Chapter 7 - 5 The Way of a True Cultivator
The sky overhead was dark and bleak, the ground beneath enshrouded in a thin mist of yellow soil.
The winding, twisting dirt road ahead looked like a giant snake slithering through the dunes, carving out a narrow path towards the unknown in the forest.
Xu Qing still remembered Liu Youdao's words before they set out—wait for the sun to set, eat till you're full, then I'd take them to the mortuary.
As for what the mortuary was, he wasn't quite sure.
But with a bit of thought, he could infer a few things.
Liu Youdao was an unyielding corpse merchant, usually driving corpses and selling them. In the past, Liu Youdao could sell them to Cui's Mill, so it's likely he'd sell them somewhere else today, and this place would probably be the so-called mortuary.
As Xu Qing was lost in thought, Liu Youdao, sitting in front of the stretcher, suddenly intensified the jingling of his bell. Simultaneously, the leading zombie veered towards the right side of the small road.
"Baa—"
On the left side of the path, there came a chaotic bleating of sheep.
Xu Qing's gaze was drawn over, and he saw an old shepherd by the roadside ahead.
The old shepherd wore a large yellowed sheep's wool coat, holding a tobacco pipe, puffing on it while watching the corpse-driving team, looking just like an old farmer from the village watching the excitement at the field ridge.