After daybreak, people from the City Patrol Division came to collect the ashes.
Two spirit stones per corpse. For temporary corpse burners, that money was their entire income; for corpse burners on the yamen's payroll, it was merely a little extra sweetness.
Before leaving, the City Patrol Division also announced that they would have the night off today. No corpses would be burned tonight; the next batch would not arrive until tomorrow.
Very humane.
Xie Dading and the others beamed with delight, while Gu Fei wore a face full of gloom.
A day off meant a day without income. With the extreme night approaching and prices skyrocketing like madness, every day he delayed purchasing supplies meant spending more money.
"Brother Qin, there's something... could I discuss it with you?" After Xie Dading and the others left one by one, Gu Fei rubbed his hands together and stopped Qin He.
Qin He looked at Gu Fei warily. "Uh... tell me what it is first."
"It's just... could you lend me some spirit stones?"
Gu Fei's face reddened. Summoning his courage, he said, "Prices are rising too fast now, changing by the day. Tomorrow is our day off, so there'll be no income. If I wait until the day after tomorrow to buy supplies, my money won't be enough again."
"Borrow spirit stones?"
Qin He stroked his chin. This was fucking Sin City.
Truth, goodness, and beauty were practically synonymous with stupid idiots here. Lending money was all too likely to be a meat bun tossed to a dog—gone and never returned. It would also expose his wealth. What if Gu Fei was testing him, planning to harm him...
Wait a second!
A flash of inspiration struck Qin He. If someone wanted to harm him, they were welcome to come.
The Purple