"New Year? Of course."
Ning Zheng nodded.
The other Sect Masters and Sect Leaders were eager for their disciples and followers to be feverishly overworked.
But Ning Zheng was actually too afraid of them being overworked, feeling like they were on the verge of sudden death.
In reality, indeed, sudden death happened.
According to some statistics, due to work injuries left untreated, working while injured, and taking drugs to keep working... various suicidal behaviors leading to an average of 7 times sudden deaths per person.
People would suddenly bleed from the seven orifices while working on the roadside, convulsing on the ground, which became a normal state.
Afterward, they weren't taken to a doctor, but directly sent to the blacksmith shop's crematorium, where people would gather and hold a grand funeral.
If outsiders saw it, they would think I was a Demon Cultivator, abusing my followers.
Ning Zheng felt a headache between his eyebrows:
