"Painter of Corpses?" The title was unfamiliar to the others.
Yu Chengmu didn't beat around the bush. He explained, "You remember the paper figure in the Paper Figure Maker's room? The one Brother Du Moyu said had a face? It had traces of a Painter of Corpses' work on it."
"The reason its face had been torn off was that, as long as it had a face, the paper figure might come to life. That was what made a Painter of Corpses so terrifying."
"First you paint the face, then you paint the soul." Yu Chengmu seemed particularly concerned about this point.
"From what we know so far, these people from the underworld first made a paper figure, then forged a background and identity for it. It was an examinee named Lu Jianli who was on his way to the capital to take the imperial exams."
Zhang Junyu paused. "Then they arranged for the paper figure to stay with the Wu family, where it became acquainted with Miss Wu. We don't know what happened after that, but in the end, the paper figure left a love letter for Miss Wu Family, and she willingly sacrificed herself to the River God."
"From the last line of the letter—'I dare not betray your kindness'—it sounds like that paper figure was quite the ladies' man. It successfully won Miss Wu's heart and even made a promise it would never keep." The Fatty didn't even realize he was looking at Jiang Cheng as he spoke.
It wasn't until Jiang Cheng glared at him that the Fatty came to his senses.
To be honest, the Fatty thought that sort of thing suited the Doctor perfectly: surrounded by beautiful women, yet never touched a single petal. Besides... he still clearly remembered Du Moyu saying that the