Employment

After leaving the Employment Agency, Feng Xue still felt that everything was unreal. Being rejected before had been inexplicable, and being accepted this time was equally inexplicable.

Even more inexplicably, the only proof of employment he had received was a palm-sized metal tag—he did not even know how he was supposed to start working!

"So at least tell me how to use this thing!" Feng Xue played with the metal tag in his hand, completely baffled. It was not as if he had not asked the Employment Agency staff, but the other party was like an NPC. Other than matters related to work, they could not be bothered to say a single extra word.

Opening his Golden Finger panel, he aimed the identification reticle at the metal tag, and a line of text appeared as expected—

Name: Corpse Collector's ID Badge

Elements: [Communication], [Record], [Authentication], @#￥%E^U^%$&*^&%*%...

"Good Guy, is this a Smart Phone?" Feng Xue raised his brows slightly as he looked at those elements, but after fiddling with the thing for quite a while, he still could not figure out how to turn it on.

Only then did he realize a problem—

He was missing some very important knowledge.

It was not that he had amnesia or anything. Rather, he lacked the common sense that people in this world were supposed to possess.

For example, in modern society, if you did not know where an ATM was or what a Smart Phone was, then even if your company gave you a salary card upon hiring you, you would not know how to use it.

The same applied to this ID badge. Even if it was a salary card, Feng Xue did not know where he needed to go to withdraw the money.

"Who should I ask?"

Old Li's name immediately surfaced in Feng Xue's mind, because he was the only person who had spoken more than ten sentences to him since he had crossed over.

Moreover, the man seemed to possess knowledge that did not match that of an ordinary civilian. Feng Xue did not know why someone like him lived in the slums, but he felt Old Li should be able to answer his questions.

The only problem was—

He had no money.

"Tsk... I thought I had no money because I had not found a job. Who would have thought that I would still have no money after finding one... I hope Old Li will let me buy on credit, seeing as I have a job now."

Feng Xue shook his head helplessly and headed straight home. He did not know exactly where Old Li lived, but judging by yesterday's situation, it should be somewhere near his own shabby little house.

With that in mind, Feng Xue set off. Yet before he had gone very far, the ID badge in his pocket suddenly began to vibrate.

Feng Xue immediately took out the silver-white metal tag. To his surprise, a map had appeared on the formerly featureless badge, and two points of light were flashing continuously upon it.

At the same time, a string of information flooded into Feng Xue's mind—

"A corpse has appeared at the South District Materials Warehouse. Please proceed there immediately."

Feng Xue compared the map and confirmed that one of the points of light should represent himself. He tried swiping across the screen a few times and discovered that it could be freely zoomed in and out, making him grimace.

"Good Guy, what is this? Some immoral navigation system?"

But despite saying that, he immediately followed the map toward the point of light in South District.

The Landfill Area was, at the end of the day, only about the size of a small urban district. Even though Feng Xue's stamina was not particularly extraordinary, it took him only twenty minutes to reach his destination.

However, upon seeing the scene before him, the corner of his eye twitched. The blood all over the ground made him once again wonder whether the people of this world could respawn like Bitter Realm civilians.

He had been in this world for less than a week, yet he had already seen more than a hundred corpses. Feng Xue felt that, in his previous life, only forensic doctors and funeral home workers could have reached that kind of frequency.

There were barely any civilians on the street at the moment. Apart from three or four people trembling as they carried corpses, there was only a table piled with Bran Bricks and several Strong Men holding weapons.

Looking at the scene, which was no different from last night's, Feng Xue took out his ID badge for a glance, only to find that it had returned to its utterly ordinary state.

He hesitated over whether he should explain his profession, but then someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. Feng Xue spun around sharply, his ring finger curling slightly as he clearly prepared to trigger his sleeve arrow.

But when he saw who it was, his expression froze slightly. Then he heard the carefree voice of this middle-aged man, who had the air of an artist despite wearing rough work clothes.

"Stop spacing out. Work, work!"

"..." Feng Xue hesitated for a moment, said nothing unnecessary, and instead pulled over a prepared handcart from the roadside and began doing a Corpse Collector's work.

Perhaps because more people had died this time, Feng Xue gathered up six corpses in total. Taking the six Bran Bricks handed to him by the gang members, he dragged the handcart toward the city wall.

But before he had gone far, he saw Old Li dragging a cart full of corpses as well. The man stood idly at the intersection, and upon seeing him approach, immediately waved.

"Hey, hey! Xiao Feng! Aren't you a little too slow?"

"..." Feng Xue looked at the overly familiar Old Li, his brow furrowing once more. He Always Feel that this Chance Encounter was far too convenient.

The first time he had been cheated out of bricks did not count. When the Garbage Dump opened, everyone in the entire Landfill Area would go there anyway. But these latter two Chance Encounters—one in West District and one in South District—could not help but give him the thought of being wary of spectators. After all, he was a fan of Lord of Mysteries too.

Seemingly noticing his wariness, Old Li waved a hand and deliberately assumed a completely unguarded posture. He pulled his handcart along with his back facing Feng Xue as he spoke.

"Don't worry. Haven't you already been hired? We're colleagues now."

As he spoke, Old Li seemed worried that Feng Xue would not believe him. He took out a metal plate and waved it at him.

Feng Xue immediately activated his Golden Finger, and a line of information appeared—

Name: Old Li's Corpse Collector's ID Badge

Elements: [Communication], [Record], [Authentication], @#￥%E^U^%$&*^&%*%...

Balance: 1784 Ta

"It actually has a name? And what does balance mean? Can this thing store money like a salary card?" Feng Xue's vigilance eased slightly, only to be replaced by intense confusion. But more than any of that, what concerned him most was—

"How did you know I got hired?"

Old Li did not stop walking at his question, merely replying casually, "You'll know once you're officially employed and have condensed your Tag."

"Officially employed? Am I not officially employed already?"

"Uh..." Old Li's steps paused slightly, and then he said with some emotion—

"Speaking Of, don't tell me you collected a few corpses, then suddenly decided on a whim to go to the Employment Agency and choose a profession?"