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

At dusk, just before the city gates of Linhe City closed, Xu Qing’s figure appeared on the official road.

The gatekeeper recognized Xu Qing and deliberately slowed down the pace of closing the gates for the city gate soldiers.

"Shopkeeper Xu, did you finish the business for that fat guy?"

Xu Qing nodded and couldn’t help but ask about the results of his funeral announcement postings.

The gatekeeper’s brow twitched; he thought there could hardly be any effect. Would people line up to die just to support his business?

Seeing Xu Qing was serious in his query, the gatekeeper couldn’t help but give a few perfunctory responses.

After all, it’s not like he was selling daily goods. If the items were cheap and discounted, perhaps people would buy some.

But it’s a funeral business; no matter how big the discount or promotion, would anyone just die on the spot to get a deal?

Upon hearing the gatekeeper’s response, Xu Qing sighed, "It’s really hard to do business these days. I’m even considering becoming a forensic doctor. At least that’s a stable job..."

The gatekeeper looked as if he had a toothache. Why on earth do people have to involve themselves with the dead for work?

So unlucky!