Early in the morning of April 6, Qi Si went out after all.
The main road through the village was shrouded in white mist all day long. Withered wheat fields and crooked black shadows appeared and vanished within the fog; from afar, it was impossible to tell whether they were scarecrows or human corpses.
The skins of the dead had been soaked through by the damp mist, fermenting a smell like rotting cloth. It clung to the floating droplets and drifted with the flowing haze throughout the entire village.
Qi Si ordered Xu Yao to deal with the corpses, then belatedly thought of all the trouble that might follow.
Although Qi Family Village was tucked away in some remote corner and had long been deliberately ignored by the Public Security Bureau due to its fierce local customs, there was no guarantee it would not have the misfortune of encountering some major event like a census.
Besides that, migrant workers returning home and regional disappearances could both draw the attention of the relevant authorities...
Qi Si had already taken control of two horrors, so he was not afraid of the authorities risking heavy casualties to deal with him. But the complications behind such an incident would still be enough to give him a headache.
Unless... he caused some trouble in advance for the forces that might bring him trouble.
I happen to know a few lunatics from the Church of the Scales. They'll be interested in this sort of thing.
Bob's words echoed in his mind. Qi Si knew that he had rather deep ties with the Church of the Scales. With the enormous bargaining chip of "ferrying horrors," it might not be impossible to reach a limited cooperation with them.
Once he accumulated a few more means of protecting himself,