"Junior brother, where do you sell all those corpses?"
Upon hearing Wang Lingyuan's question, Xu Qing replied unhurriedly, "Most of these corpses from the Government Office were not upright citizens before their deaths; they mostly did wrongdoings. I'm not looking to earn a lot of silver coins; I sell them to mines and mills. Who knows, the tofu you ate today, the coal that was burned, might have traces of these corpses."
"..."
Wang Lingyuan silently put down his chopsticks; perhaps he would never eat tofu again.
...
Later that evening, Xu Qing returned to the Funeral Shop and couldn't wait to enter the side room, where a corpse was waiting for him.
Huang Xiaoliu looked at Xu Qing's eager expression and said with some doubt, "The Sect Leader seems to really like corpses."
Xuan Yu, already accustomed to it, said, "This is a burial place; isn't it normal to like corpses?"