Chapter 905

Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

"Where is Naji? Did he go out? What about Gray Stick? Gray Stick can't be seen by others; she is a Green Elf Priest now. So who is in charge? Lisha, you're in charge, right? You are the person in charge now," Negris asked around, only to find that Lisha was the only one here who could show her face.

"I've been promoted? Oh my, you should have said so earlier. I've already come back to find people. If you say I'm the person in charge now, people will be angry, right? I'll be the person in charge next time; you guys take charge this time," Lisha said happily.

Negris said unhappily, "In your dreams. You don't have to be in charge anymore; the promotion is canceled."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the Monarch. The Monarch was the only one here who could barely receive guests; one couldn't let Ang, this construct, do the receiving.

The Monarch took a deep breath of 'air'. *Whoosh*, the death aura permeating his body instantly vanished without a trace. However, he still said, "Is the other party a Death Summoner? Although he can't perceive my death aura, he also can't perceive my life aura. This is the biggest problem. If I get seen through, can I chop him?"

Negris said distressingly, "How would I know? You are the King; you decide for yourself."

Ang walked up, rubbed his fingers, and sprinkled wood shavings onto the Monarch. Before long, a layer of dodder grew on the leather armor. Now there was no fear of lacking life aura.

The Monarch moved around a bit and found it didn't affect him, so he strode toward the cemetery entrance, saying as he walked, "Fine, I'll go meet him. If there's a problem, I'll chop him."

A few minutes ago.

Scavenger Al looked at the completely transformed mass grave and stepped on the clean gravel ground with some disbelief, saying in shock, "Is this really the Death Canyon? Why does it feel like a garden?"

His companion was also dumbfounded. The Undead Summoner Shaya, who had come with them, frowned and said, "Did you bring us the wrong way? There isn't a hint of the smell of death here."

Al smiled bitterly and said, "My lord Summoner, we don't know either. I've been delivering the deceased since I was fifteen, and it's been over twenty years until today. I wouldn't go wrong even with my eyes closed, but we are also confused. We were just here last week, and today it's become like this. However, this is definitely a cemetery."

"Why are you so sure?" Shaya asked.

"Look, it's written there. I recognize the two characters for 'Cemetery'; I don't recognize the rest." Al had been a scavenger for over twenty years. Besides dealing with street trash and excrement, he dealt with cemeteries the most, so he could barely recognize the two characters for cemetery.

This already accounted for half of the characters he knew; the other half was his own name.

Scavengers were those who cleaned the streets. These days, sweeping the streets was a bitter chore. Besides having to face human and animal manure, smelly fish and rotten shrimp, and drunkards' vomit, one also had to face corpses that died on the street. Those who froze to death at night were fine, but if it was one fished out of a sewer or river...

Only those poor to a certain extent and of humble status would engage in the profession of a scavenger. However, compared to sweeping the streets, delivering the deceased was the most lucrative chore, so people often scrambled to do it.

After all, even those who died suddenly had more or less some property on them. Even tattered clothes could be worth a few coins. If one encountered a windfall, like gold teeth or gold rings, then one would get rich.

At worst, ownerless corpses were still wanted by someone. For example, this Shaya was one of their long-term clients.

It was just that this time, for some reason, the conditions for the remains Shaya needed were too harsh, so they could only bring him to the mass grave to look around.

Shaya even gave them a reward of two silver coins each and said he would reward them three silver coins each if they found a suitable one, so Al was quite diligent.

Unexpectedly, the mass grave that hadn't even passed a week had completely changed. Not only was it no longer gloomy, terrifying, damp, and dim, but it was paved with gravel, clean and tidy, with fresh air, as if one had entered a garden.

Seeing them arrive, a boy of eleven or twelve, wearing an 'Anxi' vest, came up to greet them: "Hello, are you here to deliver the deceased?"

Al was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously.

The boy said, "My name is Saiji, a trainee night watchman of the Anxi Cemetery. Please send the deceased onto the stone platform."

While speaking, he led everyone to a stone slab platform covered with straw mats.

Al and the other scavengers were a bit confused. What was the situation? Wasn't it always just finding a corner to dig a hole and bury them after pulling them over in the past?

Although the situation was unclear, Al still followed the instructions and picked up the remains onto the platform.

Saiji took out a piece of wood, held a string of stamps in his right hand, and asked, "What is the name of the deceased?"

Al said, "We don't know. We fished them out of the river."

Saiji took a stamp and pressed it down: "Are there any family members? Do they have any faith? Is a funeral ceremony needed?"

Al's answers were all 'no'. Saiji also stamped a few times. Shaya really couldn't help but lean over to look and found that there were six grids on the wooden board, all of which were now 'X' stamps.

After stamping, Saiji tied the wooden board to the intact part of the remains, then wrapped the remains with a straw mat and sang in a low voice: "You have stopped breathing, but you have not died. Soul flames will replace life, leading to the path of the afterlife. May your soul rest in peace forever."

Shaya was a bit stunned listening to this.

Saiji stood up and waved a bell. With a crisp ringing sound, four planting constructs walked over, lifted the straw-wrapped remains, and slowly, step by step, walked solemnly toward the depths of the cemetery.

Shaya couldn't hold back anymore, grabbed Saiji, and asked, "Saiji Shou... Saiji kid, what song were you singing just now? Who wrote it?"

Saiji said, "It's the Song of Rest, written by the night watchman of the cemetery. Did it offend the deceased?"

Shaya asked curiously, "We don't know the corpse... the deceased, but what if it offended them, how would you handle it?"

He wanted to say he didn't know the corpse, but Saiji kept calling them the deceased, making him feel a bit embarrassed. He could feel a kind of respect for the dead from this form of address.

Saiji scratched his head: "I asked, didn't I? If there is a faith, your rituals can be adopted. If not, then I will send them on their final journey. Is that okay?"

"Yes, yes, absolutely okay," Shaya said hurriedly. "So that's what the questions you asked earlier meant. Then why do you use stamps?"

Saiji said with some embarrassment, "I'm illiterate."

"Oh, but you're illiterate, yet you ask for the name of the deceased. If there is a name, how do you register it?" Shaya asked curiously.

"Stamp a number. If there are family members, give the family members a tag with the same number, and then the family members can find someone to write a tombstone. We will bury them in front of the tomb with the same number," Saiji said.

Shaya nodded approvingly: "So that's how it is. The process is very formal. Do you have someone here who writes tombstones?"

"Yes," Saiji turned his head to look and said, "She's not here right now; she went to feed the baby. But you don't need to write a tombstone, so we won't call her."

Shaya nodded and continued to ask, "How did you become a trainee night watchman? How old are you? Aren't you afraid of seeing corpses?"

Saiji scratched his head and said in a small, embarrassed voice, "I'm an orphan adopted by Sister Lisha. Sister Lisha was hired by the night watchman, and she shamelessly brought us along to get food. It's called a trainee, but it's actually giving us a job to support ourselves. As for corpses, as long as they don't move, I'm not afraid."

To train their courage, the Monarch had summoned remains to dance on the graves and even made them dance together, so they had long been immunized.

Shaya thought he was joking and instead praised the night watchman's arrangement, saying, "The night watchman is a good person. I want to visit this night watchman."

Saiji couldn't make the decision, but Lisha happened to return after feeding the baby, so Saiji quickly handed the person over to her.

"Visit the night watchman? The night watchman went out and will come back to watch at night. That's why he's called a night watchman. If he watches during the day, wouldn't he be a day watchman?"

Shaya had black lines on his forehead: "That's not what night watchman means. Forget it, who is in charge here? I want to see the person in charge. I, Undead Summoner Shaya Gruman, request to see the person in charge of Anxi Cemetery."

Shaya's formal request to see them startled Lisha, who ran to report it. A few minutes later, the Monarch, covered in leather armor and with his head and face hidden, arrived with a planting construct and a construct bird.