I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

It rained heavily.

Beside the low bushes, two men in raincoats were digging a hole.

The excavated soil was thrown out with the shovel and thrown into the mud pit on the side, splashing water all over the sky.

"Third uncle, it's almost done."

Chen Luo stopped, stuck the shovel into the soil, put his other hand on the handle of the shovel, and said to the older man next to him.

The third uncle also stopped. In just a short while, a lot of water had accumulated in the mud pit they had just dug.

"Bury it."

The third uncle glanced at the row of straw mats covered with yellow mud at his feet.

This is a group of corpses whose names are unknown, and who killed them is unknown. In order to prevent the spread of the epidemic, the government asked their uncle and nephew to come over and deal with it.

This is their profession.

Corpse collector.

To put it bluntly, they are cheap servants who clean up the land for the government and Jianghu organizations.

Chen Luo didn't want to live like this. When he traveled back in time, he never thought that he would be doing this kind of work of digging holes and burying people.

Keren has to live!

This world is very strange.

There was chaos outside, and it was not the dynasty that I was familiar with. There were still some charlatans coming and going at night, and they might lose their heads at any time. In order to survive and have enough to eat, he took refuge with his third uncle in the city and lived a life that was envied by the villagers. Digging pits and burying corpses also started at that time, and this process lasted three years.

Once this year is over, he will be twenty!

"good."

Chen Luo grabbed the straw mat next to him with one hand and moved the person into the mud pit.

Anyone else would have kicked the body down with one kick, but Chen Luo wouldn't. Neither could the third uncle who taught him.

The third uncle said that this is the rule of the corpse collector.

Respect everyone who has died.

Chen Luo learned it and remembered it. He didn't know why his third uncle asked him to do this, but there must be a reason. Every line of work has its own wisdom. Chen Luo didn't feel that he had traveled through time. The knowledge in his head was better than what others had summarized for generations. Experience is more useful.

The first body was put down and soon mixed with the mud and water.

The rainstorm was so heavy that the body was submerged in the turbid water. Fortunately, these are all nameless charlatans, and their bodies are not complete, so there is no need to pay attention to this.

Just put it into the ground.

After putting down the first body, Chen Luo climbed up to carry the second body.

The third uncle was watching from the side, paying attention to Chen Luo's every move, and would give him a heads up from time to time.

Collecting corpses is not a simple job.

Normal beggars who die of old age don't have to worry, but these charlatans are different. Most of them died in vendettas, and even if some of them died, they still carried poison with them. Many young corpse collectors were poisoned to death while collecting the corpses of Jianghu people. In addition to charlatans, there is another kind of corpse that we should be careful about, and that is disaster victims. Because many disaster victims died of illness, such corpses can still transmit diseases and cause death even if they are dead.

Poisons and epidemics.

These are the natural enemies of corpse collectors.

"Xiao Luo, are you almost 20?" The third uncle looked at Chen Luo working hard, his eyes full of relief.

He still recognized his eldest brother's son very much.

Be down-to-earth and willing to work hard.

The most important thing is to be careful. This quality is hard to see in young people. Since learning from him, Chen Luo has never made any fatal mistakes, and he can learn everything as soon as he is taught. Now Chen Laosan doesn't have much useful information in his hands. In a few days, this nephew will be able to go out and set up a household.

"The new year is here."

Chen Luo, who put down the body, turned around and responded. He didn't understand why his third uncle said this.

"It's time to get married. When the New Year starts, Third Uncle will go out to the streets to find a matchmaker for you. He will help you find someone with a thick waist and a big butt, so that he can help our old Chen family expand."

The third uncle grinned.

People of their generation like those who can bear children the most, and they look down on thin women.

"You're not in a hurry, are you?"

Chen Luo had a look of rejection on his face.

He really couldn't accept the aesthetic values ​​​​of the older generation. Thinking about living with such a wife in the future, he had the urge to dig a hole and bury himself.

"You brat is still unwilling. When you get married, you will know the benefits of a big butt!"

This is not the first time that the third uncle has brought up this topic with Chen Luo.

Facing his third uncle's teasing, Chen Luo simply ignored it. After putting the body down, he got up from the pit again and prepared to carry the last body. At this time, the rain was getting heavier, and it was also mixed with wind, which hurt my face. A mud puddle next to them was washed away by the rain, forming a small mud flow, which turned the two people's trouser legs into a yellow mud color. The straw mat wrapping the body was also washed away by the mud flow. Chen Luo, who was confused, accidentally caught the head of the corpse through the straw mat.

"careful!"

Chen Laosan's expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward and pinched Chen Luo's wrist. With his other hand, he quickly took out the red rope and strangled the blood vessel.

If he was poisoned, strangling the blood vessels would give Chen Luo a chance to break his arm without directly losing his life.

Chen Luo was stunned for a moment and subconsciously took another look at the corpse.

His pupils shrank slightly, and before he could take a closer look, he heard Uncle San's voice in his ear, and then his right arm was tied up with a red rope, which made his wrist hurt.

"I'm fine. I'm just a poor man. I don't have any poison on my body."

Chen Luo, who came back to his senses, responded quickly, looked at his palms that had not changed color, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He himself was shocked.

Since he started working in the industry, he has heard many rumors, including those who accidentally touched the body of a charlatan and were poisoned to death, those who contracted diseases and coughed up blood, etc.

The poisons in this world are very unreasonable. Even if they are on corpses, they will still kill people after touching them. So under normal circumstances they would never open the straw mat, let alone touch the corpse with their hands.

"You kid, you don't want to die!"

Chen Laosan breathed a sigh of relief, and then angrily slapped Chen Luo on the back of the head.

"Go away and watch carefully! If you make a mistake in collecting corpses, people will die."

After driving away Chen Luo, Chen Laosan took matters into his own hands. First, he wrapped the body in a straw mat again, and then saluted the body. Then he carefully picked it up and placed it on the edge of the dug pit. At this time, the pit was half submerged in mud and water, and the body was soon out of sight after being put down.

The turbid muddy water gathered more and more, and the mud scattered around began to flow inside.

When Chen Laosan saw this, he didn't waste any more time. After getting up from the pit, he called Chen Luo to start filling the soil.

The two of them worked together to fill the hole in a short time, and then they piled some soil on top and pressed it into a small bag. After stamping on the wordless stone tablet given to them by the court, this simple tomb was completed.

"Go well, everyone."

After filling the grave, Chen Laosan took out a pot of bad wine mixed with water from the box behind his back, and poured it against the wordless stone tablet.

This is the habit of corpse collectors. It is a way to say goodbye to the dead and avoid being entangled by them.

After toasting and reciting sutras.

The heaviest rain had passed. Chen Laosan came over and took another look at Chen Luo's hand. After making sure there was no problem, he untied the red rope and took it back.

"Let's go."

Chen Laosan packed up his things, put the wine bottles and some cheap sacrificial props back into the box, and walked down the mountain with Chen Luo.

This trip is done and it's time to go back and collect the reward.

Chen Luo followed, and after walking about a hundred steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

In his field of vision, there was an extra gray scale.

‘Contact with the brain waves of a dead person, the damage degree is 92%, do you want to read it? ’

He tried to focus on it, and soon saw a row of familiar words.

"Read!"

Chen Luo muttered silently.

Soon, the text above changed, and a layer of weird frequency entered his brain, just like an external device was connected. The next second, a string of intermittent texts appeared in his mind.

'Bake orchid bulbs and iron wire grass three-quarters of a degree cooked and make juice, and eat them with white flower fruits to increase your strength. ’

After reading this sentence, Chen Luo instantly understood what his ability was.

The source of this information was the obsession left by the corpse he touched not long ago, and it was also the content that he remembered in his mind until his death.

"Is this the content of the charlatan's residual brainwave record? In other words, I can read the brainwaves of dead people?"

Chen Luo instantly understood the role of his ability.

This world is not pure ancient times, but more like a mixed era of multi-ethnic integration.

There is pressure from the government at the top, but below, gangs and local snake organizations have their own areas of influence. On the surface, everyone maintains the dignity of the court and does things according to the rules, but at night it is the Jianghu people who have the final say.

When he first came to this world, Chen Luo also wanted to learn martial arts.

Because learning martial arts can change your life.

Doing business alone will not work in this chaotic world.

But Chen Luo tried many methods, but he couldn't get in touch with the martial arts class. To be precise, among all the people he knew, no one had ever really been exposed to martial arts. This is not surprising. The monopoly of the rights class is innate and rarely decentralized. Traveling through the past society is the most straightforward proof. Everyone knows how to make money by playing finance, but how many can really play finance? At best, they are just 'leeks' or 'tool men', the kind of 'pseudo-finance' that is harvested as soon as you enter. The real bosses who manipulate finance are blocked from the lower levels.

"These kinds of medicinal materials are not difficult to find. If they can become the last obsession of Jianghu people, they should still have some effect."

The day after burying the body, Chen Luo, who received the reward, bought some of the medicinal materials in Obsession.

It's not expensive. One piece of medicine only cost three grand.

The sky is bright.

Chen Luo was boiling medicine in a broken pottery pot in the stable, and the pungent smell echoed in the yard.

In other words, the third uncle went out to drink wine last night. If he was still in the yard, he would definitely come out to beat someone.

The courtyard where the third uncle lives is not big, with only two rooms in total. If you cook something in the yard, the smell in the house will be permeated.

A quarter of an hour later.

The potion was boiled, and the medicinal ingredients had been boiled into dregs. The dark potion was in the pottery pot, and it didn't look like it could be drunk by humans.

Chen Luo picked up the pottery pot and opened the lid.

Put it to your nose and smell it.

The pungent spicy smell almost made him cry. The spiciness was mixed with a foul odor, like rotten eggs that had been left out for ten and a half months. It was so smelly that he almost vomited out the food he had eaten the previous night. It is hard to imagine that several normal medicinal materials can release such a horrible smell after being boiled together.

"Is this stuff really drinkable?"

After vomiting, Chen Luo looked at the clay pot in his hand, his face full of doubt.

It’s just that money has been spent, so it can’t be wasted like this.

Chen Luo glanced at the dog raised by his third uncle. He remembered that when he first came to the city and came to his third uncle's place, the mangy dog ​​chewed up a pair of his pants. In the corner, the mangy dog ​​hiding in the corner was fumed by the stench and tightened its tail, vaguely feeling that something bad might be about to happen.

"Dahua, come on, I'll give you an extra meal today."

Chen Luo held the jar and waved to the mangy dog ​​with a kind face.

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