Chapter 12 - 7 Funeral Shop_2
Who knows if it's the mischievous night wind or a lingering soul's unfinished business...
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Come the fifth watch, Xu Qing remained spirited, holding a finely sharpened kitchen knife, scraping the tiny hairs off his cheek in front of a copper mirror.
These were corpse hairs, and if not properly managed, no matter how well he masked his presence, someone would notice the anomaly.
After cleaning the hairs, he took several jars from the miscellaneous shelf used for preparing burial makeup, testing each one as if he were a maiden applying makeup in front of a mirror.
By the time the dawn light broke, a thin-faced 'debilitated young master' appeared in the copper mirror.
Xu Qing scrutinized himself and found that, aside from a sickly pallor, there were no other abnormalities.
Outside the window, morning birds chirped, and street vendors' calls grew increasingly frequent.
A new day had already dawned in Linhe District.
Xu Qing, clad in a thick, blue long robe, peeked through the crack in the door to observe the occasional passersby on the street before opening the shop door.
After watching for about half a tea's worth of time, he straightened up, patted the non-existent dust off his sleeves, and adjusted his collar.