This time, Jiang Cheng watched even more carefully. He keenly noticed that the Night Watchman's steps seemed much stiffer, and his back had begun to hunch.
After just one day apart, the Night Watchman looked ten years older.
As Jiang Cheng wondered about this, the Night Watchman's gaze swept across his face. A moment later, his hoarse voice rang out. "Cough, cough. Tonight, I'll have to trouble you corpse retrievers again."
The Night Watchman raised his heavy eyelids. "The village chief should have told you during the day. There's a charity morgue a mile west of the village. It holds unclaimed corpses, as well as corpses that are too badly damaged to be properly laid to rest."
"Tonight, three of you will be chosen to go to the charity morgue in turn and help repair several corpses. The dead deserve to be laid to rest, and you'll be doing a good deed." The Night Watchman drew out his words as he spoke, and strange sounds occasionally came from his throat. It was very unpleasant to listen to.
Chen Hao nodded. "You're right, Senior. Helping the dead find their final resting place is a good deed." He changed tack. "But every trade has its own expertise. We're not proper seamsters of corpses, after all. We'd be grateful if you could give us some pointers about the precautions we should take while making repairs."
He'd put it plainly enough: We can go if you want us to, but you have to explain things clearly first.
The Night Watchman had already turned halfway around, ready to leave, but slowly turned back. His single eye narrowed slightly as he stared at Chen Hao.
Lei Mingyu and Du Moyu tensed at once, while Yu Chengmu, Jia Jinliang, and the others secretly laughed to themselves. They