"This thread has been specially treated and can suppress corpses."
Boss Jia walked over, eyeing the corpse warily. His throat bobbed as he asked in a low voice, "We... We should still move the corpse outside. This place..."
Everyone understood what Boss Jia meant. The lighting was poor, and the room was very dim. There were also many Paper Figures hanging all around them. Just standing here made everyone uncomfortable.
But Yu Chengmu glanced at him and said without a trace of sympathy, "Boss Jia, your legs are your own. You can leave whenever you want. I won't be joining you."
Boss Jia froze at Yu Chengmu's words. A moment later, as if he'd only just understood, he asked in bewilderment, "Elder Yu, what do you mean?"
"Boss Jia, this corpse is an evil corpse. It's fine as long as it stays in this room. If we move it outside, who knows what kind of disaster might happen." Zhang Junyu looked at Boss Jia with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Otherwise, think about it: why are these two corpses bound with corpse-binding thread?"
Not long after, the Fatty and Lei Mingyu returned. Lei Mingyu held something wrapped in cloth, with a black handle sticking out.
Du Moyu glanced behind them. Before he could speak, Lei Mingyu said impatiently, "Don't bother looking. The village chief didn't come with us. He said he had something else to do."
The Fatty pursed his lips and complained, "The village chief was just scared. If you ask me, he's probably got something to hide."
Lei Mingyu opened the cloth bundle. Inside was a sharp knife, its blade stained with blood. Yu Chengmu took it and examined it, noticing that the blood had seeped into the wooden handle, staining it nearly black.
Zhang Junyu