Urgent Corpse Dispatch

The sun was already high in the sky, and the temperature was soaring.

Surrounding the stinking corpse beneath the sun, the ordinary members of the Blood Eagle Gang couldn't help sweating at the brow.

Zhang Lin was rummaging through the miscellaneous items in Luo Heng's household, intent on finding more clues. He had already reached an account book.

Seeing this, the man who was familiar with Luo Heng and had just gone to investigate his household could only brace himself and say somewhat nervously that he actually knew Luo Heng had once paid out of his own pocket to fill the hole on Du En's side.

"Oh? Those corpse buriers are getting pretty bold now?"

"Well, it seems so... My lord, do you think they could have done it? Especially that Du En. He acts as if no one else exists, refuses to listen to reason, and I've seen him from a distance before..."

The more he spoke, the less he could continue.

That was because the look in Zhang Lin's eyes was so strange that he was practically laughing from anger.

"Do you take me for a fool?"

"No, I wouldn't dare!"

"Then how dare you spout this kind of bullshit to me?"

Unable to hold back, Zhang Lin slammed the thick account book in his hand onto the man's head, striking him until his scalp split and blood flowed.

Thud!

The man immediately knelt and kowtowed. "My lord! Gang master! I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have concealed anything from you, and I shouldn't have just tried to shirk responsibility!"

"Hmph! Since your attitude toward admitting your mistake is fairly good, I'll fine you twenty Spirit Stones!"

As Zhang Lin spoke, he simply held out his hand.

Although the man was in so much pain from his head and heart that he could hardly breathe, he still tremblingly took out the Spirit Stones, accepting both his mistake and his punishment.

Zhang Lin swept his gaze over the people who had just investigated the area.

The meaning was obvious.

Pay up and accept your punishment!

They dared not disobey. Their hearts felt as though their parents had died, and they all took out their Spirit Stones.

Having taken advantage of the opportunity to extort a sum of Spirit Stones and line his own pockets, Zhang Lin's expression immediately softened.

In his heart, he continued speculating about the culprit's identity.

"Could it be that Du En?"

After hearing that, even he felt somewhat uncertain. He flipped through Luo Heng's account book and found the relevant entry, then closed it speechlessly.

"Although in a few days it'll be the deadline for that good-for-nothing Luo Heng to collect payment from those lowly laborers, this Du En has only been here for less than two months!"

It couldn't be him!

His cultivation level didn't match at all!

Besides, Zhang Lin knew exactly how much corpse buriers were paid. To buy this Earth Bullet Technique capable of killing someone, one needed twenty-five Low-grade Spirit Stones!

Du En had only received one month's wages—three Low-grade Spirit Stones. How could he have bought it? It couldn't be that some kindhearted person had given it to him for free, right?

Therefore.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

It definitely hadn't been Du En's doing. Of course, those corpse buriers had dared not pay protection fees, so they would definitely need to be dealt with properly later.

As for now... Sure enough, the culprit could only be the Iron Hand Gang!

That good-for-nothing Luo Heng had inexplicably come here in the middle of the night instead of staying home. He might have been summoned here, or there might have been some other reason.

Could he even have been an inside man?!

At that thought, Zhang Lin secretly sucked in a breath of cold air and immediately became cautious and wary, afraid this was a targeted scheme with some grand ulterior motive.

"That is possible. Otherwise, how could that fellow Luo Heng have been reduced to needing to pay out of his own pocket because of a mere early-stage newcomer who'd been here for less than two months?"

He couldn't possibly have been this useless, could he?

There was definitely a trap here!

With that thought, Zhang Lin's brows rose. "Hmph! This matter isn't over! The culprit won't get away!"

Then, when the others' attention was focused on him, he suddenly changed direction. "As for Luo Heng, that good-for-nothing, he's simply disgraced our Blood Eagle Gang. Hurry up and drag him away and bury him at once, so he won't keep making a spectacle of himself!"

Having said this, before the others could react, he put on an act and hurried away, afraid he would fall into a trap and be ambushed.

Could he be going to report to the gang leader?!

The gang members were startled when they saw this. They didn't dare delay and hurriedly obeyed, lest they end up carrying some burden that could crush them to death.

Luo Heng's corpse was thus transported to the corpse carriers.

With the overseer absent, when it came to a corpse the Blood Eagle Gang had explicitly ordered to be delivered urgently, the corpse carriers naturally moved as quickly as possible. They didn't dare delay, lest they get themselves into trouble.

The corpse was loaded, the whip cracked, and the laboring Green-skinned Water Buffalo, which possessed a trace of demonic beast bloodline, dragged the heavy flatbed cart steadily toward the Corpse Burial Wasteland.

Caw~ caw~

As they passed along the woodland path, the birds and beasts gathered there were disturbed. They flapped and shrieked hoarsely, taking flight as an entire flock.

"Hm?"

The six people burying corpses in the wasteland naturally stopped because of this and turned their heads to look over.

Was something happening?

Had demonic beasts launched an attack?

In broad daylight, birds and beasts usually kept far away from the Corpse Burial Wasteland. The only living, breathing creatures here were the six of them. Even Ning Caize, the most senior among them, had never heard of any demonic beasts appearing at this time of day.

So what was going on?

The group lifted their shovels, somewhat tense, and silently looked toward Du En.

He had a good idea of what was happening.

"They've delivered it this quickly. It seems Luo Heng's death hasn't aroused any suspicion about me. In that case... they probably think the Iron Hand Gang did it?"

Watching the carrion birds circling overhead without leaving, Du En made this judgment inwardly.

"Du En! Come over here!"

A corpse carrier appeared at the path, wearing equally thick clothing, though unlike the corpse buriers, he hadn't wrapped even his head up tightly. He waved toward them from a distance.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to approach this sinister wasteland either!

It wasn't only the corpse carriers who felt this way. Even the overseer who should have been stationed here to supervise Du En and the others was absent, since no one wanted to take the post.

In any case, the manager had other methods of roughly monitoring the daily progress of corpse burial without coming here.

Therefore, the overseer's post here had remained vacant for a very long time.

The six corpse buriers, Du En and the others, only needed to finish their work. They had considerable leeway in other matters, which counted as the sole advantage of being lowly laborers.

"I'll go take a look."

After saying this to the others, Du En carried his shovel and walked toward the corpse carrier.

When he drew near, he could see a corpse transport cart parked beneath the shade along the path, while a group of Strange Owls and Grey Jackals watched it greedily from a distance.

The flatbed cart was quite large. Packed tightly, it could hold more than twenty corpses. Its whole surface was a dark color, formed by years of soaking in blood and corpse fluids. It could no longer be washed clean and gave off a faint, aged stench of gore.

Luo Heng's corpse had been casually tossed onto the cart. Blood-tinged water seeped out and dripped continuously through the gaps between the boards.

"Luo Heng? What's going on here?"

Du En pretended not to understand and asked.

"Why bother asking so much? In any case, can you bury him today?"

"Fine. If it's only one extra corpse, I can just barely accept it."

According to the rules, the corpse buriers only handled the batch of corpses transported here together in the early morning. This insertion was extra work, so it depended on Du En's attitude.

The person responsible for delivering the corpse was afraid Du En would refuse it, leaving him with no choice but to haul it back.

Fortunately, he didn't.

"Then I'll leave him to you!"

After helping drag the corpse off the cart, the man turned the ox around and hurried away, as though his backside were on fire.

Du En wasn't surprised. He stood before Luo Heng's corpse, and after the other man had gone some distance away, he lowered his head and examined it, confirming that no one had tampered with the body.

After all, he was the one who had killed him and knew it intimately.

Only then did he dare reach out directly. He pried open the gash in the abdomen and then suddenly pulled the intestines and stomach upward.

Gurgle~

Gastric fluid, intestinal fluid, and blood, mixed with digested and undigested matter, surged out of the mouth.

A familiar little pouch was mixed among it all.

"There really was one. Then again, hiding something inside the body is indeed a relatively good method."

Du En picked it up, wiped it casually, and stuffed it into his clothes pocket. Then, without raising his head, he called out, "Wei Ming, come help me with something."

"Sure thing!"