Chapter 1 Borrowing Brains

It rained heavily.

Beside the low bushes, two men in raincoats were digging a hole.

The excavated soil was thrown out with the shovel and thrown into the mud pit on the side, splashing water all over the sky.

"Third uncle, it's almost done."

Chen Luo stopped, stuck the shovel into the soil, put his other hand on the handle of the shovel, and said to the older man next to him.

The third uncle also stopped. In just a short while, a lot of water had accumulated in the mud pit they had just dug.

"Bury it."

The third uncle glanced at the row of straw mats covered with yellow mud at his feet.

This is a group of corpses whose names are unknown, and who killed them is unknown. In order to prevent the spread of the epidemic, the government asked their uncle and nephew to come over and deal with it.

This is their profession.

Corpse collector.

To put it bluntly, they are cheap servants who clean up the land for the government and Jianghu organizations.

Chen Luo didn't want to live like this. When he traveled back in time, he never thought that he would be doing this kind of work of digging holes and burying people.

Keren has to live!

This world is very strange.

There was chaos outside, and it was not the dynasty that I was familiar with. There were still some charlatans coming and going at night, and they might lose their heads at any time. In order to survive and have enough to eat, he took refuge with his third uncle in the city and lived a life that was envied by the villagers. Digging pits and burying corpses also started at that time, and this process lasted three years.

Once this year is over, he will be twenty!

"good."

Chen Luo grabbed the straw mat next to him with one hand and moved the person into the mud pit.

Anyone else would have kicked the body down with one kick, but Chen Luo wouldn't. Neither can the third uncle who taught him.

The third uncle said that this is the rule of the corpse collector.

Respect everyone who has died.

Chen Luo learned it and remembered it. He didn't know why his third uncle asked him to do this, but there must be a reason. Every line of work has its own wisdom. Chen Luo didn't feel that he had traveled through time. The knowledge in his head was better than what others had accumulated for generations. Experience is more useful.

The first body was put down and soon mixed with the mud and water.

The rainstorm was so heavy that the body was submerged in the turbid water. Fortunately, these are all nameless Jianghu people, and their bodies are not complete, so there is no need to pay attention to this.

Just bury it.

After putting down the first body, Chen Luo climbed up to carry the second body.

The third uncle was watching from the side, paying attention to Chen Luo's every move, and would give him a heads up from time to time.

Collecting corpses is not a simple job.

Normal beggars who die of old age don't have to worry, but these charlatans are different. Most of them died in vendettas, and even if some of them died, they still carried poison in their bodies. Many young corpse collectors were poisoned to death by poison while collecting the corpses of Jianghu people. In addition to charlatans, there is another kind of corpse that we should be careful about, and that is disaster victims. Because many disaster victims died of illness, such corpses can still transmit diseases and cause death even if they are dead.

Poisons and diseases.

These are the natural enemies of corpse collectors.

"Xiao Luo, are you almost 20?" The third uncle looked at Chen Luo working hard, his eyes full of relief.

He still recognized his eldest brother's son very much.

Be down-to-earth and willing to work hard.

The most important thing is to be careful. This quality is hard to see in young people. Since learning from him, Chen Luo has never made any fatal mistakes, and he can learn everything as soon as he is taught. Now Chen Laosan doesn't have much useful information in his hands. In a few days, his nephew will be able to go out and set up a household.

"The new year is here."

Chen Luo, who put down the body, turned around and responded. He didn't understand why his third uncle said this.

"It's time to get married. When the new year starts, my third uncle will go out to the streets to find a matchmaker for you. He will help you find someone with a thick waist and a big butt, so that he can help our old Chen family expand."

The third uncle grinned.

People of their generation like those who can bear children the most, and they look down on thin women.

"You're not in a hurry, are you?"

Chen Luo had a look of rejection on his face.

He really couldn't accept the aesthetic values ​​of the older generation. Thinking about living with such a wife in the future, he had the urge to dig a hole and bury himself.

"You brat is still unwilling. When you get married, you will know the benefits of a big butt!"

This is not the first time that the third uncle has brought up this topic with Chen Luo.

Facing his third uncle's teasing, Chen Luo simply ignored it. After putting the body down, he got up from the pit again and prepared to carry the last body. At this time, the rain was getting heavier, and it was also mixed with wind, which hurt my face. A mud puddle next to them was washed away by the rain, forming a small mud flow, which turned the two people's trouser legs into a yellow mud color. The straw mat wrapping the body was also washed away by the mud flow. Chen Luo, who was confused, accidentally caught the head of the corpse through the straw mat.

"careful!"

Chen Laosan's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward and pinched Chen Luo's wrist. With his other hand, he quickly took out the red rope and strangled the blood vessel.

If he was poisoned, strangling the blood vessels would give Chen Luo a chance to break his arm without directly losing his life.

Chen Luo was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took another look at the corpse.

His pupils shrank slightly, and before he could take a closer look, he heard Uncle San's voice in his ear, and then his right arm was tied up with a red rope, which made his wrist hurt.

"I'm fine. I'm just a poor man. I don't have any poison on my body."

Chen Luo, who came back to his senses, responded quickly, looked at his palms that had not changed color, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He himself was shocked.

Since he started his career, he has heard a lot of rumors, such as people who accidentally touched the corpse of a jianghu and were poisoned to death, people who contracted diseases and coughed up blood and died, etc.

The poison in this world is very unreasonable. Even if it is on the corpse, it will still kill people after touching it. So under normal circumstances, they will never open the straw mat, let alone touch the corpse with their hands.

"You kid, you are going to die!"

Chen Laosan breathed a sigh of relief, and then slapped Chen Luo on the back of his head in anger.

"Get out of the way, watch carefully! Mistakes in collecting corpses can kill people."

After driving Chen Luo away, Chen Laosan took action himself. First, he wrapped the body with a straw mat again, and then bowed to the body. Then he carefully lifted it up and placed it at the edge of the dug pit. At this time, the pit was half submerged in mud and water, and the body would soon disappear after it was put in.

The turbid mud and water gathered more and more, and the mud scattered around began to flow into it.

Seeing this, Chen Laosan did not delay any longer. After climbing out of the pit, he called Chen Luo to start filling the soil.

With the joint efforts of the two, the pit was filled up in a short while. After that, the two piled some soil on it and pressed it into a small mound. After stomping on the wordless stone tablet given to them by the court, this simple tomb was completed.

"Goodbye, everyone."

After filling the tomb, Chen Laosan took out a pot of inferior wine mixed with water from the box behind him and poured it on the wordless stone tablet.

This is the habit of corpse collectors, which is to say goodbye to the dead to avoid being entangled by them.

After toasting and chanting.

The heaviest rain had passed, Chen Laosan came over to take another look at Chen Luo's hand. After confirming that there was no problem, he untied the red rope and took it back.

"Let's go."

Chen Laosan packed up his things, put the wine bottle and some cheap props for sacrifice back into the box, and walked down the mountain with Chen Luo.

This trip was considered to be done, and it was time to go back to collect the reward money.

Chen Luo followed behind, and after walking about a hundred steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

In his field of vision, there was an extra gray scale.

‘Contacted with the brain waves of the dead, damage 92%, do you want to read it? ’

He tried to focus his attention and soon saw a row of familiar words.

“Read!”

Chen Luo muttered silently.

Soon, the words on it changed, and a layer of strange frequency entered his brain, just like connecting to an external device. The next second, a series of intermittent text contents appeared in his mind.

‘Boil the orchid ball and the iron wire grass until they are three-quarters cooked and boil them into juice. Eat it with white flower fruit to increase strength. ’

After reading this sentence, Chen Luo instantly understood what his ability was.

The source of this information was the obsession left by the corpse he touched not long ago, and it was also the content he remembered in his mind until his death.

“Is this the content of the residual brain wave record of that Jianghu guest? In other words, I can read the brain waves of the dead?”

Chen Luo instantly understood the function of his ability.

This world is not pure ancient times, but more like a mixed era of multi-ethnic integration.

There is government pressure at the top, but the underworld gangs and local snake organizations have their own power territories. On the surface, everyone maintains the face of the court and does things according to the rules, but what to do at night is up to the underworld.

When he first came to this world, Chen Luo also wanted to learn martial arts.

Because only by learning martial arts can you change your life.

Doing business alone will not work in this chaotic world.

But Chen Luo thought of many ways, but he couldn't get in touch with the martial arts class. To be precise, among all the people he knew, no one had really been in touch with martial arts. This is not surprising. The monopoly of the rights and interests class is innate and rarely delegated. The most straightforward proof of the society before crossing is that everyone knows that playing with finance makes money, but how many people can really play with finance? At best, they are "leeks" or "tools", the kind of "pseudo-finance" that is harvested as soon as they enter. The real big bosses who manipulate finance are blocked from the lower level.

"These herbs are not difficult to find. They can become the last obsession of a Jianghu traveler, so they should have some effects."

The day after burying the body, Chen Luo, who received the reward, bought some of the herbs in the obsession.

It was not expensive. It only cost three big bucks to buy a set of medicine.

It was dawn.

Chen Luo was cooking the medicine in a broken pottery pot in the stable, and the pungent smell echoed in the yard.

It was because the third uncle went out to drink wine last night. If he was still in the yard, he would definitely come out and beat people.

The yard where the third uncle lived was not big, with only two rooms in total. When cooking in the yard, the smell in the house was all connected.

A quarter of an hour later.

The potion was cooked, and the herbs were all boiled into dregs. The dark potion in the pottery pot did not look like something that people could drink.

Chen Luo picked up the pottery pot and opened the lid.

Put it to his nose and smelled it.

The pungent and spicy smell almost made him cry. After the spiciness, there was a foul smell, just like a rotten egg that had been left for ten days or half a month, which made him almost vomit the overnight meal. It was hard to imagine that after boiling several normal medicinal materials together, they could release such a terrible smell.

"Is this stuff really drinkable?"

After vomiting, Chen Luo looked at the pottery pot in his hand, his face full of doubt.

But the money was already spent, so he couldn't just waste it like this.

Chen Luo glanced at the dog raised by his uncle. He remembered that when he first came to the city to his uncle's place, the mangy dog ​​had bitten a pair of his pants. In the corner, the mangy dog, hiding in the corner, was frightened by the stench and tightened its tail. It felt vaguely that something bad might happen.

"Dahua, come here, I'll give you an extra meal today."

Chen Luo held the can and waved to the mangy dog ​​with a kind face.

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