Gu Nanzhi first calmly surveyed the commoners around them, signaling with her eyes for them to leave the side courtyard.
She reached out and took her sister by the arm, then finally turned to Chang Yi and said, "Uncover them."
"Oh."
Chang Yi didn't dare look at his mother. He wilted like an eggplant left out in the sun.
He turned and walked over to the handcart, pulling off the hemp coverings one by one.
First came bloody severed limbs, then one terrified, bruised face after another was revealed.
A foul stench swept through the entire courtyard.
The woman staggered back several steps, nearly fainting.
Fortunately, Gu Nanzhi caught her.
"Who exactly were the people you killed?" Chang Yi's mother steadied herself and pointed at them with a trembling finger.
"Foxes," Chang Yi said, head bowed.
"Which ones were foxes? Be clear!" Chang Yi's mother's voice suddenly rose.
"A-all of them," Chang Yi murmured.
At those words, the woman's face stiffened. Her body trembled even more violently with anger, and for a long while she couldn't force out a single word.
"Not all of them. Four wolves are lying over there, too," Gu Nanzhi gently offered.
"..." Chang Yi's mother instinctively wanted to pinch her. How could she joke at a time like this?
But as soon as she reached out, the woman realized what her younger sister was implying.
Dozens of foxes were one thing. But if four Fierce Wolves were included, then this was far beyond what her son could have handled.
Chang Yi's mother calmed herself and surveyed the corpses on the handcart again, her expression gradually turning grave.
There were only around two thousand people in Blackwater City with the strength to pull off something like this.
And if they were both strong enough and bold