The night was deep.
A handcart slowly rolled out of the Patrol Inspectorate under the escort of nearly a hundred patrol inspectors.
Chu Mu remembered that this was the same handcart that had hauled the old man's corpse from that mountain village to the dungeon.
And now, it was once again this handcart hauling the old man's corpse out of the dungeon—after it had been torn into pieces and then stitched back together.
Next, the corpse would be hung from the paifang at the exit of North Town.
Displaying the corpse in public... to... lure the snake out of its hole.
It had to be said that the seemingly unremarkable coroner possessed remarkably good skills.
The corpse had been dissected into pieces, but after being stitched back together with needle and thread and dressed in a funeral garment, it was surprisingly difficult to spot anything amiss.
Only the hideous lines of the stitches could be faintly seen, giving it an indescribably horrifying appearance.
"Hang it up."
At the exit of North Town, under Wu Shuo's arrangements, the already utterly ghastly-looking corpse was hoisted beneath the tall paifang.
The night sky loomed overhead, flames flickered, and a hideous corpse hung in the air, swaying with the wind. Fortunately, the patrol inspectors present had experienced everything firsthand. Otherwise, if they had been strangers to the truth, they would probably have been scared half to death.
"Brother Mu, are there really ghosts?"
Even now, Xu Yuan clearly still hadn't recovered from the news about the Grievance Soul. He looked toward Chu Mu and asked haltingly.
"Stop letting your imagination run wild!"
Chu Mu took the booklet containing the Body Forging Art from his robes and stuffed it into Xu Yuan's hands. "Study it yourself when you have nothing to do. Come ask me