Volume 1 Chapter 059: Favorable Treatment
When I saw it, I couldn't help but curse, "Fuck it", picked up a stone from the ground, rushed in, and hit the bastard on the head.
The stone I picked up was not small, and the edge was sharp. When I hit him, a stream of blood immediately flowed down his head. After being hit, the man took a long time to react. He stood up and touched his head. His hand was covered in blood. He looked at me and said, "What... did you... do..."
Seeing his face covered in blood, I couldn't help but feel scared. I took a few steps back and cursed, "What a good thing you have done!" This time I looked carefully and saw that the man was wearing a white coat and had a small metal plate on his chest with the words "Ronghua Funeral Home" written on it. I thought he should be an employee of the funeral home.
This thought made me even more angry. Since he was an employee of the funeral home, he could be considered one of our colleagues. Our profession has been dealing with corpses since ancient times. We work for corpses and eat the food of corpses. So in our profession, killing and robbing is excusable, but if you dare to desecrate a corpse, you will be punished by heaven and earth. Heaven and earth will not tolerate it.
Although I am still young, I have kept in mind this rule left by our ancestors. If I see someone who dares to molest a corpse, I will beat him up no matter what.
The man looked at the blood on his hands, and suddenly his arms stretched out and grabbed me by the head. This came without any warning, and before I could even escape, he grabbed me by the neck and lifted me up.
I was young and short, and this man was very tall. He held me by the neck, and my legs were suspended in the air. He was tall, and his hands were huge. Although he looked very thin, he was surprisingly strong. I couldn't breathe when he held me by the neck. I was scared, so I hugged his arm with my backhand , twisted it with force, and hooked my feet around his neck. I had been crawling and rolling on the rocky slopes under the supervision of my third uncle since I was a child, so this basic skill was very solid.
But the man's arms were surprisingly long, and I missed them when he pushed them out. But my neck was already tightly held by him, and after this, my vision went dark and I almost fainted. At this moment, I heard someone outside shouting, "Where is this kid?"
Then I felt my body fall to the ground, probably because the man had let me down. I lay on the ground, my chest felt stuffy, and my neck was sore and swollen. I had used too much force just now and twisted my neck.
Then I heard someone behind me say, "Don't move." It was a woman's voice, and from the sound of it, it was the person who had just said "Where did this kid come from?" outside the door.
My neck was crooked and I couldn't move it even if I wanted to. After a while, I felt a pair of hands touching my neck. It was cold to the touch, but very smooth and soft.
"Who are you, kid? Why did you come to our funeral home to steal things?" the woman asked softly.
When I heard this, I cursed in my heart, you are the one who steals things, your whole family steals things, which thief is so stupid to come to the funeral home? But just as I thought about it, the woman's hand on my neck suddenly exerted force, and I didn't even have time to utter "ah". I just felt my neck click, and I immediately regained consciousness.
I got up and looked, and saw a woman with a very plump figure, about thirty years old, very pretty, wearing a slim-fitting light pink long skirt with a corset. Her chest was bulging, the kind you always see on TV a thin waist and a big butt. Her skin was rosy and delicate, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. She was much more feminine than Qingzi, that lazy woman.
"This child is quite handsome." The woman was already very close to me, and she moved closer while talking. Suddenly, her bulging chest pressed against me, and I could only smell an indescribable scent of perfume. She slightly opened her rosy and plump lips and blew a breath towards me.
I have never experienced this since I was a child. My face turned red immediately. I thought about moving away, but I vaguely felt that this seemed to be quite comfortable. My body did not listen to my brain and I just stood there without moving.
The woman had a smile on her lips, her eyes were watery as if water was about to come out , and she was about to get closer to me with her chest puffed out when she heard footsteps outside, and soon a few people came in.
"Yan Zi, why are you running here if you're not looking after your treasures?" The speaker was a short and fat man with a dark complexion, a big nose and a big mouth. There was a black mole at the corner of his mouth, and a tuft of black hair coquettishly grew on the mole.
The woman named Yan Zi turned around and glared at the black-haired man, and said in a delicate voice: "I can come whenever I want, what's it to you?"
Heimao snorted and said, "If your treasures are touched by others, I'll see how you cry!"
Yan Zi said, "In this place, apart from a few of you ragtag guys, there is usually not a single ghost to be seen. Who would come to touch my treasure?"
The black-haired man sneered and pointed his thick finger at me: "No one came in, so how did this little devil come in?"
Yan Zi was about to retort when she heard an old man standing next to Heimao shout with a sullen face: "What are you arguing about? What a scene!"
The old man was tall, with white hair and wrinkles all over his face. He was obviously quite old, probably in his sixties if not seventy. But he spoke with full energy and a loud voice. The only scary thing was that his eyes, the left one was gray, like a lifeless glass ball.
The old man actually had a decent appearance, but his eyes were one black and one white, which made him look quite ferocious and weird. However, it seemed that he had a high reputation among the others. When he said this, Yan Zi and the black-haired man shut up.
Yan Zi said in a delicate voice: "Boss Ma, it's all because of this damn dwarf who provoked me."
The "dwarf" was obviously referring to Heimao, who was indeed the shortest among the crowd. In addition to him and Ma Lao, there was a third person who came in with them. He was a man who looked very honest, with a burly figure and well-developed muscles. However, he stood aside as soon as he came in, and did not say a word, just listening to the conversations of the people in the room.
Heimao was not an easy person to get along with either. He was about to retort, but was stopped by Ma Lao, who said in a deep voice, "Yanzi, why don't you get up right away? What a shame!"
I was still being pushed into a corner by Yan Zi, that woman, and I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Yan Zi responded, "I know, boss."
She turned around and suddenly stuck out her red tongue to lick my face, then giggled and stood up.
I had never eaten this before. My face felt as hot as a stove, and I felt dazed and dizzy. Then I heard someone say in a muffled voice, "Where did this kid come from? Get him out!" From the voice, it was the black-haired guy.
Damn it, you big head ghost. I cursed in my heart, got up, patted my butt and said, "Are you from the funeral home?"
The black-haired guy yelled, "You little brat, you know this is a funeral home and yet you still come here to mess around!" Then he came over and tried to grab me and throw me out.
I hurriedly yelled, "You guys are just fooling around. You clearly said you were hiring people, and now I'm here, and this is how you treat me?"
Hearing what I said, the black-haired guy was obviously stunned for a moment, but then he said in a muffled voice: "What are you doing, you little brat? Get out of here!"
But he was stopped by the woman named Yan Zi, who said in a tender voice, "Hey, you shorty, why are you so anxious? Didn't you hear that the child is here to apply for a job?"
I took the job posting out of my pocket and waved it at them.
The swallow exclaimed, "Eh?" and said, "Are you really here to apply for a job?" It turned out that the woman didn't believe it at all just now, and she said that just to compete with the black-haired man.
I slapped the job posting on the charnel ground and said, "You're here to apply for a job. I've been looking for you for quite some time, but I can't find any of you!"
Swallow and Heimao were about to speak, but were stopped by Old Ma. He looked me up and down with his one eye, frowned and said, "Are you really here to apply for a job?" The old man's voice was very steady, but from his tone, he seemed a little unconvinced.
"That's right, didn't your job notice say that you were recruiting a makeup artist with preferential treatment?" I pointed to the crumpled notice on the bed.
