Laifu froze, then asked, "The Killing Blade?"
"Oh, it's a knife that's killed a great many living things. An executioner's Executioner's Greatsword is best. If there isn't one, a butcher's Butcher's Knife will do, but make sure it's an old one—the kind with a handle soaked through with blood until it's turned dark red."
The Fatty had come across the matter of the Killing Blade during an earlier mission, and the doctor had explained it to him in detail. Now he repeated the explanation word for word.
Laifu nodded repeatedly. "An executioner's Executioner's Greatsword might be hard to find, but we have a butcher's Butcher's Knife. There's a butcher on the estate who's slaughtered livestock for decades. It'll definitely meet your requirements, Masters."
With that, Laifu didn't linger. He hurried outside at once and told the people waiting there to fetch the Killing Blade from the butcher.
Meanwhile, Luo Tianhe sent away the onlookers who had no business there. Then he directed everyone to loop a rope around Mr. Wu's neck and pull him down from the roof. The corpse hit the ground with a dull thud.
When they approached, they saw Mr. Wu lying faceup. The red lantern light made his terrifying face look even more twisted. His hands were curled like claws, and his bluish, emaciated fingers were smeared with blood. There were scraps of flesh beneath his nails, shredded into wisps. It looked as though he'd torn them off with his sharp nails.
Combined with the heads nearby, it wasn't hard to imagine that Mr. Wu had ripped them off with his bare hands. The scene was chilling beyond belief.
"Looks like Mr. Wu's about to turn into a vengeful spirit."
Yuan Shanyuan stared at the corpse's fingers, his expression grave.
Laifu was startlingly efficient. Before long,