The man walked briskly to the rotten wooden table, his large but agile hands beginning to pack up his belongings quickly:
"Corpse Collector, take your things and go back first, today's business can't be done. Don't get involved in trouble."
Alex hurriedly stood up. After becoming a Necro-Speaker, his five senses were significantly sharper; he could clearly hear the rapidly beating hearts of the panicked people outside, and naturally, the sounds from just now had been captured by his ears with clarity: "I'm already here, stay a bit…"
The man interrupted him rudely: "If you still want to earn this money, then don't continue wasting time."
While speaking, the man had stuffed all the tools, the scale, and the cash box into the dirty woven bag he carried with him, his movements practiced as if practiced hundreds of times:
