After inheriting the family funeral home, I just want to lie down and make a little money.
Until an astronomically priced order came to my door, asking me to cremate a "corpse" that exuded endless divine light.
In line with professional ethics, I started the live broadcast and pushed "him" into the cremation furnace in front of the entire network!
In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and a thunderstorm came! Millions of believers poured into the live broadcast room, crying that I was a blasphemous sinner!
But in my mind, a cold reminder sounded: [Ding! After successfully cremating the mountain god clone, you have inherited the power: the power of the earth!
Looking at the street full of kneeling believers and the urgent order for the next "Fallen Angel", I silently took out my calculator.
"Sorry, I'm a professional. In the face of death, all living beings are equal... But you can jump in line if you add money."
