Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

Next, Wang Dabao also recounted what he had experienced the day before.


Wang Dabao's job in the funeral parlor was fairly easy-going. He had to clean daily and dust off the coffins. 


The workload depended on the number of coffins stored in the funeral parlor. Recently, the number of coffins in the Qin family's funeral parlor was not too high, just over a hundred. Generally, he could finish cleaning all of them by noon, and then take the rest of the day off.


High pay, relaxed work, this was indeed a very good job.


Of course, this job is not suitable for just anyone.


In such a large funeral parlor with only one coffin watcher, having to move between rows of coffins to clean each day. Only a brave man like Wang Dabao could handle this job happily. Any other person would be frightened just to clean the dust off the coffin—let alone live here overnight—they might go insane.


Yesterday morning, Wang Dabao cleaned others' coffins first and saved Madam Qin's morgue for last.


Chapter 112: The Woman Who Crawled Out of the Coffin (Part 2)