"Corpse dressing..." The fat man couldn't help shrinking his neck.
Why did this mission have them dealing with corpses at every turn? He'd had enough.
The village chief didn't waste any more time. He slowly pulled out the familiar lottery bucket from his sleeve, and after one round of drawing lots, announced that this mission would be assigned by room—that is, each room only needed to send one person.
Yu Chengmu's room drew first, Chen Hao's group drew second, and Jia Jinliang's group drew third. As for Jiang Cheng's group... Jiang Cheng sent the fat man to draw. The moment the fat man rolled up his sleeves, the village chief took the bucket away.
"You don't need to draw," the village chief declared righteously. "We don't need that many people. Three are enough."
The fat man's face lit up. "So we get to sit this round out."
The village chief didn't say anything, but his expression clearly said, In your dreams. He then pointed at Chen Hao's group. "You two rooms can discuss it among yourselves. One of you has to go, anyway."
Lei Mingyu was stunned. "Why are we grouped with them?"
The village chief gestured for Lei Mingyu to look at the back of their lots. At the bottom, they found a tiny number four. For some reason, the more they looked at it, the more it resembled the word "death."
"All right, I'll leave this to you masters. After dinner, you can all go back and rest. You've been working hard for two nights. The Night Watchman will come find you before the third watch and explain the details." A moment later, the village chief added, "Our whole village will always remember your contributions."
"Tsk." The fat man was just about to ask whether the old man