Old Hord dragged the corpses to a graveyard outside the city.
The graveyard was vast. Deep inside stood a caretaker's cottage, where the gravekeeper lived to guard against body snatchers and grave robbers.
After arriving at the graveyard, he did not bury the corpses on the spot. Instead, he dragged them into the cottage.
Inside the cottage, there was a bed on one side and another bed on the other.
One bed was for the dead to sleep on, and the other bed was also for the dead to sleep on.
Old Hord actually lived in the city. Didn't expect that, did you?
From the fresh corpses, he selected the two best-preserved ones and laid them separately on the two beds.
Then he took out an axe, a saw, a chisel, a knife...
And began to work.
"Master Lewis needs hearts, Master Wilde needs livers, Master Fangs needs kidneys, Master Zhang Peter needs eyeballs..."
One after another, he dug out the organs and casually tossed them into a stainless steel tray.
A graveyard tale.
He worked diligently, from dusk until dawn.
He gathered up the organs and placed them into boxes one by one.
"Winter is still the best. They won't stink even after sitting for days, and there's no need to use the power bestowed by the Deity."
Muttering to himself, he attached slip after slip of paper to the boxes before placing them up in the trees of a small forest outside the cottage.
He turned to leave, but after thinking it over, he reached out and brushed a hand across each box.
Afterward, patches of silvery-white frost appeared across the boxes.
Once everything was done, he transformed into a refined gentleman.
He walked to the main road, hailed a car, and rode back into the city to