Chapter 077: [A New Card]

Su Jingxing sighed inwardly. The Tongyuan Pills were not only expensive but also sold exceedingly well. There was no shortage of wealthy martial artists in the entire River City. Take the Shi family, for instance—their regular descendants consumed Tongyuan Pills like candy.

Because of this, the moment Tongyuan Pills appeared on the market, they were quickly snatched up. The three pills Su Jingxing had bought last night were, in fact, the last ones left in the medicine shop. According to the shopkeeper, the next batch wouldn't arrive for another month and a half. How could that not make one anxious? In that span of time, Su Jingxing could amass a thousand Great Strength Pills just by picking up Power Cards. Collecting cards didn’t cost him a penny, and nearly every day brought new opportunities.

Comparing the two, Su Jingxing found it far more comfortable to stay at the crematorium, moving corpses. With the holiday not yet over, he returned to work early, earning high praise from Gu Bo. In contrast to Feng Tiejian, who seemed to think only of fun, Su Jingxing was practically the model employee.

“Hey, Xiao Su works so hard just to earn more money to support his ‘Rongrong.’ I don’t need to support anyone, so why should I work myself to death?” In the cafeteria, Feng Tiejian grumbled between bites. “I’m a single man with plenty of money each month. What’s the point of saving it? If I don’t enjoy myself now while I’m young, should I wait until I’m old to look for girls? By that time, even if I have the desire, I probably won’t have the ability!”

“Well said, Brother Jian!”

“I support that!”

“Exactly, youth is for living it up!”

“Haha...”

The others who overheard Feng Tiejian’s words all joined in, laughing and making a ruckus.

Gu Bo, however, looked exasperated.

Su Jingxing was speechless. “Rongrong”—Rongrong had long since been reduced to ashes!

“Nonsense and crooked reasoning. Go on and keep living recklessly—you’ll regret it sooner or later,” Gu Bo scolded, then turned to Su Jingxing. “Xiao Su, don’t ever learn from him. This guy is full of twisted logic and can’t walk a straight path!”

“I agree with that,” Feng Tiejian smiled. “Xiao Su, if you follow my example, your ‘Rongrong’ will probably run away. But if you ever want a change of pace, come find me. I can introduce you to someone—guaranteed to satisfy you!”

As he spoke, he even winked at Su Jingxing.

Su Jingxing could only stare at him.

“You get lost!” Gu Bo cursed helplessly. “If you want to lead someone astray, find someone else. Leave Xiao Su alone.”

“That’s right, Xiao Su’s a good kid. Brother Jian, don’t corrupt him.”

“Uh, though Xiao Su is still young, he already has a ‘girlfriend,’ while I’m just a single dog. Isn’t that embarrassing?”

“So you do know what shame is?”

“Hahaha...”

Everyone around erupted into laughter again.

The crematorium staff all got along well, rarely quarrelled, and worked together harmoniously. Laughing and joking, the group finished lunch and went their separate ways—some to rest in the dormitory, others toward the city bus stop.

Su Jingxing naturally headed back to the grounds with Gu Bo, accompanied by several colleagues from other departments. As they chatted and entered the crematorium’s main gate, a noisy commotion erupted from a corner of the plaza—a crowd surged forth, their shouting loud and clear.

“What’s going on?” Gu Bo frowned and strode over quickly.

Su Jingxing and the others followed without hesitation. As they drew closer and caught the shouting, they realized someone had broken into the crematorium to snatch a corpse.

[Corpse detected. Do you wish to collect?]

“Yes!”

Responding inwardly while keeping a calm facade, Su Jingxing stood at the edge of the crowd, watching as five fierce-looking men, ignoring all attempts to stop them, carried a corpse straight toward the main gate. A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Shi Yankai!

The corpse being taken was, in life, Shi Yankai—the very Shi family member who’d previously staged that incident with the Twin-Pupiled Demon Hound to frame Su Jingxing.

That guy was actually dead?

Apparently, someone else had called the crematorium’s hotline to report the corpse, and the retrieval team had brought it in. But barely half an hour later, these five men burst into the crematorium to forcibly reclaim the body.

The leader, a man with a hooked nose named Shi Yankang, was especially ruthless. Those who tried to block his way were struck down and injured, so now the crowd only dared to surround them from a distance, not daring to get closer.

While Su Jingxing observed, the crematorium’s director, Wu Shouhan, finally arrived in a hurry and shouted from afar, “Let them go! Let them leave!”

“But Director—”

“No buts! Let them go!” Wu Shouhan ordered sternly as he strode over.

“Yes, sir.”

With no choice, everyone stepped aside, allowing Shi Yankang and his four men to leave.

“At least you know what’s good for you,” Shi Yankang snorted, glanced at Wu Shouhan, then said nothing more as he led his men out with the body bag.

“Uncle Wu, why did you just let them go?” Gu Bo frowned at Shi Yankang’s departing figure. “The corpse should be cremated at once—are we just waiting for it to turn into a corpse puppet? Even if they’re from the Shi family, they should still obey the iron rules!”

“Don’t worry, they’ll bring it back,” Wu Shouhan replied in a low voice. “That’s the Shi family’s way—they insist on examining the corpse themselves before sending it for cremation.”

“Is that so?” Gu Bo looked puzzled.

Su Jingxing was also confused and couldn’t help but ask, “Does the Shi family hope to find the murderer by examining the corpse? By the way, how did Shi Yankai die?”

“I heard he died of rage,” Kong Dabao, who hadn’t clocked out yet, answered from the side. “The retrieval team said the caller reported that Shi Yankai suddenly went mad in the street, shouting and yelling, then died on the spot from a heart attack brought on by anger.”

Uh...

Su Jingxing was at a loss—what kind of cause of death was that?

Shi Yankai, dying from a fit of rage? That guy was a habitual scammer—his psychological resilience was extraordinary.

Of course, if he really did die of rage, perhaps what Su Jingxing would pick up would be a Soul-Calming Card!

With that in mind, Su Jingxing reined in his thoughts, waited until everyone had dispersed after the discussion, then went to the restroom, entered a stall, and took out the card.

He held it and read the information.

What he saw made his expression change slightly.

It wasn’t a Soul-Calming Card, but a new card altogether.

A Bloodline Card!

The card picked up from Shi Yankai’s corpse contained a bloodline—Three Yin Candle Blood!

According to the information, this “Three Yin Candle Blood” was both unique and powerful. Its strength lay in the fact that those with this bloodline could cultivate at ten times the speed of an ordinary martial artist in cold and gloomy places. After condensing True Qi, they could even dive underwater for long periods without harm—staying submerged for ten days to half a month without fear of suffocation.

Its peculiarity, however, was that those with the “Three Yin Candle Blood” did not live long. At most, they survived forty-nine years before their bloodline froze and they died of cold.

“Wait a minute!”

Suddenly, Su Jingxing recalled something about the Shi family, his brows knitting together.

“If I remember correctly, the current head of the Shi family is over fifty! Not to mention the previous head, a figure of legend, who’s nearly eighty and still alive!”

“If they possess the ‘Three Yin Candle Blood,’ why aren’t they dead?”

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