I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 843 315: Ashes to Ashes, Half a Day of Calm (5k)

"You're the client's family, right?" The director instantly broke into a smile, thinking Wen Yan was quite sensible.

"I'm not really family, it's more of a task for the Scorching Sun Department."

"Same thing, they're all referred to as client's family."

With that, the director relaxed. The Virtue City Funeral House cooperating with the Scorching Sun Department was not an everyday thing, but on average, it happened at least once a week.

Wen Yan wasn't here to work, so everything was fine.

"It's good that you're not here for work. This lousy job, what's so good about it, right?

If I weren't retiring in a few years, I wouldn't want to work either.

You're here early, are you here to send off a client with the first furnace?"

"Yes, this must be burned in the first furnace, and after that, this furnace can't be used for the rest of the day."

"Oh, looks like it's a troublesome one, go ahead, I remember no wealthy folks booked the luxury furnace today, perfect for warming it up."

The director wasn't entirely at ease after speaking.

He started pondering whether Wen Yan coming to work made things complicated, or if things got complicated simply because Wen Yan came.

Pondering for a while, the director cautiously added.

"Today you're in the role of the client's family, better keep things clear, don't do anything."

"Director, don't worry, I've been busy for quite some days and finally finished. I'm too lazy to do anything."

"The people at the Scorching Sun Department are really unreasonable, you're so badly injured, and they still make you work, you should take a good vacation. It's only two months until the New Year, best to talk about this after. I'll call the people at the Scorching Sun Department now to have a good talk; this kind of borrowing shouldn't be so exploitative, seriously..."

Having given his heartfelt advice, the director quickly left.

Wen Yan watched the director's back, scratching his head. He couldn't recall when he was seriously injured.

He couldn't remember at all.

It seemed like it didn't happen?

Wasn't it those two times he went to Miracle World, it's been over half a year, maybe he forgot because it's been so long?

The director briskly entered the funeral home and immediately called the key personnel of the house.

"Everyone be alert today, let's not have any slip-ups."

"What's up?" Old Zhang from the Cremation Department was quite indifferent.

"Wen Yan is here."

Old Zhang instantly perked up, immediately brewing a strong cup of tea for himself, preparing to start the new workday.

Originally, none of them really cared about these things, after all, over the years, has the Virtue City Funeral House ever encountered less?

Every few days, they would drag in a body from a different race for cremation, and the old ice warehouse had quite a count of things not suitable for random storage under cold seal suppression.

But talking about it actually makes things happen, the director's word made everyone think, better to believe it than not.

This place is inherently spooky, those who've seen a lot of eerie things know there's no reason not to believe.

Wen Yan entered the yard, greeting colleagues, and saw Pei Tugou driving the spiritual vehicle to pick up a client.

The morning here was still a bit chilly, though cold but not sinister.

Experienced old employees could discern whether it was a weather issue or something spooky just by sensing the chill.

Big Sister Ye from the Internment Department was already busy at this hour.

When it comes to normal work hours at eight, client's family members would arrive.

The client's family would first take a look at the body, seeing how the client's makeup or restoration looks, bringing up any unsatisfied parts during this time.

Though the ones with opinions or unsatisfied client's family are few, truly unsatisfied clients are even rarer.

Wen Yan arrived outside the workplace, seeing Big Sister Ye fully equipped in the workshop, restoring a severely injured client.

As Wen Yan entered this place, the chill here felt slightly different than outside.

He glanced around and spotted a ghost with half its face blurred, hiding behind a cabinet, seemingly terrified of the yang energy naturally carried by him.

Seeing it was just a normal ghost with no grievances, Wen Yan comforted it with a few words.

"Don't worry, Big Sister Ye is the best mortician I've seen, she'll surely restore you well.

If you have any last words or messages to relay, I can deliver them to your family.

It's best not to stir things up casually, becoming a ghost is really not easy."

The ghost hiding behind the cabinet seemed to be in their thirties, possibly just at the point of potential optimization, with elders and young ones to care for, bearing the greatest pressure.

Wen Yan took a look at the information, it was a car accident, an abrupt death, likely too sudden, holding onto unfinished business, thus turning into a ghost.

Even without directly targeting him, without unleashing yang energy, Wen Yan's normal state already circulating blood and energy naturally brought some yang energy, which wasn't something this newly appeared little ghost could withstand.

Standing there calm and peaceful, in the ghost's eyes, Wen Yan seemed like a quietly burning furnace, radiant and brilliant.

The ghost, new and dazed, knew that becoming a ghost was nothing special given Wen Yan's stance unless irrationally done.

The ghost hemmed and hawed for a while and quietly spoke up.

"I want to know, can my ongoing litigation ultimately rule as an illegal dismissal?"

"Alright, once the result is out, someone will inform you. Anything else?"

"And, it should be the other party's full responsibility, right?"