I am a Corpse Collector in the World of Immortal Cultivation

For ten years, the battle between the two city lords has become more and more fierce.

Jiang Xingyue controls almost half of Lingxi City's territory, but the actual total income is only a small half.

For example, the Four Arts, whose income from Lingshi is like flowing water, has been firmly controlled by Chen Feng.

He couldn't penetrate it at all.

The Four Arts market has been monopolized, even if he establishes a new Four Arts Alliance, there will be very few defectors, and they will be suppressed by the other side.

"Since you are the first grader, don't blame me for the fifteenth grade!"

On a Qionglou in the north of the city, Jiang Xingyue looked into the distance.

At this moment, in the sky above a certain shop in the city, a battle between the real kings is taking place.

More than a dozen True Monarchs fought in melee, and dozens of Foundation Builders fought with each other.

For a moment, the blood was dripping and the light was shining.

boom!

One after another corpses fell from the sky, and somewhere on the ground, there was a group of people hiding.

"Xiao Chen, you're new here, so I'll tell you, if you encounter this kind of situation when patrolling at night in the future, don't rush up and try to stop it.

We have to wait for them to finish the fight, and we will be responsible for collecting the corpses. "

The captain of the patrolling army who introduced the newcomers said, and then lowered his voice:

"This is a battle between the two city lords. We just live with spirit stones. Don't be reckless. If I hadn't stopped you just now, you might have stayed here on the first day you took office."

The newcomer named Xiao Chen scratched his head and smiled naively.

This little Chen is naturally Chen Shen.

He is now promoted to the fourth level of Yuanying, his breakthrough in cultivation has slowed down, and his spiritual root has not been improved for more than ten years, so he is eager to collect the corpse.

Although not many people die in each battle, how can a thousand miles be traveled without taking a single step.

If you don't collect more corpses, how can you achieve the best spiritual root?

The cultivation base can be raised slowly, but the growth of talent cannot be stopped.

In the past, he was afraid of the two city lords and did not act for a long time. Now that he has cultivated to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, it is time to take a risk.

There are corpse collectors in the slums, but they are all responsible for collecting the corpses of mortals who have died and are not claimed.

For Chen Shen, in Lingxi City, only the night patrols could collect the corpses of monks.

"Walk, walk, carry the corpse."

The battle ended quickly and silently, and the patrolling army came out from the dark corner.

"When I used to patrol, I just frightened Xiao Xiaoxiao. Now the two city lords are fighting, and they have to deal with corpses often."

There were probably more than 30 monks who died, and there were three true monarchs, most of whom were foundation building and Qi training.

As he was leaving, Captain Lei muttered again:

"The battle for the city master is a dispute between the two sects. Although you and I are the guards of Lingxi City, in the final analysis, we only obey the city master and have nothing to do with the sect.

So I hope you don't join this dispute. You must listen to the words of any city lord, but you will never stand in line. Do you understand? "

Team Lei is a strong late-stage True Monarch, with a thunderous voice, he said in a slightly serious voice.

In fact, Chen Shen understood that this was for him, a newcomer.

"If someone dies in the city lord's jurisdiction, we will report it to the city lord's mansion first. Don't do anything recklessly. You can't take the monk's storage bag at will. We will make plans after the city lord orders."

Although the two city lords were well aware of the casualties of the war, the patrolling army had to report them.

This is the rule, after all, it is not ordinary people who die, it is often the real people who have established the foundation and the real king of Jindan.

Two quarters of an hour later, Chen Shen and the others, each carrying two or three corpses, arrived at the City Lord's Mansion.

"Captain Lei, City Lord Chenfeng is meditating and practicing. He said that if the body is dead, you can dispose of the body yourself."

A servant of the mansion stopped Team Lei and his party at the door.

"This way..." Team Lei pondered for a moment, then turned to the patrolling army:

"Brothers, let's carry the body to the cemetery."

There are two places in Lingxi City where people can be buried and set up graves.

One is the cemetery not far from the city lord's mansion. It is an open plain and is managed by special people.

It can be said that prominent figures in the city like to bury their dead relatives and friends here.

But there is one condition, and that is the fee.

According to the feng shui position of the cemetery, spirit stones are collected at different prices.

And it's expensive.

But for the sake of face and identity, everyone is willing to spend these spirit stones.

This is the land that Chen Shen has dreamed of, and he really wants to buy it at a high price.

It's a pity that the strength does not allow it.

And the other cemetery is the mass grave, and the buried people are all miscellaneous people, most of them are ordinary people in the slums.

When he stepped into the cemetery, Chen Shen couldn't hold back his restless heart.

"My lords, I'll do it." He enthusiastically wanted to bury the corpse.

boom!

The cultivation base in the late foundation establishment period exploded from his body.

"This stupid guy is not bad, he is a real person." Lei Dui showed a gratified smile.

On the way from the city lord's mansion just now, the old men under him had already searched for the corpses and searched for all their belongings.

Only Chen Shen is not greedy, and now he volunteers to bury all the corpses.

"Xiao Chen is good, work hard, and I'll invite you to go to Goulan to listen to the music." Sitting on the grass, an old patrolman said with a smile.

"Thank you brother for your kindness, but I'm not a good person."

Chen Shen turned his head and showed a simple and honest smile.

With this time, it would be better to find a senior sister to double cultivate.

Not long after, all the corpses were buried, and graves protruded from the open grass.

The corpse was collected successfully!

Gain fairy experience, magical powers, and some spiritual roots!

The long-lost voice sounded in Chen Shen's mind, which seemed to make him dream back to Cangwu Tianburial Mountain.

I really miss it.

Feeling the beauty of the spiritual root being supplemented and improved a little bit, he was very happy.

That's what it feels like!

Moreover, these monks are far from being comparable to Cangwu. They are basically low-rank complete spiritual roots, and most of them are middle-rank.

After the burial, the group began to patrol the streets.

In a blink of an eye, dawn came.

"Xiao Chen really won't go, just collected the body, let's go to Gou Lan to wash away the bad luck, you don't have to worry about the cost, I'll treat you this time."

Chen Shen received a warm invitation from his colleagues on his first day at work, and what he just said was not polite.

It is estimated that this time the death of the dead has gained a lot of money.

"Xiao Chen, why don't you show off your brother's treat this time." Even Team Lei also invited.

"No, you go." He still firmly refused.

Back to the courtyard.

"Junior Brother, where did you go at night? Why did you come back at this hour?"

"Senior Sister, I joined the Patrol Army, I'm afraid I won't be able to double cultivate with you at night."

"City Patrolling Army?" Mu Xiaojin was puzzled, but she looked at the other party's eyes and probably didn't intend to tell the truth, so she didn't ask further.

Just trust him.

...

Time flies, and half a year has passed, and more than a dozen major battles have occurred in Lingxi City.

Chen Shen became more and more nourished in the city patrol army, and gained a lot.

"One more time, I only need to harvest another wave of corpses, and my spiritual root can be improved again." He stood beside Team Lei, looking at the sky.

In the sky, there is another Zhenjun attack, and the battle of interests in Lingxi intensifies.