There's Something Wrong with This Corpse Collector.

My name is Chen Mo, and my job is to collect corpses. After the disaster, dead people were picked up from the rubble, dragged out, registered, burned, and work points were recorded. No. 0731 Survivor Base, Corpse Recovery Team of the Logistics Support Department, No. 0037. Until one day, I came across the body of a little girl. She was holding a fruit candy in her hand, but the wrapper was wrinkled and not opened. There was a "ding" in my head - not an auditory hallucination, but her last words. She was thinking: Will her mother be unhappy if she hasn't eaten the candy yet? From then on, I realized that I was not a waste. Turbid blood is not weak, it is "blank paper" - it can bear anything. I can hear the dying thoughts of the dead. Those charred figures that were regarded as "monsters" in the ancestral realm were not enemies, but were asking for help. They have been waiting for years, decades, hundreds of years, not for rescue, but for someone to hear them. But hearing comes at a cost. After entering the ancestral realm for the first time, my blood cell nuclei This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.