"There's a corresponding paper figure near each corpse. The paper figure has a head but no face. You need to paint the corpse's face onto it."
As expected, the Painter of Corpses' words made everyone's expressions change.
Chen Hao steadied himself and asked quietly, "Is there some particular reason for this?"
The Night Watchman slowly turned his head. His lifeless eyes fixed on Chen Hao. "The souls have been wandering outside for too long. They need a new body."
"These paper figures will eventually be given to the corpses' relatives or friends. If the person the corpse trusted most in life is willing to accept them, your task will be complete."
Everyone understood. The paper figures they painted needed to satisfy the dead people's families.
In other words, the faces they painted had to look very much like those of the corpses.
"But we're corpse retrievers. We're not good at painting faces on paper figures," Zhang Junyu said, voicing everyone's concerns.
The Night Watchman gave a strange smile. "All you need to do is try your best. The rest is up to fate."
After that, the Night Watchman didn't waste any more time. He took a small black box from his sleeve and opened it to reveal a bundle of bamboo sticks.
After some selection, they settled on tonight's task order.
Zhang Junyu was first, Lei Mingyu second, A Biao third, and Wang Fugui fourth.
A Biao looked at the bamboo stick in his hand and cast a malicious glance at the fat man. Last time, his attempt to attack Jiang Cheng had failed, indirectly leading to Zhou Qing's miserable death. This time, he would make sure to seize the opportunity.
"All right, go back and get ready. At the third watch, the clapper will be the signal. The first