Scrape, splat, scrape, splat...
"One shovel of ash, one shovel of dirt, bury the child, then bury the parents~"
Caramel Snail hummed his own little tune as he poured all the sewer sludge back in. The three corpses, their eyes still wide open, were slowly submerged before being covered with a shovelful of dirt. He patted down the surface, spreading the dust evenly and packing it tight.
Anyone who killed often knew that killing was easy, disposing of the body was hard. But this was the Realm Abyss. As the saying went, there was green earth everywhere in life, and loyal bones could be buried anywhere. Given the workload of the Realm Abyss peacekeepers, it would be quite a while before they got around to these cases.
However, as a kind-hearted Holy Mother, Li Aoz did not wipe them all out. Looking at the lump of flesh kneeling before him, he said bluntly:
"Look at you. You were so careless walking around. See? Mosquitoes sliced your wrist tendons, a ladder bit off your legs, a glass bottle in the sewer stabbed away one of your kidneys, sewer gas ruined one of your eyes... Good thing you met me. Otherwise, you'd have lost your life."
Aisher, who had been beaten beyond human recognition in the physical sense, wanted to cry but had no tears.
It was not that Yan Wang before him was especially terrifying. Rather, the other man had torn out his tear glands. The crushing pain had already numbed him, and his one remaining eye could not even look at Li Aoz.
"Do you think your disguise was that good? You saw that we were undocumented and wanted to extort us? I didn't sell you to demons not because I was too lazy to perform the ritual, but because