"May you rest in peace, elder!"
In the ruins, Yang Ze sincerely kowtowed three times to a withered skeleton before he got up and took a sophisticated Qiankun Bag from it.
This was the fifth skeleton he had found, and also the fifth Qiankun Bag he had found.
He hadn't checked what was inside yet, but just these five Qiankun Bags alone represented a considerable fortune.
And their P11 Corps was currently running low on Qiankun Bags.
Yang Ze tied the Qiankun Bag to his arm, then he found a soft spot in the ground nearby, dug a makeshift grave, carefully placed the skeleton inside and covered it over.
He set up a stone stele and inscribed a plain and straightforward epitaph.
He gave a final kowtow, ending this adventure with his respect.
This was what Liu Sui demanded.
While they scavenged, they must properly bury any human remains they encountered.
This was the last thing they, as fellow humans, could do for the deceased.
Even in death, they deserved dignity.
