In a small village on the border of Dali Kingdom, Mu Wan'er, who had been reborn and traveled here for three years, was sleepy-eyed and yawning.
Even though she was so sleepy, she didn't stop working at all. She was pasting white paper on pieces of bamboo strips, and then making paper figures and horses that could only be sold for a few bucks.
Surrounding her were a lot of fragrant flowers, paper money, shrouds and materials, all made by Mu Wan'er herself.
That's right, Mu Wan'er runs a white goods shop.
"Come on, someone is falling from the sky!"
"what happened?"
Mu Wan'er, who was wearing a simple dress and had a delicate and refined face, quickly put down what she was doing and stopped a villager who was running towards the end of the street.
The villager was eager to join in the fun. He hid away as if he was seeing the god of plague. He turned back and replied: "I heard someone said that an immortal fell down. I don't know whether he is dead or alive."
Mu Wan'er, who is engaged in idle business, has long been accustomed to the strange looks and avoidance of others.
She probably knew what was going on, so she turned around and returned to the paper-making shop in the spirit of not caring about the matter. After all, the latter was more important between watching the excitement and filling her stomach.
"It's not like Sister Lin fell from the sky. Why should she join in the fun?"
Mu Wan'er murmured in her heart as she walked back to the shop.
She was working the night shift in her workplace three years ago and was frightened to death by a colleague playing a prank. If there was a bad place to joke, it had to be in the funeral home, or when she was putting makeup on the body. At that time, Mu Wan'er could only be regarded as a newcomer and timid.
After her death, she somehow traveled to this world where immortals existed. She had no other means of making a living, so she had to become the shopkeeper of a white shop that everyone who meets her feels unlucky today.
Mu Wan'er returned to the shop, sat cross-legged on a wicker chair, and tapped her head lightly with her pink fist. A few lines of words floating in the void that only she could see appeared in front of her eyes.
[Ding, if you successfully clock in to work early every day, you will get 10 experience points]
[Start scanning host:]
[Physical condition: good]
[Financial status: Food and clothing]
[Force/mana; fight against the five scum (5/10000)]
[Connections: Very few (30/10000)]
[Reputation: No one cares (10/10000)]
[Possess Skills: Funeral Ceremony (Full Level) (10310/10000)]
[System prompt: The host can try to practice additional skills]
That's right, I was so unlucky in my previous life. Now that I'm reborn, there must be some benefits. But the experience points given every day are too little, and they can only be added to skills.
The key is that the only skill I have at the moment is already maxed out, and my experience points are overflowing. What a waste. Besides, the system doesn't explain at all how to practice new skills, which is really annoying.
When Mu Wan'er was having a headache, the villager who was being dragged to ask seemed to remember something. He turned around and shouted: "Why don't you go and take a look? If the immortal is really dying, you can just pick up a business." ."
The tone was slightly teasing.
Mu Wan'er, who had her hair tied up behind her head and a few strands of hair hanging by her ears, rolled her eyes slightly and said, "Whatever your identity is, I can't take on this job."
However, if the immortal is really dead, the government will still send people to his place for burial before a sect comes to collect the body.
Thinking of this, Mu Wan'er thought for a moment, put her feet on the ground, stood up from the chair, took a blouse, put it on, and walked quickly towards the crowded place.
Just over half a mile away, I saw a small, clean village in the distance. Almost everyone came, including many people from nearby villages.
It was crowded and densely packed. Mu Wan'er squeezed her way to the front without much effort, and people around her gave way.
People in the village and outside the village stopped talking for a while when they saw Mu Wan'er, and then began to chatter about the identity of the immortal.
Mu Wan'er looked down and saw an old man with white hair and a childlike face lying on the ground. He had delicate skin and wore a high crown. The clothes on her body looked softer than the most expensive silk and satin, and the tailoring fit them perfectly.
"Shopkeeper Mu, come forward and see if this immortal is really dead?"
"But don't they say that immortals live forever, how could they die so easily?"
Many residents of small villages who have never traveled far in their lives expressed their opinions enthusiastically.
There were people from the government nearby who were trying their best to stop the crowds who wanted to watch the excitement and make some space in the middle.
A delicate girl wearing a blouse stepped forward to take a closer look. The old man had no breath at all, and his pulse and heartbeat were also missing.
Then she stretched out her hand to explore the old man in a wide robe, and suddenly felt something was wrong in his abdomen.
She then gently untied the old man's outer robe and opened the inner garment.
A huge blood hole suddenly appeared in the old man's abdomen, but the blood did not stain his clothes at all. It just gurgled around the wound.
It is said that immortals nourish the golden elixir, which is stored in the Dantian, and the circulation of spiritual energy depends on this thing.
I'm afraid no one can save this situation now.
The girl Mu Wan'er stood up and said, "Send this old man to me first."
Three or four days later, even though the government had reported it, no Xian family sect came, and Mu Wan'er was already a little anxious.
Although the old man's body did not decay as quickly as ordinary people after death, it is not a problem to leave it like this. If no one comes to claim it for a long time, should the body be allowed to lie on the coffin board?
Besides, before Mu Wan'er traveled through time and was reborn, she was a funeral major in a serious university, and she worked in this strange world for several years, so she had professional ethics. Leaving a body alone for a long time was not something she could do.
So that morning, Mu Wan'er changed into plain clothes, put on an apron and sleeve protectors, washed her hands, and prepared skin powder, oil paint and some application materials.
This immortal fell from a high place. Although there were no major injuries on his face, there was always some dust on his face.
So the girl started to dip some cotton in some water and muttered, "Immortal, I am Mu Wan'er, sorry to bother you. I'm here to tidy up your appearance today, don't blame me."
After saying that, he gently wiped the old man's face with water-dampened cotton evenly.
Don't look at Mu Wan'er who is a bit sloppy when she's not working. Her bed is almost covered in clothes and she doesn't bother to clean it up. But when working, he must be meticulous.
She remembered what her teacher said when she was still in the previous world. Their industry is also a service industry, although customers cannot speak or express emotions.
But as those who send the deceased on their last journey, we cannot deceive our hearts. If you can achieve 100%, you must not only do it to 99%.
As the saying goes, people are doing it, but God is watching.
At this time, the delicate girl looked focused and her hands were gentle. After her wiping, all the dirt on the old man's face was slowly wiped away. The old man, who was originally a child with white hair, looked like he was just asleep.
"What are you doing!"
Mu Wan'er, who was immersed in her work, was so frightened by the sudden loud shouts that her cotton fell to the ground.
Her eyes suddenly turned red, and her frightened body was still trembling slightly.
After all, the girl was scared to death like this before she traveled through time, so she especially hated people trying to scare her.
No matter who was shouting behind her, Mu Wan'er turned around and shouted: "Where is this lunatic? Can't you see that I'm putting makeup on the deceased?!"
After she finished speaking, she saw clearly that the person who came was a man in his twenties, with a stern air, a stern face, and angry brows.
"Why do you need to put on makeup? Our sect master is not a woman!"
Being asked like this by the man, Mu Wan'er was a little stunned, "Who are you?"
"Shenzui of the Eternal Life Sect, how dare you insult my sect leader of the Eternal Life Sect like this!"
As he spoke, Shenzui came to Mu Wan'er at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, he took out an ancient and elegant long sword from the void and poked Mu Wan'er's shoulder with the scabbard.
Being misunderstood by the man, my shoulder was sore from being poked. Mu Wan'er, who was angry and aggrieved, was not a submissive person. She had already died once, so who was afraid of whom?
She didn't care, and said bluntly: "Good intentions are nothing, look at what your sect leader is like, why don't you let him go in a nice way!"
After saying that, the girl lifted up the old man's clothes and exposed the horrific wound on his abdomen to the guy who didn't understand etiquette.
Seeing this scene, the man was a little shocked, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly, "This... can you restore the wound to its original state?"
Mu Wan'er was still angry, "If you don't bother me, it's no problem."
Hearing the girl in front of him speak like this, the man holding the sword remained silent and took back the sword with a guilty look on his face.
The man who claimed to be intoxicated by the Immortality Sect took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and placed it gently on the table next to him, "This is our secret healing medicine."
Then he bowed and saluted, "I was rude, I apologize to the girl."
Mu Wan'er didn't even look at the porcelain vase. She had scolded the man in front of her hundreds of times in her heart, "I don't want anything that a stinky man has touched!"
Mu Wan'er turned her head again, not looking at this somewhat annoying man, and continued to concentrate on grooming the old man carefully.
