia's girlfriend?"
there,
The potted plant's big eyes narrowed and he said crisply, "Brother Xia, then I will cause trouble for you~!"
Xia Dasha scratched the back of his head,
"No trouble, there's still one person in the stove. I'm going back to work..."
Xia Dasha scratched his head and looked at the Qingquan Mountain in his hand with some doubts. He walked back and muttered,
"Why would Brother Chou bring me wine? I told Brother Chou that I couldn't drink, my mother would beat me... Well, Brother Chou must have known that guests would be coming to the house tomorrow, so he gave me something to entertain the guests. Hehe, Brother Chou is the smartest."
"snort!"
Potted pointed his nostrils at the funeral home staff in the window. The young staff were a little overwhelmed and nervous.
"Um...Miss, I really didn't know you were Major Xia's friend..."
"You are the lady! Your whole family is a lady!" Potted Plant placed his hands on his hips and cursed, his voice like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
The man looked at the medal on his shoulder. After all, I am also a genuine senior soldier of the garrison. Although I don't have a real job, you can't either...
Thinking that he knew his immediate superior, Major Xia, he gritted his teeth and endured it.
"Um, this...ma'am, I'll have someone bring your things up right now. Wait a moment. Just a moment."
There were still a few auxiliary soldiers under the superior soldiers. With an order, the four younger brothers quickly ran down the mountain.
The potted plant snorted, "That's pretty much it."
The superior soldiers chatted.
Just when a group of people waiting in line were puzzled, four boys came back carrying two huge foam boxes each.
"Sir, your stuff!"
The potted plant nodded with satisfaction. Did you see that there is an acquaintance there, so it’s easy to do things!
He took out a big speaker from his pocket, pressed the switch, and a pleasant electronic sound filled half the hillside.
"Old popsicle, old popsicle, the old popsicle that is cold and cool to relieve the heat. The old popsicle made from the fruit of the first-order magic plant Naxiang red bean is only available at 2 o'clock! It is refreshing and refreshing, and ordinary people can enjoy it. It’s the ultimate way to relieve the heat. If you hadn’t had an old popsicle, you wouldn’t have known there was another path leading to the evolution..."
The man who was standing at the front of the team was stunned by the loudspeaker. Looking at the open foam box of the potted plant, the refreshing coolness and fragrance kept coming out, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Although it was cooler on the mountain with trees and grass, it couldn't stand the high temperature outside, which was still more than 30 degrees Celsius. No matter how cool it was, it couldn't be any cooler. My whole body was already soaked with sweat.
Looking at the box of ice-cold ice cubes, I felt like they were floating under my feet.
Damn it, you're going to get heat stroke!
The old man swallowed his saliva for the second time and said,
"Is that really a popsicle made from the first-order magic plant fruit? Does it really only cost 20 points?"
The potted plant seemed to have been pricked by a needle, jumping three feet high, with a look of anger on its face, as if it had been wronged.
"Your aunt and I have always done business in a penny-penny-for-a-penny manner, and everyone is good to everyone, young and old. You doubt me? How can you have the nerve to doubt me? Go out and ask around. Who in the outer city doesn't know that I am an honest and reliable beautiful girl Zuo Chen?" Name...I..."
A full ten minutes without any pause in between.
The old man wiped away his sweat and felt like he was really going to faint.
"...."
"Do you want it or not?" Bonzai's eyebrows rose.
The boss gritted his teeth, feeling guilty, "I want one... no, two!"
"Get it!"
The man who took the popsicle turned around and left. When he reached the middle of the mountain, he suddenly slapped his thigh and shouted,
"That's not right, I'm here to queue up to order tickets for corpse burning!"
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