Every single one of these customers was a ghost.
The moment I arrived, all the ghosts turned their heads toward me in unison.
Each of them was pale-faced, staring at me numbly.
I wasn't afraid of them. I simply stepped forward a few paces and lined up behind them.
There were both male and female ghosts, most dressed in burial clothes, though some wore ordinary clothes.
Besides that, several of these ghosts were rather unusual.
One ghost had a severed hand and was holding it in his other hand.
Another had a huge gash in his stomach, with his intestines spilling out, which he held in both hands.
Two more had several bloody gashes across their necks and faces. They looked terrifying...
In short, all of these ghosts looked extremely horrifying.
Ghosts looked the way they did because however they looked when they died was how they would look after death.
Unless they advanced and became more vicious evil spirits, they would retain that appearance forever.
If someone knowledgeable in the world of the living repaired their bodies and tidied their features while preparing their corpses for burial and cremation, that could also change how they looked after death.
They had definitely come here to have Grandma Cloud White repair their bodies.
That was what I thought, but I made no sound and said nothing.
Like an ordinary ghost customer, I quietly stood in the back and waited in line.
Only a few minutes had passed when I felt a gust of yin wind sweep in from behind me.
The ghosts lined up in front of me all turned around in unison and looked toward the direction it had come from.
Seeing them all look that way, I turned to look as well.
At first, I didn't see anything. I