I run a funeral home, I don't know how to teach people how to slay demons

Yaoguang City.

More than a month has passed since the battle of [Demigod].

Beside the damaged city wall, Xia Lin wore an exaggerated oversized sun hat with a wide brim that almost covered half of her face.

An originally spotless white dustproof suit, after running around in the dusty construction site for days, had long lost its original color and was dyed a dim yellow.

She had various tool kits and communicators hanging around her waist, from which she would occasionally take out drawings, pens or walkie-talkies to communicate with the workers about the reconstruction plan.

The originally playful and cute twin ponytails were now messy, looking like a miserable contractor.

"Ahhh!!!"

"I've said that we have to repair the defensive magic circle inside the city wall first. What's the use of relying solely on stones?"

"Can stones withstand the attack of the big monster?"

Xia Lin yelled irritably.

Because she was too excited, she accidentally ate a mouthful of yellow sand, and she stomped her feet in anger.

As the director of the Creation Bureau, the task of repairing the city wall naturally fell to Xia Lin, and the Demon Slayer Department deployed hundreds of high-level practitioners to cooperate with her work.

These laymen are indeed much better than cranes and excavators at work, but they are all stubborn people who only know how to fight, and they don’t know anything about technical matters.

Every day, Xia Lin felt that she was on the verge of being angry to death, and she was madly testing.

"Xiao Linzi... Look at what pig brains you sent to me..." Xia Lin spit several times, spit out the yellow sand in her mouth, and then gritted her teeth and muttered viciously.

......

Although with the help of Lu Changsheng, the damage caused by Li Junchang has been controlled to the lowest range. But the number of casualties in Yaoguang City still reached thousands.

The business of the funeral home in the city has also become busy.

Even the "century-old store" Changshengtang, which was originally ignored, has ushered in a wave of peak performance.

In the past month, Lu Changsheng has hardly had a good rest.

Fortunately, Gu Jia's school was suspended, and Er Gouzi was a full-time worker. With the help of two apprentices, he was not too busy.

"Guest, you are lucky. It's just a big hole in the back of your head. It won't affect your handsome face."

"You don't know, the last guest's neck was split into three parts. I sewed it for a long time and applied more than ten layers of powder, like putting on putty."

Lu Changsheng sorted out the newly picked bouquets and chatted with the guests in a relaxed tone.

"Okay, today the guest is putting on a makeup for you to get rich. You will definitely be rich in the next life." Gu Jia leaned back slightly, looked at her own skills, and nodded with satisfaction.

Er Gouzi moved a small stool and sat next to the senior sister obediently. While taking notes, he watched the senior sister's movements carefully.

He is no longer afraid of the dead, and he is very familiar with the procedures of the funeral home. It's just that he is still not good at makeup. The master doesn't let him practice with the guests, so he has to seize every opportunity to learn seriously.

The guest of Changshengtang today is an unknown outsider, and even the official has no record of him.

When the man was delivered, he only had a tattered and patched piece of clothing on his body. The color of the clothing was difficult to identify. It was close to his thin body and looked particularly loose.

His hair was messy, mixed with most of the silver hair, and his fingers were covered with fine scars, probably caused by frequently rummaging through the trash can.

The black mud between the guest's fingers had been cleaned up, and with clean and tidy clothes and Gu Jia's carefully made-up makeup, he looked peaceful.

His last meeting in the world may be the most decent moment in these years.

Most of the orders accepted by Changshengtang are such unlisted ones.

On the one hand, it is because local funeral homes have long-term cooperation with the official, and high-quality orders are generally given priority to them.

On the other hand, it is also because Lu Changsheng did not take the initiative to fight for it.

Today, the income of Changshengtang is no longer crucial to Lu Changsheng.

Most of the time, Lu Changsheng just wanted his guests to leave in a decent manner, and it didn't matter whether they paid money or not.

After everything was over.

Lu Changsheng and his two apprentices bowed respectfully to the guests, and then left the mourning hall.

"I have contacted the people in the cemetery, and they will come to pick up the guests in a while. This is the last order, and we can finally take a break." Lu Changsheng stretched comfortably, with a little sleepiness in his voice.

He hasn't slept in for a long time, and he misses the folding chair in the middle of the hall very much.

"Master, Sister Hongye is here to pick me up, so I won't eat lunch at home." After Gu Jia put away the makeup box, she whispered to the master.

"Jia'er, are you really not sleepy? Is it really okay for you to work during the day and take tasks at night?" Lu Changsheng and Er Gouzi had turned into salted fish, collapsed on the folding chair, and asked with a weak wave of his hand.

"Yes, Master, I'm fine." Gu Jia packed up everything, waved to the two salted fish in the store, and jumped out of Changsheng Hall lightly.

"I really envy my senior sister, she seems to be always full of energy." Er Gouzi pinched his sore shoulders and said.

Er Gouzi responded with a burst of fine sleeping sounds.

In the past month, Changsheng Hall has been running almost 24 hours a day, and most of the work at night is done by Lu Changsheng. At this moment, he finally got it done, and he fell asleep almost in a second.

Seeing that his master had no reaction, Ergouzi tiptoed and took a blanket to cover his master. At this moment, he forgot to consider whether the first human being in the world would catch a cold because he slept without covering his stomach.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng was just a tired family member in Er Gouzi's eyes.

...

Outside the Changsheng Hall, Gu Jia quickly jumped into Hongye's pink sports car, skillfully grabbed the cool sunglasses from the passenger seat and put them on the bridge of his nose.

It's not that Gu Jia is trying to be cool, but the main reason is that her reputation is too great. If she doesn't cover it up a little, she will be recognized by passers-by every time she goes out, which will inevitably affect her ability to perform tasks.

"Jia'er, hasn't your school started yet? I remember that other schools have officially started." Hongye held the steering wheel with one hand, and the sports car was already speeding down the street when the accelerator roared.

"I asked for leave. Since the last field practice class, the school teaching has become boring again. I already know the basic knowledge. There are too few practical classes and no one dares to spar with me."

Gu Jia said with some annoyance.

Who dares...

I've seen you punch a third-level enhanced awakener with my own eyes.

Hong Ye cursed silently in her heart.

"Sister Hongye, are we still going to deal with the lost today? What level is today's mission target? Can I take action?" Gu Jia asked with some anticipation.

"The Demon Slayer Division has been very aggressive recently, and the number of lost people has been getting smaller and smaller. Today we are not looking for lost people. Today we are arresting wanted criminals. How about that?"

Hongye turned his head and smiled mysteriously at Gu Jia, then increased the accelerator a little more.

The oncoming wind and waves rolled up their long hair, flying wantonly in the air.