In the southern camp.
April mumbled, "Why is our life so hard? This time when we return to City No.10, we must eat hot pot for seven days. No, ten days."
The surrounding crows chuckled kindly, "The boss and the others are on the front lines in the south, taking all the six-eyed crows with them, so it can't be any easier for them. This year's work is particularly abundant, and the New Year is almost here. I guess the bonus won't be small this year."
A group of transcendent corpse collectors stood in the bloody battlefield, discussing hot pot and year-end bonuses, a highly incongruous picture.
The crows neatly collected the bodies of the transcendents one by one and then prepared to move on northwards without looking back.
The Grand Elder of the Fire Pit saw this and curiously asked, "Wait, where are you going?"
April turned back and replied, "Of course, we are going to continue collecting transcendents. We might even find some taboo objects."
