Ferryman was taken aback by that, his expression somewhat complicated as he looked at Yimo.
Bury someone?
And erect a tombstone?
This was the Death Game. Someone died in every round.
Forget the more experienced players—even those who had only played two or three rounds wouldn't have such a bizarre idea, would they?
In Ferryman's eyes, Yimo didn't look like a novice.
There had to be a reason for doing this!
After thinking for a moment, he said, "It's not a problem... I can help..."
He wanted to see what trick Yimo was trying to play.
To be honest, Ferryman had already been shocked when Yimo suddenly appeared yesterday carrying a rifle.
Ferryman himself hadn't thought Yimo was the Hunter.
It was only last night that he began treating Yimo as a true Hunter.
Even so, he still vaguely felt that something was wrong, something he hadn't considered.
But he was the kind of person who believed that hearing was not as good as seeing.
Compared to Pikachu, who relied on emotions and instincts to make judgments, he trusted facts more!
Yimo patted Ferryman on the shoulder expressionlessly and said, "I thought you weren't the kind of person who would do something without practical meaning. I didn't expect you to still have some humanity."
"Not bad, not bad. Well, get to work and start moving him!"
His eyes revealed an approving look, as if he were saying, Not bad, kid.
Ferryman was stunned. He looked at Yimo, somewhat confused. "Move what?"
"Don't tell me you mean him!"
Yimo nodded. "Who else?"
"I already said we're finding a place to dig a hole, bury him, and erect a tombstone!"
It was pouring outside, and True Martial Emperor had weighed at least a hundred and eighty pounds when he was alive.
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