By coincidence, things happen, objects appear.
Emerging from the Bone Temple, Xu Qing had just reached the Desolate Bone Station when he saw a man shaking a bell, leading a group of the walking dead with talismans pasted on their foreheads, making their way through the Desolate Bone Station.
Looking closer at the man's attire, he wore straw sandals, donned a blue cloth outfit, a blue cloth cap on his head, and a black sash around his waist.
Xu Qing was more familiar with this garb than anyone; only a Corpse Driver would wear such attire.
Is it not said that everything in the world happens by chance, for the Corpse Driver came face-to-face with Xu Qing, instantly brightening with delight.
Such a robust frame, such height, would make an excellent subject for corpse refining!
Xu Qing was invigorated, for before him were fifty or so walking corpses, nearly equivalent to two or three months' income from his time at the Funeral Shop.