I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality

Xu Qing put away his smile and solemnly said, "Indulgence in alcohol leads to mistakes; I have long given up drinking. Furthermore, I have to rush back overnight to prepare for your final arrangements, so it’s best not to touch a drop."

The Zhang family’s residence was quite large. It was midsummer, and there were many flowers and green plants decorating the pavilion and courtyards. Even in the pond, there were koi fish playing around the lotus leaves.

Seeing that there was no one around, Hu Baosong began to discuss his funeral arrangements with Xu Qing.

"The silver coins I’ve saved, though not much, are enough for a coffin."

"If you need money, go to my shop. On the shelves, count from left to right; in the fourth and fifth urns, you’ll find my savings from these years."

"No matter how much the expenses, take whatever is left."

Xu Qing nodded with a smile.

As the saying goes, ’Golden belts for those who kill and burn.’ Xu Qing had killed many. The silver he looted from the Celestial Heart Sect’s rebel hideout exceeded ten thousand taels.