From the undertaker to the great sage

Jinmen, Heishui Ancient Town.

In the old alley in the south of the city, every household closed its doors early and turned off the lights, except for the shroud shop with a white lantern hanging at the end of the alley, the door was still ajar.

In the shop, candlelight flickered.

Li Xiang sat in front of a long dark red table, holding a silver needle as thin as an ox hair in his hand, looking as focused as if he was carving a rare treasure.

Lying on the table in front of him was a corpse.

To be precise, it was a tragically broken corpse.

The head and neck were separated. The skin and flesh were rolled up at the fracture, and the bone stubble was uneven. It was obvious that someone had cut it off with a dull knife.

"Be patient, you'll be fine soon."

Li Xiang muttered to himself, but his hands moved incredibly fast.

The silver needle pulls the special silk thread and shuttles between the pale flesh.

The stitching method he used was very strange. It was not an ordinary stitch, but rather like embroidery. Every time a stitch fell, the rolled skin and flesh were stuck together tightly, and even the blood stains were a little lighter.

This is not saving people, but cultivating the golden body.

The dead are the most honorable people.

You give him dignity and he will keep you safe.

If you are perfunctory and unable to swallow your breath, he will knock on the door in the middle of the night.

"The skin around the neck needs to be tightened, otherwise it will easily collapse during burial... Alas, these days, the art of beheading is becoming more and more fashionable, and the cut is like a dog gnawing."

Li Xiang complained while skillfully tying a hidden knot, and finally wiped away the blood on the neck of the corpse with a warm wet towel.

After some manipulation, the originally ferocious corpse seemed much more peaceful at this moment. Even the scar on the broken neck was just like a shallow red line if you didn't look carefully.

[Complete a corpse suture, the embalmer experience +1]

A line of light blue letters that only Li Xiang could see fleetingly disappeared on his retinas with the lightning on the rainy night.

Li Xiang did not stop, his eyes were lowered, and his movements were mechanical and precise.

"After traveling for a month, I have sewn hundreds of corpses, and this damn progress bar is finally full."

He sighed silently in his heart.

In the depths of my mind, a simple and thick book bound by unknown animal skins floated quietly.

[Bai Ye Shu] The three characters are looming on the cover, giving off a desolate and ancient meaning.

The pages of the book open automatically, and the content of the first page is clearly visible.

[Occupation: Embalmer]

[Level: Lv9 (89/90)]

[Level: Level 0]

[Professional characteristics: Corpse Sense (Elementary)]

[Corpse Sense (Elementary): Being exposed to corpses all year round, your body temperature will always be lower than that of ordinary people, and your heartbeat will be slow. Your resistance to corpse poison, yin energy, and evil spirits is greatly improved, and your physical recovery speed increases by 10% at night or in dark environments. 】

[Professional ability: Rest in Peace]

[Rest in Peace: The corpse that has been gathered, stitched, and made up by your hands will be suppressed by the rules. No matter how strong the grievances are, it will not change within seven days. ]

[Tip: The next level Lv10 unlocks new professional abilities]

This is the first page, and there is a second page after it.

[Occupation: Chef]

[Level: Lv4 (36/40)]

[Level: Level 0]

[Professional characteristics: Fireworks Gas (Elementary)]

[Pyrotechnics Gas (Elementary): As a cook, he brings with him the smoke of human fireworks. For those low-level sneaky people who are afraid of yang energy and like darkness, the smell of oil smoke and stove gas on your body is the best talisman. 】

[Professional abilities: None]

[Tip: The next level Lv5 unlocks new professional abilities]

…………

In this world of war and chaos, where demons are rampant, this [Book of Hundreds of Industries] is Li Xiang’s only source of support.

Unlike those cheat systems that only issue tasks, [Book of Hundreds of Industries] is as silent as a mute. It has no intelligence, no mall, and no punishment for erasure. Its only function is to visualize "career".

As long as Li wants to perform actions consistent with "professional logic", he can gain experience.

"Still a little more experienced."

Li Xiang looked at the last gap in the abdomen of the corpse, and the silver needle in his hand fell again.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the two heavy cypress doors of the shop were violently kicked open from the outside.

The wet and cold wind mixed with rain poured in instantly, causing the oil lamps in the house to flicker on and off, almost extinguishing them.

Li Xiang's hand was as steady as a rock, and he didn't even frown. The silver needle still penetrated the flesh accurately.

Three big men wearing black raincoats broke in.

They carried a shiny bamboo stick on their backs.

Two green nylon ropes were tied to the stick. Not only did it smell like rainwater, but it was also mixed with a strong smell of low-quality tobacco and the odor of sweat that lingers in the dock all year round.

The leader was a bald man with a sinewy face, a bulging bag on his waist, a box cannon on his shoulder, and a windproof lantern in his hand.

"Xiao Li, are you still busy?"

The bald man put the lantern on the dusty altar table and grinned, showing his rotten teeth yellowed by smoke, but there was no hint of politeness in his tone.

Li Xiang finally finished sewing the last stitch, tying knots, and cutting threads with smooth movements.

[Complete a corpse suture, the embalmer’s experience value +1]

[The embalmer’s level is increased to Lv10]

[Professional abilities are being unlocked...]

A warm current flashed through his mind. Li Xiang did not rush to check the new ability. Instead, he slowly inserted the silver needle back into the needle bag, picked up the wet cloth on the side and wiped his hands, and then turned around to look at the bald head.

"It turns out to be Mr. Huang from the Yellow Dog Gang." Li Xiang's voice was cold, revealing the frailty of a young man. "Did I visit late at night to see off guests, or to take shelter from the rain?"

"Seeing off guests, but not our Yellow Dogs It's an urgent job for the military master who is passing through Blackwater Town and heading to Jinmen."

The bald man known as Mr. Huang was not annoyed. He just waved his hand and the two followers behind him immediately gave up their positions respectfully, revealing several figures standing in the rain.

At the door, there were five or six big men in military uniforms.

The military uniforms on their bodies were wet and stained with mud and dark red blood. They were the Black Tiger Army uniforms of the Tianjin warlords.

This group of people is famous for killing people without blinking an eye, and they are worse than bandits.

The leading officer was as tall as a black bear.

He was not wearing a military cap, and there was a ferocious scar across his bald head.

The most heart-stopping thing is his left hand. It is not a human hand at all, but an animal claw covered with black hair and nails like hooks.

The beast's claw was still twitching slightly, and the blood vessels on it were protruding like earthworms. It was obviously some kind of inferior demon limb transplant surgery.

Speaking of demon limb transplant surgery, we have to talk about this great new dynasty where human lives are like nothing.

It is now the third year of the New Dynasty. The old power has collapsed and the national destiny is shattered.

Several southern provinces declared independence and jointly established a new government in an attempt to save the country with new learning.

The north fell into the chaos of warlord rule.

On the coastline, the ironclad ships of foreign powers roared day and night. They not only brought guns and cannons, but also a new career system full of steel, gears and alchemical potions.

Demon limb transplant surgery is one of the professional abilities called [Doctor].

Occupation is the bridge between man and nature.

In this world, there are three religions and nine streams, hundreds of schools of thought, three hundred and sixty professions, and the best in each profession. As long as you study to the extreme in any profession, you can become a professional.

But it is extremely difficult to enter the industry. It requires long-term hard work or work experience. Only after hard work can you touch the threshold.

Those who have evil intentions or violate professional ethics will be backlashed by professional rules and degenerate into monsters that are neither human nor ghosts.

As soon as Li Xiang woke up, he traveled through this troubled world and became the owner of a shroud shop in Heishui Town, Jinmen.

According to the original person’s memory, he also had a grandfather who took a drop-off order four months ago and has not come back yet. If Li Xiang hadn’t had the help of Baiye Shu, he wouldn’t have been able to support the job of the shroud shop.

"Old Li buried my parents." Mr. Huang took out a cigarette, lit it on the oil lamp, and took a deep breath.

"I, Huang San, am a loyal person, and I also know that Xiao Li's skills have made his way into the industry, so I naturally want to introduce this kind of big business to you."

It's easy to ask the gods but hard to give them away. This is not a big business that is easy to mess with.

Li Xiang squinted his eyes, his gaze stayed on the beast's claw for half a second, and then immediately moved away.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The leading officer's voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed charcoal in his throat. He strode into the store and slapped the counter hard with his animal claws. Several deep scratches were instantly scratched on the hard pear wood counter.

"Are you the boss here?"

"Yes, yes, little Li Xiang, thanks to the care of the neighbors, I can make a living."

Li Xiang shrank his neck, looking frightened, but secretly tightened the short knife in his sleeve.

"Will you serve the dead?" The officer stared at him sadly, with a ferocious beast-like light in his turbid yellow eyes.

"Look what you said, the little one runs a shroud shop, and what he eats is this bowl of rice for the dead. Whether it's sewing corpses, makeup, or salvation, he knows a little bit about it." Li Xiang smiled apologetically.

"As long as you understand."

The officer waved the claw and shouted at the door: "Bring it in!"