Qiao Josefu's mind went blank.
This was a big city's... This was a big city's...
Big city my ass!
This was—he'd clearly dug up dead people!
Qiao Josefu's hands trembled slightly. He stared dumbly at the fresh pit he had dug, vaguely spotting the bloodstained edge of clothing and a severed hand chopped off by his shovel.
The surroundings abruptly darkened considerably.
Qiao Josefu panicked at once. He hurriedly tossed the severed hand back in, then quickly buried the pit so thoroughly that no one would be able to tell!
I don't want the wages, and I won't eat dinner either. I'm leaving, right now!
His mind racing wildly, Qiao Josefu wanted to scoop up some dirt from nearby to fill the pit, so he hurried to another corner of the yard.
I'll just get some old dirt from here.
But the moment his shovel went down, there was a crack, and he hit something else.
Qiao Josefu pried up the shovel. This time, he had dug up half a jaw.
There were... bodies here too?
Qiao Josefu stared stupidly at the earth beneath his feet. He scraped at it twice with his shovel and immediately saw a sight that made every hair on his body stand on end.
Beneath his feet, in the soil, were corpses.
Not one corpse, but many—many human corpses.
It was obvious that whoever had buried them was professional and calm. To save space, they had stacked the bodies with heads and feet alternating. Thus, Qiao Josefu saw two layers of corpses at a glance, and there seemed to be more beneath those two layers. For a moment, he had no idea how many bodies had been buried here.
Qiao Josefu raised his head again and looked at the yard, at the distance between where