The Tomb Guardian said.
"Pretend I didn't say anything."
Liu Zheng admitted defeat decisively.
In a battle of reason with a cemetery, who was he to contend? He's not worth a damn thing.
"Take this."
The Tomb Guardian took out an envelope from the iron pot and tossed it to Liu Zheng.
Liu Zheng opened the envelope and took out a folded A4 paper.
"Appointing Liu Zheng, a third-class citizen, to handle the cemetery's odor pollution problem, with a one-week deadline. All units and individuals in the Metropolis are urged to provide necessary support and refrain from hindering..."
The document was signed with a miniature image of the cemetery's archway.
"This is..."
He looked at this document, unsure whether it counted as a notice or a letter of introduction, lost in thought.
"You can consider it as an Amulet, or as a death warrant. Which one it turns out to be depends on whether you complete the task on time."
The Tomb Guardian laid out the situation clearly.
