Doomsday Pavilion

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

Qin Mountain is divided into two hills, one large and one small, covering an 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 shady 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 actually a concealed forest trail leading to the depths of the hill. The potted truck drove very smoothly, and seemed to have been here many times before.

At a distance of about one kilometer, 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.

She hummed an unknown tone, her face was full of happiness and pride, and there was a certain green light in her eyes flickering-that 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. Two long dragons are discharged from the left side of the guardrail, one is almost stagnant, and people move up the mountain step by step.

The other long dragon appeared to be much sparser. Coming down from the mountain, some people were holding a few pieces of yellow 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 short visit, they would be sent to the incinerator, leaving only a few bones, 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, there is a big word Xia written in black.

The slums who had lined up for a day took out the prepared certificates in front of the window, quietly paid the deposit, and received the incineration coupon of Master Xia. There was no language exchange during the whole process, and it was very quiet.

Since the Mingguang Funeral Home introduced this system, it has provided people in the slums with a way to feed their families. Here, if you queue up for the evolutionary adults a day or two, you can get back dozens, hundreds or even more. The circulation point of this is a bargain to the sky.

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

Originally, a group of people who didn’t work hard and didn’t distinguish their grains could only starve to death in Xiacheng, but now it’s different. Although they are often despised, they can still get drunk and enthusiastic when they return to Shangcheng after earning tickets. The last few days are good.

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 living in 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's history. He 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 the old calendar. Master Xia is said to have a bit of a tendon in his mind... 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. Only Master Xia’s road is so crowded?"

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

there,

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

Xia Dasha scratched the back of his head.

"No trouble, there is another person in the stove, I went back to work..."

Xia Dashou scratched his head, looked at Qingquanshan in his hand, 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, for me 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 were a little overwhelmed and nervous.

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

"You're a miss! Your whole family are all misses!" Bonsai cursed 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 minute, wait a minute."

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 in satisfaction, see if he has any acquaintances, it's easy to do!

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 an excellent 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 saturated with sweat.

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

This damn thing is going to be heat stroke!

The poor father swallowed 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 be 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, grandma, I have always done business with a penny and a penny. You can't deceive 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..."

There was no pause for ten minutes.

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 popsicles turned around and walked halfway up the mountain before he suddenly slapped his thigh and cried,

"No, I'm here to line up to order the corpse burning coupon!"