Gao Wu: Every Corpse Is My Save Point

One hundred and thirty years after the spiritual energy was revived, Blue Star entered the era of high martial arts. Warriors can open mountains, break rocks, and block alien beasts in cracks, but they will also die. More than 30,000 warriors die in the rift every year, and someone needs to collect the bodies. This is what Shen Yan does. The Ninth Funeral Home in Jiangnan City has a burial martial artist with a monthly salary of four thousand two thousand. He is responsible for setting the bones, suturing, and coffins of those warriors who have died incompletely. Until he was arranging an unknown body and was choked by the other party. At the moment of death, a line of words appeared in front of his eyes: [Whether to read the archive: Third-level warrior Chen Jiu died of a broken throat bone. Shen Yan chose "yes". Then he opened his eyes and stood in the morgue, with the Shattering Cloud Palm in his palm that he had never learned before. On the autopsy table behind him, the index finger of the body that should have been cold moved slightly. Later, Shen Yan realized that what he was collecting was not the corpse, but the archive. It's also debt.