Delivering the Shadow (17)

Yu Xing had actually noticed Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru getting up to something the moment Zhao Yijiu hoisted her over his shoulder.

Although he had his back to the campfire, in the silent forest, even the slightest noise carried straight to his ears—especially Zhao Ruru's full-throated "What are you doing?"

He ignored them.

The Dog God taking revenge on the Saintess fit his character, and if it helped Zhao Yijiu recover some of his character-playing proficiency, that was a good thing.

He finished pitching the tent, ducked inside, and laid out a bedroll. Then, wanting a drink of water, he headed toward the handcart carrying their supplies.

It was just as he picked up the water flask that Yu Xing noticed something out of place in the corner of his eye.

A length of loose hemp rope lay on the ground beside a crumpled pile of cheap cloth.

The sky was dark, and the rope and cloth were partly hidden by other things. He might not have noticed them if he hadn't looked closely.

They looked terribly familiar.

Yu Xing had already checked: aside from the coffin-shaped cargo, they weren't escorting any other goods on this trip. And this piece of cloth...

It was the one that had covered the coffin.

The hemp rope was the one used to tie the cloth in place.

A glint flashed in Yu Xing's eyes. He immediately turned toward the cargo.

While they'd sat around the fire, they'd said they would lift the cloth tomorrow to see what the cargo really looked like. Now, it seemed the "cargo" was eager to make that happen.

Under the moonlight spilling down like a jade platter, the uncovered cargo glimmered softly.

It was indeed a coffin—a coffin made of white jade.

Intricate patterns had been carved