If only the Funeral Master had kept his mouth shut and not mentioned the business about setting up a storefront in the county, he wouldn't have attracted Lai Yong's attention. Sadly, he spent his whole life handling cliff burials, but in the end, couldn't even afford his own funeral, forced to wander at home, begging guests from afar to resolve his concerns about his affairs after death.
Xu Qing seldom encountered such a dedicated colleague. After performing the rites for the corpse, the ghostly shadows roaming the hall before also vanished.
By now, the two bowls of tea brought by the main household had already turned cold. Looking around the funeral hall, only Xu Qing and Xuan Yu, two outsiders, remained. There weren't any other traces of the Funeral Master?
"Mr. Xu, here is one tael of silver, it's not much, but please, you must accept it."
Xu Qing looked at the worried faces of the family before him and understood the significance of this one tael of silver to them.