I Am Your Natural Enemy

Only important or particularly troublesome clients required Pei Tugou to handle the pickup.

He was known for his meticulous and serious approach to work, never encountering issues; his driving was also remarkably stable. Since joining the Funeral Home, he hadn’t incurred even a minor scratch on a vehicle.

In other jobs, efficiency might be the priority, and some might have found him too rigid. He always strictly abided by traffic rules and never sped.

But at the Funeral Home, this was perfect, for his clients were never in a hurry, nor would the management ever rush him. As long as he completed the job steadily, without problems, and kept within the planned time, he had the freedom to work as he saw fit.

Once, when picking up a client whose body was already exhibiting Titan View, Pei Tugou spent a significant amount of time carefully cleaning it, even applying skills he had learned from the morticians.

That particular client, who had become a Ghost, was somewhat resentful and harbored grievances. The Ghost witnessed the entire process of its own body being meticulously prepared for burial. Since it was winter, the body was even considerately dressed in three layers of clothing.

The preparation process alone took over an hour. The Ghost, initially filled with resentment, watched intently. After observing, it imagined that if it were in Pei Tugou’s shoes, it too would have found its own corpse repulsive. In the end, its resentments dissipated.

On several occasions, clients’ relatives were so satisfied that they insisted on giving red envelopes. Pei Tugou always refused to accept them. Consequently, the envelopes were pressed upon the director, who would explain it was a local custom, saying, ”If you don’t accept this, my family member won’t be able to pass on peacefully.”

Under such circumstances, how could the director dare to refuse? If he declined the red envelope and some incident involving a Ghost occurred as a result, wouldn’t that be a terrible injustice to him?

There was a rule against employees personally accepting red envelopes. However, with a little flexibility—accepting them first, crediting them to the Funeral Home’s public account, and later distributing them as bonuses—the matter could be resolved without issue.

Pei Tugou was currently on temporary reassignment to the neighboring Luoyue County, still entrusted with the more troublesome and important tasks.

This ”trouble” usually referred to the common issues encountered when ”clients were difficult to retrieve.”

For example, sometimes the body was discovered quite late.

Or, in other instances, the client was reluctant to depart, proving uncooperative.

Today’s case wasn’t difficult because the client was hard to retrieve; rather, it was because the client was very important.

Pei Tugou changed into neat, formal attire, donned gloves, and arrived at the location. He solemnly received the client, who was covered with a white cloth.

Using a clean white cloth as a lining, he carefully placed the client into a new coffin. He then arranged the client’s favorite items and personal belongings beside the pillow.

Next, at the foot of the coffin, he lit three sticks of incense, fixing them in place. Silently, he wheeled the coffin onto the specially cleaned Spiritual Vehicle.

The vehicle moved smoothly along the road, steady and composed, neither accelerating abruptly nor braking sharply. Surrounding cars, upon seeing the markings on the Spiritual Vehicle, would naturally give way.

Inside the rear compartment of the Spiritual Vehicle, another Pei Tugou silently appeared. He yawned, observing the coffin with a slight frown.

He glanced at the three incense sticks at the foot of the coffin; all three had extinguished.

He extended a finger and gently lifted the coffin lid. Gazing at the girl inside, whose face was covered with a white cloth, he pulled the cloth away to reveal her slightly sunken eyelids.

Upon closer inspection, Pei Tugou’s expression turned grim.

He slipped a finger into her hair. With a light pinch of his fingernail, he extracted a dark wooden spike, holding it by its edge as he slowly pulled it out.

At that instant, the temperature inside the Spiritual Vehicle began to drop, and a resentful energy started to seep out.

The girl in the coffin, whose face had been peaceful, began to contort with ferocity. When she opened her eyes, they revealed only hollow sockets.

Pei Tugou suddenly bared two rows of brilliant white teeth, his smile even more ferocious than that of the girl in the coffin.

”What damned cur are you,” he snarled, ”daring to use my hands to clean up your mess?”

Pei Tugou, in his role as a driver, was not new to picking up such important clients; he was very clear on the procedure.

Once a body was loaded onto the Spiritual Vehicle, the procedures were actually simpler than for those who died of natural causes, because the necessary steps had already been completed beforehand.

Apparent missing organs or disfigurement were simply the results of prior extraction.

Not all organs from donors were utilized. Many organs were, in fact, unsuitable. After the usable parts were removed, some bodies still went through normal burial procedures.

Some individuals might also expressly wish to donate only a specific organ; it ultimately depended on their personal wishes.

Regardless of the preceding procedures, once a body was loaded onto the Spiritual Vehicle, it was generally transported directly to the Crematorium.

At this moment, Pei Tugou, looking at the wooden spike in his hand, roughly knew what the outcome would be if they reached the Crematorium.

A single flame would reduce everything to ashes, and the young girl before him wouldn’t even get the chance to turn into a Ghost.

And Pei Tugou, the driver, would unwittingly become an accomplice in this chain.

Pei Tugou (the one in the back) had no idea how the young girl had died or what the prior circumstances were. However, having known Wen Yan for so long, he had seen a great deal. He knew, at the very least, that a girl who died a natural death and donated her corneas would absolutely not have had such a wooden spike nailed into her fontanelle.

This not only suppressed any resentful energy but also prevented her from turning into a Ghost or her corpse reanimating.

Pei Tugou looked toward the Pei Tugou who was driving in front of the partition. He curled his lips into a smile and casually swung the Blood Rope.

The Blood Rope shot from the rear compartment, bursting two tires. The vehicle shook slightly and came to a stop at the side of the road.