People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

The Gray Tail Incense Master shuddered and almost kicked Qi Yan's hand away.

At the last moment, with a willpower that even shocked himself, he stopped raising his foot, bent down and grabbed the arm covered in blood plasma.

"Hey, no, no, no, please help me hold down that half of my body in the pit, and let me pull out the remaining half myself."

In the tomb, the flesh and blood on Qi Yan's wound squirmed, and dense granulation tissue emerged at a speed visible to the naked eye, trying to connect the wound.

Because of the pulling of the Gray Tail Incense Master, the two halves of the body were almost pulled out of the tomb together.

When Master Huiwei Xiang heard Qi Yan's request, he almost knelt down on the spot.

Qi Yan turned his head to look at the Gray Tail Incense Master. His head, which was almost fully grown, tilted and his eyes were full of doubts:

"Didn't you say you would try your best to meet my request? Why are you hesitant to help hold down the body?"

As he spoke, Qi Yan shook his head, shaking off some useless brain tissue and the dirt in the tomb.

Gray Tail Incense Master: "I..."

Finally, the Gray Tail Incense Master took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and jumped into the tomb. Ignoring the slippery feeling on his palms, he held down the half-squirming corpse.

Qi Yan on the other side lay at the edge of the tomb, pushed hard, and finally pulled out the half of his body that he wanted.

Within two breaths, his body was completely restored to its original state.

Qi Yan stretched his arms and legs, bent down, and picked up the Gray Tail Incense Master, who had his eyes closed and looked ready to sacrifice himself.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a corpse that will heal its wounds automatically and won't swallow you.

Also, please stay away and don’t peek at me while I’m bathing or changing clothes.”

Qi Yan started to chase people away with a look of disgust.

This time, the Gray Tail Incense Master did not hesitate at all and ran several points faster than the middle-aged man before.

The sound of splashing water echoed in the cemetery.

Qi Yan poured several buckets of purified water bought with the Rat King Photo-brand shopping coupons on his head to wash away the blood on his body, then picked up the sportswear he had prepared and put it on.

The cold weather quickly formed a thin layer of ice on the ground.

Qi Yan shook his hair, not caring about the cold at all.

"Graytail, are you still there?"

Qi Yan shouted out loud.

The shivering body of the Gray Tail Incense Master reappeared in Qi Yan's sight.

"Mr. Qi Yan, what do you want?"

The voice of the Gray Tail Incense Master was obviously a little dry, and his eyes kept drifting towards the tomb uncontrollably.

There, Qi Yan's body was lying quietly. Apart from being covered in blood, it looked almost the same as a living person.

"Don't worry about it." Qi Yan explained with a smile, "Based on my experience, he is just a pile of useless waste meat now. Even if his body functions are fine, he will not have a chance of surviving. Once the energy in his body is exhausted, he will slowly rot.

Now please act as a pastor and pray for him. I want to send him off for the last time."

"I...Okay, okay."

Gray Tail Incense Master wanted to say that he was in the underworld and was not familiar with the priest business, and that thing was more popular in Lateran.

But facing Qi Yan's request, he didn't dare to say no.

Before, it was because of the Rat King’s order, but now he was completely frightened by the strange situation in front of him and lost the ability to think.

The sound of prayers, which were not sure whether they were recited correctly or not, echoed in the cemetery.

Qi Yan didn't care about these details. With the blessing of the prayer BGM, he filled the soil one shovel at a time. Then he raised his hand to lift the stone cover on the tomb and pressed it down tightly.

"Brother, have a good trip."

Qi Yan stuck the shovel into the ground, put one hand on Qi Yan's tombstone, looked at Qi Yan's brand new grave, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I will take care of your sister, don't worry."

After the Gray Tail Incense Master finished his prayer, he dared not speak any more and looked at Qi Yan silently.

"What are you looking at me for?" Qi Yan turned his head and said, "I'm burning incense."

"I... I'll go buy it." The Gray Tail Incense Master turned around and left.

"So what are you doing formally?"

Qi Yan stepped forward, took the cigarette out of Huiweixiangzhu's pocket, and lit one for himself.

The smell of tobacco filled his mouth and nose, making Qi Yan frown. He casually stuck the cigarette into the ground.

The owner of Huiweixiang followed suit and lit a stick of incense in front of the tombstone.

The white smoke rose up like a thin line, and then dispersed into messy smoke at a certain distance.

Qi Yan and the Gray Tail Incense Master did not say anything, just waited silently for the cigarette to burn out.

The night wind blew, lifting the corners of their clothes.

Two more footsteps were heard passing by them not far away.

The Gray Tail Incense Master subconsciously turned his head to look, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

A strange blue sakta with a white ghost following behind, nothing to be surprised about...

ghost?!

The Gray Tail Incense Master suddenly turned his head again, with such force that his neck even made a crisp sound.

"hiss!"

Not sure if he was frightened by the sight or the pain in his neck, Gray Tail Incense Master took a deep breath.

Qi Yan also heard the voice, turned his head to look, then raised his hand and greeted cheerfully:

"Good evening, you two. Are you guys crawling out of a tomb as well?"

Mastema:?

She turned her head to look at the white ghost behind her, waved her hand and explained:

"My friend behind me is not a ghost, but an ordinary person. It's Requiem Night, and he's dressed up for some special festivals... But what does it mean?"

"Just kidding. I know two people, the courier Mostima and the eldest son of Fengchi Logistics, Baisong."

Qi Yan smiled and revealed the identities of the two.

Mostima paused as he passed by.

The white ghost behind her pulled off the white cloth on his body, revealing a handsome young face.

The boy had short brown hair and a gentle temperament, which seemed out of place in the cold and gloomy environment of the cemetery.

At this moment, the young man named Baisong tightly grasped the shield he carried with him and stared at Qi Yan vigilantly.

Mostima did not rush to make any moves. She casually glanced at the Gray Tail Incense Master and obviously recognized the Rat King's subordinate. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Mostima hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you the Rat King's man?"

"No, I'm trying to make the Rat King mine." Qi Yan smiled brightly.

The three people present fell silent at the same time.

Finally, it was Gray Tail Incense Master who broke the silence and explained:

"This is Mr. Qi Yan, a guest of the Rat King. We are burying a person in the cemetery... In short, we are burying a person. We have no ill will towards you two... uh... I think so."

When Gray Tail Incense Master was halfway through explaining, he realized that he actually didn't understand the situation at all, and he explained a lonely situation.

But his efforts were not in vain, at least he helped Mostima successfully find out Qi Yan's name.

"Are you Qi Yan?"

Mostima’s blue eyes locked onto Qi Yan, with obvious curiosity: “I’ve heard of your name, you are very strong, very strategic, and very special.

But I remember that you are currently affiliated with Rhodes Island, and the relationship between Rhodes Island and Longmen is not harmonious, so why are you here? "

Qi Yan chuckled and said, "Then you don't know enough. In addition to being an operator of Rhodes Island, I am also a member of the Reunion Movement and a soldier of the Ursus Army.

Next, I plan to go to Warrenmud to join the Mudrock Squad, but before that, I will probably go to Mansfield Prison in Columbia. Are you interested in being my cellmate?"

Mastema fell silent again.

She thought that with the two magic wands behind her, time had already worn away most of her emotions, and she could remain calm in any emergency.

But now, it was only her first time meeting Qi Yan, and within five minutes, she was already a little overwhelmed.