I borrowed a brain f

Chen Luo stopped his movements, thrusting the shovel forcefully into the soil. He placed his other hand on the shovel handle and addressed the older man beside him.,Normally, corpses of beggars who died of old age don't need to be worried about. But these martial arts practitioners are different. Most of them die from assassination, and some even carry poison on their bodies even after death. Many young undertakers were poisoned to death while collecting the bodies of these martial arts practitioners. Besides martial arts practitioners, there is another type of corpse that needs to be careful: disaster victims. Because many disaster victims died of illness, even after death, they can still spread diseases and cause death.,Facing his uncle's teasing, Chen Luo simply ignored him. He put the corpse down and climbed out of the pit again, preparing to carry the last one. At this time, the rain got heavier, mixed with wind, blowing on his face painfully. A puddle beside them was washed away by the rainwater, forming a small mudslide that turned both of their pants legs yellow. The straw mat wrapped around the corpse was also washed open by the mudslide. Chen Luo, blinded by the rain, accidentally caught the skull through the mat.。