Boss Ma arrived at the mountain.
Upon seeing the rows of corpses we had arranged, he was visibly startled.
His expression was ghastly, and he fought the urge to vomit.
Besides my master and me, there was also Mo Ting.
Though unfamiliar, he offered a friendly nod.
Then, he asked me,
"L-L-Little Daoist Priest Qin, several of these were workers who went missing from our construction site..."
"Yes, but after being bitten by zombies, they turned into walking corpses.
We've killed them all now.
I asked you to come up so you could see the results.
The one over there dressed in Qing Dynasty clothing was the old zombie.
Besides him, there was another one, but it was blasted into mere fragments..."
I briefly explained the situation to Boss Ma.
This allowed him to confirm the outcome,
especially considering this was a "three hundred thousand" big job.
Upon hearing my explanation, Boss Ma gasped, his face filled with shock.
His breathing quickened slightly, and he swallowed hard.
Only then did he seem to regain his composure.
"So, so, all the crisis has been resolved now, right?"
I shook my head,
"The zombie crisis has been resolved.
However, in the back of this mountain, there is still an old Huang Pizi demon.
It's best not to let your workers wander out freely at night or come up this mountain.
And definitely don't buy tofu pudding from that old woman in the vicinity at night."
Boss Ma listened, startled by my words,
but he firmly kept my advice in mind.
He then had a brief conversation with my master,
paying him several compliments.
He then took out his phone and directly transferred the remaining payment to my master's account.
He also repeatedly expressed his gratitude.
However, after the transfer, he noticed the more than ten corpses and began to worry.
Because the corpses had many marks from being cut by peach wood swords.
If reported, it could easily be classified as a criminal case.
A detailed investigation might implicate him.
He wouldn't be able to explain himself.
He then had the same idea as Mo Ting and said he would go down the mountain to find some shovels.
He asked us to help bury all these corpses in a suitable place.
He would figure out how to compensate the families through other channels later.
Little did he know, my master had already arranged a way out.
Waving his hand, he told Boss Ma not to worry.
He assured him that everything had been taken care of.
However, he didn't disclose the details of the arrangements to Boss Ma.
After all, this matter was sensitive, and the fewer people who knew, the safer it was.
Boss Ma trusted my master implicitly and nodded upon hearing this.
He then descended the mountain.
Not long after he left, several men in black Zhongshan suits arrived.
The leader was a middle-aged man with fair skin and a sickly appearance.
He was accompanied by four younger men behind him,
around the same age as me and Mo Ting.
Upon arriving, they immediately sought us out.
Mo Ting and I alerted my master to the presence of strangers.
My master saw them from a distance and told us not to be surprised, saying they were from the crematorium.
The three of us then followed my master to meet them.
The five men respectfully clasped their fists towards my master upon seeing him.
The leading middle-aged man addressed him,
"Uncle Gu."
My master nodded,
"Bai Ye, how has your master been recently?"
"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Gu. My master's health hasn't been good lately.
So, he couldn't come personally tonight.
He only informed me.
These are all my disciples.
They are to call you Master Gu."
The four young men complied, respectfully calling out "Master Gu."
My master nodded and said, "Good."
The middle-aged man, named Bai Ye, then looked at Mo Ting and me.
He smiled and said,
"Uncle Gu, I heard recently that you've taken in disciples.
Are these two brothers your esteemed pupils?"
My master chuckled heartily,
"This is my disciple Qin Ze.
And this is Old Scoundrel's disciple, Mo Ting."
Upon hearing my master speak, Mo Ting and I, following the custom of our profession, respectfully clasped our fists towards this Bai Ye.
Since he called my master "Uncle," he was of the same generation as us.
Therefore, Mo Ting and I both addressed him as "Brother Ye."
Bai Ye returned the gesture, smiling.
"It's a pleasure. In the future, if you need anything, just contact me, Bai Ye.
The yin and yang worlds are one, and we both make a living from this realm."
As he spoke, he handed me a business card.
I glanced down at it.
It read: Qingshan Funeral Home, Funeral Services Manager, Bai Ye, with a phone number and address.
It was quite formally presented.
After I took the card, my master and Bai Ye chatted for a bit longer, then explained the day's events.
Upon hearing about the zombie and the ten walking corpses, Bai Ye was also shocked and surprised.
The four disciples behind him also showed looks of astonishment.
Bai Ye then remarked,
"It's been almost ten years since we encountered zombies.
I didn't expect there to be so many this time.
Don't worry, Uncle Gu, this matter will be handled properly.
Legally and compliantly, there will be no issues.
The price was set by your master, three thousand per corpse.
Since Uncle Gu is entrusting this to me today,
as your nephew, I've taken the liberty to charge only thirty thousand for all eleven."
My master smiled,
"You indeed are a better businessman than your stingy master."
Bai Ye continued to smile, then waved his hand, instructing his four disciples to get to work.
They had brought body bags with them.
They quickly placed the corpses inside and sealed them.
The vehicle was parked down the mountain.
Once loaded, they would be transported back to the crematorium for cremation.
All the necessary procedures would be followed.
It would be legal and compliant, with no complications.
Of course, this was only applicable to cooperation within our industry.
For anyone else, it would be impossible...