Corpse Collector, a profession that existed but was hardly respectable.
These people had to deal with corpses, determining their remaining value based on the debts they had incurred in life. Occasionally, they also accepted special assignments to locate and retrieve unusual organs from other people.
Corpse Collectors in some places even had to spread gu poison, then collect bizarrely deceased specimens and hand them over to laboratories in exchange for valuable experimental data.
In normal urban districts, a Corpse Collector's work was relatively monotonous. But once a district teetered on the edge of bankruptcy and a Regional Lock could Descend at any moment, their work became far darker.
And if an unexpected situation arose, Corpse Collectors would be abandoned immediately as well. That made this line of work something that could not stand the light of day, often requiring dealings with Demonic Cultivators.
Starting out disabled, saved by a Corpse Collector, with a talking electric scooter at her side—this beginning might not have been world-ending, but it was at least sewer-tier.
But there was no helping it. The road she had chosen had to be walked, even through tears.
Her current body tired easily. It did not take long before simply supporting herself left Miao Qingyu panting.
Lying back down in the warm paper scraps, she felt like a rabbit.
After resting for a while, she asked, "Do you know who I am?"
"Light Feather. It says so in your phone."
"Where's my phone?"
"The Corpse Collector took it. He probably went to see if he could get a small loan on it. But you're disabled, so your limit probably isn't high. Getting enough for a bowl of noodles would already be a huge victory!"
Perhaps because it could not move without its key inserted, the electric scooter was exceptionally