After hearing Grey Master's words, I smiled. I hadn't expected this guy's sense of smell to be so sharp.
He could even smell the scent from an old cat's tail covered in talismans...
But I didn't tell him, nor could I possibly tell him I was carrying a cat's tail on me.
I merely smiled and said,
"I took a trip to Pine and Crane Mountain."
When Grey Master heard that, he suddenly understood.
"I was wondering why you smelled so awful. So you went to Pine and Crane Mountain.
All right, it's just these few corpses, right?"
I nodded.
"That's right. Just these corpses. They all belonged to the Black Monks."
Over on the other side, Wu Aiguo was taking photos and making the necessary records.
Grey Master looked at the corpses and set down the small case in his hand.
He twisted his body a few times, then suddenly opened his eyes wide. Green mist began to seep from all over his body.
Then, with a whoosh, a hairless rat tail shot straight out from behind Grey Master's backside.
His tail was thin and long, constantly swaying through the air.
Then the tail opened the small case and curled around a large red brush inside.
Grey Master walked over to the four corpses.
He blew two puffs of gray breath at them, one long and one short.
At the same time, the brush curled in his tail drew a circle on the chests of the corpses that had been blown on.
Back at South Heaven Lake, I had seen Grey Master collect corpses.
Though he was a demon, the previous director of White Stone Funeral Home had taken him in, and he had learned the skills of a corpse-driving craftsman from that former director.
Back then, I had