Assimilation

The moon in the sky had not moved at all.

The group returned to the funeral home in a sorry state. Their cold hands pushed open the ajar doors, and then they all collapsed inside.

Who could have imagined that, after seeing the Ye River, even a strange place like the funeral home would feel like a safe harbor simply because it had walls on all sides?

Zhao Ruru shoved the corpse off her and caught her breath. Looking down at her legs, which were trembling like sieves, she said with a helpless laugh, "My legs... they're not going to give out, are they? If I end up crippled, who am I supposed to complain to?"

Zhao Yijiu raised an eyebrow and grinned cruelly. "That'd be good. Next time you try to run, you won't get far."

"..." The Saintess on the run from the Dog God Clan fell silent.

Unlike the others, Yu Xing didn't collapse. He looked toward the corner of the courtyard immediately, then clicked his tongue sharply.

There had been five corpses there. Now they were gone.

He'd known the task wouldn't let them finish most of it so easily. They'd gotten back quickly enough, and still hadn't made it in time.

The others followed his gaze, their expressions changing too.

"Where are the corpses?"

Cheng Yiju scrambled to his feet. When he realized the corpses were missing, he suddenly turned a suspicious look on Yu Xing. "You wouldn't happen to be lying to us, would you?"

Yu Xing, who had just been about to look for the old man in the backyard: "...?"

The others froze, then wondered if Cheng Yiju was trying to play up his character at a time like this.

His beggar persona was loud and suspicious, but what was the point