Chapter 100: The Bright Moon and the Rivers and Mountains Always Speak Easily, Yet the Silent Mountains and Rivers Are the Most Fearful

Stealing half a day of leisure amid the fleeting years, the true flavor of life lies in simple joy.

After several days of idleness, Song Mo began to join Xia Yu in the old street teahouse, listening to the curious tales whispered both inside and outside the alleys.

One day, upon entering the teahouse, they saw a group of mortuary attendants gathered beneath the eaves, speaking in low tones. Approaching quietly, Song Mo caught the voice of Niu Tuzi, a mortuary worker from Room 21, feigning mystery as he said, “Word is, today the mortuary received a courtesan’s body. Quite a handsome one!”

At this, the usually lewd men perked up eagerly. Seeing their interest, Niu Tuzi lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Brothers, I sneaked a peek today. That courtesan’s figure puts old Mr. Lin’s granddaughter to shame. Wonder who’ll get her? Let me know, and I’ll treat you all to breakfast tomorrow.”

Song Mo’s expression darkened sharply, his voice stern. “Respect the dead. The mortuary has rules about the sanctity of the body. Are you looking to shorten your own lives?”

“Better to die beneath the peony and be a ghost with style,” Niu Tuzi retorted with vulgarity, “You’re always ogling old Mr. Lin’s granddaughter; maybe you two are already rolling in bed together. The full-fed don’t know the hunger of the starving.” His crude words sparked uproarious laughter.

Frowning, Song Mo was about to rebuke him when Xia Yu, unable to hold back, delivered a powerful kick that sent Niu Tuzi sprawling in pain. The others fell silent, wary of provoking Xia Yu.

At that moment, Wu Wanlin and He Yiming arrived. Wu Wanlin’s face was grim as he asked, “What’s going on here? The mortuary forbids internal strife. Don’t you know the rules?”

The crowd dispersed immediately, while Song Mo recounted Niu Tuzi’s offensive words verbatim. Wu Wanlin shot a disgusted glance at the fallen man and said coldly, “The mortuary cleanses itself of filth. Don’t let me see you here again.”

With that, Wu Wanlin and He Yiming turned and left.

Niu Tuzi clutched his stomach as he staggered to his feet, glaring venomously at Song Mo, ready to retort, but Xia Yu struck again, knocking him unconscious.

Xia Yu was about to continue when Song Mo stopped him. “Enough. Let’s not soil our hands.”

Their interest extinguished, the two turned away, foregoing the teahouse, and returned to the mortuary.

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As evening’s afterglow bathed the walls, Song Mo logged the day’s work and retired early to his cold pallet.

Unexpectedly, a knock came at the door.

Opening it, he found Wei Chen standing there.

“Brother Song, I heard about today’s incident. Stay strong!” Wei Chen said earnestly.

“Enough talk. Bring in the body,” Song Mo smiled.

Wei Chen helped place the body on the table, then left.

Lighting the soul-stabilizing lamp in the corner, Song Mo lifted the white cloth, momentarily stunned.

The corpse was of a beautiful woman, her face deathly pale, wrists marked by numerous, irregular slashes.

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