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“I only ate two loaves of bread for a whole three days. Hunger kept me from sleeping at night. Luckily, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could still stay in that dark basement and avoid the unusually cold winter wind outside.”

Finally, I found a job, working the night shift at the hospital, guarding the morgue.

"The night in the hospital was colder than I imagined. The corridor lights weren't on, and it was pitch black everywhere. I could only see my feet by the faint light seeping out from the rooms. "

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The smell there was awful, and from time to time they would bring in bodies stuffed into body bags. We helped carry them into the morgue.

"This isn't a great job, but at least it lets me afford bread. I can use the free time at night to study, after all, not many people want to come to the morgue unless there's a body to be brought in or taken away for cremation. Of course, I don't have enough money to buy books yet and I don't see a way to save up anytime soon."

“I have to thank my former colleague. If he hadn't suddenly resigned, I probably wouldn't even have gotten this job.”

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“I dream of being able to switch shifts and work during the day. Right now, I sleep when the sun is up and wake up when it's dark, which has made my body a little weak, and my head occasionally aches.”

One day, the movers brought in a fresh corpse.

"I heard from someone that this is my former colleague who quit suddenly."

“I was a little curious about him. After everyone left, I pulled out the drawer and quietly opened the body bag.”

He was an old man, his face sallow and wrinkled, with every crevice illuminated by the dim lighting, which made him look quite frightening.

“He had little hair, most of it white. He was completely naked, not a shred of clothing left on him.”

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“I saw a strange mark on his chest, bluish-black. I couldn't describe its exact shape because the light was too dim at the time.”

I reached out and touched the mark. It wasn't anything special.

"Looking at this former colleague of mine, I was thinking, if I keep going like this, when I get old, will I be just like him..."

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"I told him that tomorrow I would accompany him to the crematorium and personally take his ashes to the nearest free cemetery, so that those responsible wouldn't bother and just dump them in a river or some wasteland."

“This will cost me a morning’s sleep, but luckily, it’s Sunday soon and I can catch up.”

After I finished speaking, I got the body bag ready and put it back in the cabinet.

The lights in the room seemed dimmer...

After that day, every time I slept, I would always dream of a thick fog.

“I have a premonition that something will happen soon, a feeling that sooner or later something that may not even be human will come looking for me. But no one believes me. They think that in this kind of environment, doing this kind of work, my mind has become unstable and I need to see a doctor...”

A male patron seated at the bar looked toward the storyteller who had suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

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The male guest was in his thirties, wearing a brown tweed jacket and light yellow trousers. His hair was combed flat, and he had a simple dark round bowler hat in his hand.

He looked ordinary, much like most of the people in the tavern. He had black hair and light blue eyes. He wasn't unattractive, nor was he particularly handsome; he simply lacked any distinguishing features.

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And in his eyes, the narrator was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old young man with a tall and slender figure, black short hair, light blue eyes, but his features were deep and striking, enough to make one's eyes widen.

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The young man looked at the empty wine glass in front of him and sighed.

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Then I quit my job and moved back to the countryside, here to chat with you.

As he spoke, a smile crept onto his face, one that held a hint of slyness.

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"Were you just boasting"

"Haha," a burst of laughter erupted around the bar.

After a brief pause in the laughter, a slender middle-aged man looked at the rather embarrassed guest and said:

“Outsider, you actually believe Lumian's stories He tells a different one every day. Yesterday he was a poor wretch whose fiancee broke off the engagement, and today he's a mortician!”

"Yes, talking about thirty years on the east side of the Selenza River and thirty years on the west side is just gibberish!" Another regular at the tavern chimed in.

They are all from the large village of Kordu.e Purple Flame Escape Technique. This Purple Flame Escape Technique was not very effective against cultivators at the Grand Master level. However, in the current situation, the Demon Spirit and Blood...