Once the plan was set, I drove toward White Stone Mountain.
It had been a long time since I had visited White Stone Funeral Home. By the time I arrived, it was already noon.
The place was still the same—run-down and old.
Its battered signboard and iron gates were covered in rust.
There was a security booth beside it. The guard inside was Master Chen, if I remembered correctly. He was not very old.
"Master Chen!"
I called out to the security booth.
Master Chen slid open the glass window.
"Well, if it isn't Daoist Jiang!"
"Master Chen, please open the gate. I'm going in to find Grey Master."
"Sure thing!"
Master Chen walked straight out of the booth and pulled open the gates.
Among all the funeral homes in Mountain City, this one was the quietest.
Yet White Stone Funeral Home also held the highest status in all of Mountain City.
Especially the huge bronze furnace inside, used for cremating corpses. It could burn any corpse; even zombies would be reduced to ashes inside it. It was the most formidable cremation furnace in Mountain City.
The gates opened.
I drove straight into the funeral home.
"Thanks, Master Chen!"
"Daoist Jiang, you may have to wait. Grey Master went out to collect bodies and probably won't be back until later."
"Alright!"
As we spoke, I drove into a parking space outside the cremation room.
There were a lot of rats here, and they were not afraid of people.
The rats clustered thickly around the corners of the walls. Some even stood upright and watched us.
Master Chen came over to greet us. After we handed him a cigarette, he returned to the security booth.
Mao Jing and I had nothing else to do, so we lit cigarettes and stood in