I'm not a drama god

"How much?"

"Twenty-six, and what about you?"

"twenty four."

"Sigh, there are fifty of them in just these two blocks today..."

On the desolate street, several figures were slowly moving forward, pulling two wooden carts.

It seemed that the cart was overloaded, the old wooden wheels made a dull creaking sound, and the two small hills piled high on the cart swayed slightly as they occasionally rolled over small stones.

One of the trailer trucks looked back and sighed deeply.

"This world... Alright, let's hurry up and get them to the crematorium. Everyone put on your protective gear and be careful."

"What's the point of wearing one? It doesn't protect you from anything anyway. Who hasn't caught a disease these days?"

"Stop talking nonsense. The more diseases you catch, the faster you die. Do you want to lie in the back of the car tomorrow?"

Despite the shouts, the man reluctantly put on his mask. Just then, he seemed to catch something out of the corner of his eye, pointing in a direction:

Is there someone lying in the corner?

Following his gaze, everyone saw a blood-red figure lying motionless beneath the shattered black wall, as if dead.

The group exchanged glances and walked straight in that direction.

Upon closer inspection, they discovered that the man was near death, missing most of his body. His face and body were covered in blood, and the severed parts of his body looked gruesome, as if they had been gnawed by a wild beast. They could even clearly see half of his intestines and bone fragments protruding from his body...

Even though these people collect corpses every day, this is the first time they've seen someone die so tragically. Their faces turned pale, as if they were about to vomit at any moment.

"How could this person have died so tragically?"

"It looks like they were bitten to death by the calamity... They must have been refugees who came from somewhere else, trying to enter the Hidden Cloud Realm to seek refuge?"

"Coming to the Hidden Cloud Realm to seek refuge? Heh, he's come to the wrong place."

Are there still so many calamities in the Gray Realm?

"Never mind, now that he's in, we can't just leave him to rot in the wilderness... Let's drag him to the crematorium and burn him."

No one went forward to check the person's condition. After all, in their eyes, it was impossible for someone to survive after being bitten off most of their body and left to rot in the wilderness for so long. They simply threw the "corpse" onto the top of the cart and continued creaking and groaning as they approached the crematorium.

The crematorium they were talking about wasn't a proper building for cremating corpses, but rather a wasteland behind the block where a few thick logs formed a structure resembling a campfire, with barrels of gasoline placed next to it...

Further behind was a pit specifically used to store the ashes and other debris after the bodies had been cremated.

"Come on, everyone, let's divide the work and try to finish before sunset today!"

At the leader's command, the men scattered. Some were responsible for getting gasoline, while others were responsible for throwing the bodies from the cart into the encirclement. More than fifty bodies were a huge undertaking for them.

"It would be great if we could go to a proper crematorium; the incinerators there seem to be more efficient."

"Don't even think about it. So many people are dying every day. The incinerators are already running at full capacity. Are we supposed to keep queuing up? These corpses all have infectious diseases. They must be cremated as soon as possible. If we keep dragging this out, everyone will die."

"Hey? Old Jia's here."

While everyone was busy, a figure wearing a dirty white coat strolled over.

Despite being called Old Jia, he looked like a vibrant young man, holding a loaf of bread in one hand and the other in his pocket, seemingly chewing something. Seeing everyone busy around, he gestured with his chin.

"Are you guys still busy?"

"Yes, more and more people are dying every day... We don't have enough people to collect the bodies. I plan to apply to the higher-ups tomorrow to hire some more."

"Still recruiting? Where can you recruit?" The young man grinned, chewing on his bread. "The streets are just full of the elderly, the weak, and the disabled. Are you planning to have the old folks and children help you move the corpses?"

"Sigh... Forget about the elderly, but it's not impossible for children."

"Dr. Jia, my mother's condition seems to have worsened again. Um... could I ask you for some more medicine?" A young man who was carrying the body hesitated for a long time before stepping forward, his voice carrying a hint of pleading.

Dr. Jia paused in his chewing of bread, glanced down at the young man a few times, and chuckled:

"What do you take me for, a turtle in a wishing well? Where in the Hidden Cloud Realm are there so many medicines left... do you think I can conjure them up out of thin air for you?"

The young man choked up immediately. He opened his mouth and stammered for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Dr. Jia glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, then sighed and whispered in his ear:

"Fine, considering the friendship between our two families, I still have some medicine here..."

"Bring your mother to see me tonight, but keep it low-key and don't let anyone notice, understand?"

"Also... you know my fees are never cheap."

Hearing these words, the young man felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He immediately grabbed Dr. Jia's hand and nodded frantically with gratitude, "Thank you, thank you Dr. Jia, I understand!"

"Well, go get busy."

Dr. Jia stood still, continuing to slowly nibble on his bread, as if the piles of corpses in front of him had no effect on his appetite, as calmly as if he were watching farmers diligently harvesting wheat.

The bodies were piled up in the enclosed structure, most of them elderly, with a few children. Since everyone lived in the same neighborhood, most of them were familiar faces.

"Tsk, the old man from the Li family really couldn't last three days after all..."

"How come his wife also passed away on the same day? Could it be that they committed suicide together?"

"What a pity for the Sun family's little one. He's about six years old this year, isn't he? I remember his grades were pretty good..."

"Miss Qian actually... Oh well, that's fine too. In this way, the child in her belly won't have to suffer. Even if it's hell, it should be better than this era."

"This... um?"

When Dr. Jia saw half a body, clearly not from illness, being thrown off the cart, he was slightly taken aback.

The man's face was obscured by blood, but Dr. Jia was certain that he wasn't from their neighborhood... and his wounds looked strange no matter how you looked at them.

Dr. Jia stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, put on his mask, and then walked straight to the corpse, tentatively placing his fingers on the person's neck...

A moment later, he stared wide-eyed in astonishment:

"What the hell..."

"Isn't he still alive???"