I Cultivated to the Forbidden Supreme in the Funeral Parlor

The last order of the cancer mother burned the Chinese Supreme. When Chen Qingyang, a funeral apprentice, took over the night shift body spa, he touched the jade ring in the arms of a gangster. When his eyes opened after death, he saw the smuggled ledger in the memory of the deceased - it was sandwiched in the same file as his mother's cancer medical records. The rules of this business: Don't touch shady wealth when you are alive, and don't ask about cause and effect when you die. But when the corpses of martyrs are being wiped, the shroud's superpowers are awakened, when the tomb figurines from the Tang Dynasty crack open at the bottom of the cremation furnace, and when Meituan riders start delivering mutant crystal nuclei... Chen Qingyang knew that the funeral parlor contract with a monthly salary of three thousand was the life and death book of the entire civilization. In the era of Xuanhuang's resurgence, all three hundred and sixty lines can become saints. Delivery workers burn their lives to grab orders, Didi drivers summon Lu Bu's remnant soul to race, and real estate agents monopolize safe houses in haunted houses. And Chen Qingyang holds the four sacred vessels of funerals: The mourning stick shattered Mount Fuji, the soul-inducing flag marked the island of Taiwan, the corpse cremator produced the national jade seal, and the urn contained human fire. The biggest business in this world is to let those who should go go and those who should stay. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.