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

At midnight, the living sleep peacefully.

In the Funeral Shop, Xu Qing held a hammer and chisel, continuously clanking away.

Ling Yangzi’s golden-faced papermen, after his modifications, had all turned into Straw Spirits.

To create a complete paperman funeral procession, Xu Qing took out a coffin made of Dark Wood that was lying idle in the shop.

With masterful carpentry skills, it didn’t take long before an extra dark red coffin, carried by thirty-two pallbearers, appeared before him.

In funeral rituals, the pole used to carry coffins by the Funeral House is called a ’Dragon Pole’. During the procession, depending on the size of the coffin, it can be divided into several levels like eight-pole, sixteen-pole, thirty-two-pole, and so on.

Xu Qing obtained only about forty golden-faced papermen from Ling Yangzi, far short of the sixty-four needed for a pallbearer team, not to mention the one hundred and twenty-eight used in Emperor Long Ping’s funeral.

Xu Qing didn’t need such a top-tier funeral procession at the moment.

One hundred and twenty-eight people, just carrying the outer coffin would be as big as a house. In his Funeral Shop, there was only that one slightly larger coffin.

"Speaking of which, Old Hu’s coffin is quite big..."

Xu Qing, at some point, developed a fondness for large coffins, so much so that he couldn’t resist them.