Chapter 2 The Corpse Collector

Although it was dusk, Yang Chang could tell from the tall outline that it was a strong man.

The man came out of the woods in a panic. The uncle and nephew suddenly jumped out and startled him so much that he dodged back. Finally, he saw that it was a man and not a tiger, and then he calmed down.

Yang De first made a few complaints, but the man said that he had killed the tiger and called himself Erlang of the Wu family in Qinghe County.

Wu Song said it lightly, so how could Yang De believe it?
Dozens of people holding weapons couldn't get close to the tiger, and you killed a tiger with your bare hands? What are you bragging about?
"Don't you believe it? There are bloodstains of giant insects on my body."

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just unbelievable."

"Ah"

As Wu Song laughed contemptuously, Yang Chang lit a torch and waved it at him.

I saw that he had a sturdy figure and a handsome appearance, a pair of eyes that shot out cold stars, and two curved eyebrows that were as dark as painted.

Yang Chang secretly praised the traveler Wu Song, and then said to Yang De: "Fifth uncle, I think warrior Wu has no external injuries, and the blood stains on his body may not be his. If the hero really gets rid of the evil, we don't have to work so hard to guard the mountain anymore."

"That's true. Why are you calling?"

"Just now I"

"You guys chat first. I'll go call all my companions down below. We can go to the top of the hill to verify later."

"Alright."

Yang Chang behaved calmly and Wu Song nodded in affirmation, thinking that this young man was more thoughtful than his companions.

Not long after, Yang Chang came up with a dozen villagers.

They were holding steel forks, crossbows, knives, guns and other weapons. Just by looking at their appearance, one could tell that their fighting power was not high.

As soon as they met, Yang De recounted the story of fighting the tiger.

Wu Song looked at the people's expressions and guessed that they didn't believe it either.

Just as he was about to explain, Yang Chang suddenly smiled and said, "It's useless for us to argue here. Why don't we go to the hill to find the tiger's corpse immediately and see the result later."

"Sanlang is right. I will lead the way for you."

When Wu Song was alone with Yang De, he specifically asked him about Yang Chang's name. He had just called him Sanlang affectionately, which made Yang Chang look surprised.

Yang Chang and Wu Song stood side by side in the front, which made Wu Song feel favorable towards them. He thought that these dozen or so strong country men were not as courageous as this young boy.

In fact, Yang Chang had never killed a chicken in his previous life, so how could he have the courage to face a wild tiger? He was just familiar with the plot.

Yang Chang's "extreme" behavior at this time was to win the favor of the tiger-fighting hero.

After all, in any era, it is good to rely on a big tree for shade.

Yang De was just an ordinary hunter, and Yang Chang had a hard time even having enough food and clothing following him, while Wu Song was the top fighter of Liangshan, and was able to retire after conquering Fang La.

If I could hold on to such a big brother, it would be worth my time traveling through time.

Yang Chang secretly looked forward to the future, and in a blink of an eye he followed Wu Song to the hill, where the body of the golden shaded 'big cat' was very conspicuous.

"Really dead?"

"The warriors are our benefactors, as they have rid the people of harm."

"As soon as we met just now, I knew he was a hero!"

"That's right? Killing a giant tiger with bare hands is truly a world-famous story."

Everyone was praising the tiger one after another, and the leading villager sent someone to report the news while directing his companions to tie up the tiger.

Everyone surrounded Wu Song and complimented him, and Yang Chang beside him was also surrounded in the middle.

When everyone dispersed and bound the tiger's corpse, they saw a golden light shining on the tiger's corpse.

Huh? This seems...
Yang Chang worked in the IT industry in his previous life, or to be more precise, he was a game leveling agent.

The cluster of golden light in front of me was too familiar. It was clearly the light and shadow prompt of items dropped by monsters in the game but not picked up.

The rest of the people, including Wu Song, didn't seem to notice anything unusual about the tiger corpse.

Could it be that.
Yang Chang swallowed his saliva. He had a premonition that the golden finger was coming, so he made an excuse to help and quickly squatted beside the tiger's corpse.

As soon as he touched the tiger's fur, a clue immediately flashed in Yang Chang's mind.

[Obtain the essence of the tiger. Use it to increase your strength. Please choose to use it or discard it. ]

Who would lose this thing? Unless you are mentally ill.

Choose to use!

As soon as Yang Chang thought about it, a warm current started from his eyebrows and then spread from top to bottom to his whole body.

At that moment, he felt as if he was in a sauna and his pores opened up.

Is this over?

Yang Chang spread his hands, not noticing any changes. "Sanlang, if you don't want to use any strength, then get out of the way quickly. We have to lift this beast up a little, and the rope needs to pass under its belly."

"That's right. I can see your forehead is sweating. I think your wound hasn't healed yet. Hero Wu has killed the big beast. Now you can rest and recover."

"okay."

"This beast must weigh several hundred pounds. It will take three or four people to lift it. Everyone, listen to my command and work together."

Yang Chang was about to get up and leave when he heard someone start shouting orders. He thought that since he had just used the tiger essence, why not take this opportunity to give it a try?

"I'd better lend a hand."

Yang Chang bent down and grasped the tiger's front legs, then stood up and lifted it up. The big tiger was as light as a chicken and he lifted it up with one hand.

"This"

"Saburo you"

"what?"

Yang Chang mistakenly thought that he had lifted the tiger's body too high, so he let go and threw the tiger's body to the ground, but was immediately blamed by his companions.

"Don't let go!"

"Uncle De, I didn't realize before that your nephew is quite strong."

"I didn't notice it. Maybe it's because he often goes hunting with me and carries a lot of things on his shoulders and backs, which makes him strong."

"Your Yang family has produced many talented people. I think Sanlang will have a bright future."

Such a simple action attracted the attention of the villagers and won their praise. Even Wu Song was amazed.

The villagers' praise was not in vain, as they had been hiding behind the hunters these days, and it was not the hunters' job to lift the tiger now. But since Yang Chang was strong, he had to help out when he was being praised.

On the way to the foot of the hill, the other villagers took turns to carry the load, but Yang Chang was the only one who did not change people.

Wu Song was also secretly surprised, thinking that this young man was no ordinary person.

When they reached the foot of the ridge, there were already seventy or eighty people waiting there who had received the news, so Yang Chang and the others put down their burdens.

Wu Song wanted to get acquainted with Yang Chang again, but he was surrounded by villagers and put into a sedan chair, and then carried to a nearby village.

The tiger plague on Jingyang Ridge was eliminated, and the good news spread like wildfire.

Dozens of wealthy families and hunters from the surrounding areas came, bringing gifts to see the tiger-fighting hero. During the meal, they inevitably asked about the tiger-fighting process, and there was an endless supply of wine, meat and food.

Uncle Yang De and his nephew went to the farm together and had a good meal with wine and food.

Maybe it was because it was difficult for Yang Chang to argue before, he never stopped talking after he sat down at the table, and his appetite was so huge that Yang De didn't recognize him.

This isn't your own food and wine, but you're really rude and you eat too much, aren't you?
I stayed overnight at the farm, sharing a room with my uncle.

Yang De snored after drinking, but Yang Chang tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Before, the young and strong fellow villagers said that the big tiger weighed about four or five hundred kilograms, and Yang was able to lift it with one hand, so both hands must have the strength of a thousand kilograms.

This was undoubtedly the result of the golden finger, but Yang Chang still had no idea how to use the golden finger specifically.

My heart feels itchy.

Thinking of the warm current that originated from his eyebrows and then flowed throughout his body, Yang Chang tried to lift his fingers.

The moment the touch was placed between the eyebrows, two lines of text appeared before my eyes.

[Corpse Picker: Living beings in the world come empty-handed, and water accumulates to form an abyss. The essence of their bodies returns to heaven and earth when they leave. This natal chart has the right to pick up new corpses, and the time limit for picking up corpses is one hour.]

[Fate motto: There is no high or low in the world, corpse collectors recycle the essence (dregs) of heaven and earth, your career has immeasurable merits! ]

Although Yang Chang didn't understand what fate was, he was very familiar with the right to pick up.

When he was playing games for clients, he often saw flashes of light, which meant that monsters had dropped items that could be picked up.

My goodness, is it because I play games and kill monsters every day that I have such a strange fate?

and many more.

There is a mention of dregs in Proverbs, which means you will pick up garbage?
No wonder there is a prompt option to discard it when obtaining the Tiger Essence. Yang is too narrow-minded.

While Yang Chang was mocking himself, a property panel appeared in the place where the text disappeared from his eyes, with five entries listed on it.

Name: Yang Chang

Cultivation: Mortal

Fate: Corpse collector

Attributes: Strength of a Tiger (As the name suggests, this is a strength that ordinary mortals cannot achieve. Note: Negative states such as hunger, fatigue, and injuries will affect the size and durability of the strength)
Skills: Hunter Apprentice (can use bows and arrows and lay simple traps, but lacks experience in hunting alone and is not enough to make a living)

After reading the definition of [The Strength of a Tiger], Yang Chang finally understood why he had been eating all the time. It turned out that lifting the tiger consumed too much energy. Isn't this just like refueling a car?
Given Uncle Wu’s current family situation, will he be able to support a big eater like me in the future?
He had to find a way to get on Wu Song's good side, since his brother had a food business after all.

(End of this chapter)