Several days passed.
The corpse buriers' daily routine remained as uneventful as ever.
But an undercurrent had already begun to surface.
"It happened again."
After arriving at the wasteland, Du En stood before the corpses waiting to be buried and looked over the few bodies before him.
All of them bore signs of being gnawed on by demonic beasts. When he prodded them with a shovel, he could see small openings torn through their chests and abdomens, their hearts and livers removed and eaten.
It was obvious that the demonic beast brought here by the typhoon had not chosen to leave.
It had grown addicted to eating here and refused to go!
Thus, people who were attacked, killed, and stripped of their hearts and livers had begun to appear.
Their numbers were growing, and the beast was becoming increasingly bold!
Hearing this, the others instinctively felt worried, but not overly so.
For one thing, their boss, Du En, was not panicking. With him around, there would not be much of a problem.
For another, the foreman, Ren Li, was strong. With him around, there would not be much of a problem.
It could be said that the corpse buriers' sense of security was now higher than it had ever been!
"So? The stewards still aren't going to do anything this time?"
Du En turned his head toward Ren Li, who had arrived somewhat late.
Although the other man had not heard his previous words, he could tell what Du En was asking from the situation before him. He immediately shook his head slightly. "It's only a first-tier demonic beast causing trouble. The stewards pride themselves on their status, so naturally they won't take action."
They had not even shown themselves when the more dangerous Evil Cultivators caused trouble. Naturally, they