Rustle…  Dark-skinned fingers ran across the cowhides. A slightly chubby man wearing a red robe with a pipe in his mouth carefully cleaned up the cowhides hanging in the air.

This was a house constructed out of stone. It wasn’t small by any means, and it sat on a plot of land of approximately 400 to 500 square meters in size. Furthermore, the roof of the house was surprisingly ten meters tall. There were numerous cowhides hung inside, all of which appeared rough, but practically translucent. It looked no different from a tailoring workshop.

The man held a small knife in his hand as he forcefully trimmed the cowhide. From time to time, he would exhale a mouthful of smoke, filling the already-hazy room with even more smoke. Just as he was about to proceed with the repair works to the cowhide, there was suddenly a sickening crunch.

He had pinched the knife a little bit too hard between his fingers, and the excessive force caused his finger to twist at an inhumane angle.

“Tsk, this body has already been dead for 30 years now…” The man sighed softly as he gently straightened out his broken finger, “It’s about time I replaced this old bag of bones of mine. But where am I supposed to find the money to replace these bones with the meagre pay I receive from the work here at the gate to the ...