As an Embalmer, It Makes Sense to Dissect a God, Right?

Three years later, Ning Ye thought he had slowly adapted to the world and begun to accept his new self. In order to earn a living, he took advantage of his fine traditions and inherited the profession of his original parents, so he gloriously became an undertaker at the Imperial Funeral Home. The wounds were sutured, the appearance was tidied up, and the deceased was allowed to go on the road with dignity. The dead are emotionally stable and always keep secrets. Ning Ye is very satisfied with this sacred profession. Until late one night, an unknown man's body was delivered to the workbench, his chest torn apart by high temperature, and the inspection form said "accidental fall". The moment Ning Ye's fingertips touched the corpse, under the silence of the gods, a gray mist space descended. The "extraordinary world" hidden behind daily life suddenly opened its door to him. What's even more terrible is that the pure black pet snake he has kept for three years has wrapped around his wrist at some point and is staring at the extraordinary corpse on the workbench with a pair of greedy dark gold vertical pupils. Ning Ye looked at the bloody suture needle in his hand, then at the black snake that was about to move, and sighed. When an undercurrent of extraordinary crisis swept across the city, and the aloof Awakeneds were fighting for profit and survival, shouting "my lord" and praying to the gods, Ning Ye just put on sterile latex gloves slowly and picked up the scalpel that shone with cold light. "A god?" "Since it's lying on my workbench, it's my client." "As an embalmer who upholds the spirit of craftsmanship, in order to better explore the cause of death, I sent him to his last journey..." "I'll dissect the gods a little bit and inherit some inheritance. Isn't this reasonable?"