On the third floor of the hospital…

In the near-eternal twilight, it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night. A scruffy-bearded man crouched in the corridor, angrily stomping out his cigarette.

“Damn it. How long have they been in there? Why aren’t they out yet?”

A thin, haggard man glanced at him. “Be patient. Look at Ximin. She’s so calm. Learn from her.”

Beside them, a woman with a sallow face was kneeling on the ground in prayer, murmuring scriptures and texts without the slightest change in expression.

Who the hell could stay as calm as a lunatic?

The bearded man, An Jiexiu[1], was speechless. His face twitched, but he didn’t dare say another word. 

“In any case, don’t rush,” Kong Yebai[2] said. “Whatever the High Priest has instructed must be handled properly. Carry out this sacred duty well, and you’ll receive purification and blessings.”

An Jiexiu forced a smile. “Yes, yes. It’s just that I’ve seen that old guy dragging a corpse pass by several times. I was worried that if something happens—”

“Don’t worry. As long as you don’t make a move in front of them, even if you beat him to a pulp, those things won’t interfere.” Kong Yebai smiled reassuringly. “The High Priest thinks highly of you. Make sure you perform well this time.”

“Of course, of course!” An Jiexiu nodded with a smile, though inwardly he was cursing.

Fuck, what rotten luck. If it weren’t for the money, who the hell would get...