The Corpse Burner, Luo Shiqi!

Jiang Wangzu's heart chilled when he heard that.

He was not pleased that someone was taking the blame for him; instead, waves of cold crept through him.

Unless Chen Tai was stupid to the extreme, there was no way he would suspect Blue Society's Xinglong Street of being the culprit behind Chen Xing's murder.

The two sides had been clashing nonstop recently, and it had not been easy for them to finally lay down their weapons. Xinglong Street had even gained some advantage.

Only if their brains were broken would they keep provoking Chen Tai.

But Chen Tai had still locked his suspicion onto Xinglong Street at the first moment.

Jiang Wangzu felt that even if Chen Tai had smoked too much longevity paste, he should not have been this muddleheaded.

So Chen Tai did not actually want to lower his banners and still his drums.

He was still looking for a chance to strike at Xinglong Street.

And Chen Xing's death was a perfect opportunity.

"Fuck!"

"He even wants to make an issue out of his own cousin's death."

"He's a damn beast!"

Jiang Wangzu cursed inwardly.

"Since the body has already been identified, deal with the corpse as soon as possible, lest something inauspicious happen."

Li Lei, the captain of the Police Station squad in charge of the Dragon River Pier area, glanced at Chen Xing's corpse with great disgust, then spoke.

"Old Qin... Old Qin had an accident while stitching corpses a few days ago and died. This time, just take the body to Little Luo's place and have it burned."

"That kid may be a gourd with its mouth sealed, but from what I've seen, his craft isn't beneath Old Qin's."

Li Lei added another sentence.

He did not exchange any pleasantries with Chen Tai.

Chen Tai was only a minor leader in the Canal Gang, and their jurisdictions did not overlap, so all he needed to do was handle things impartially.

"A-Zu, take this one-hundred-silver-dollar banknote. Bring two brothers and give A-Xing a proper, glorious sendoff."

"A-Wei, the rest of you, come with me to Xinglong Street to demand justice!"

Chen Tai glanced not far away at Zhou Wei, whose body was tall and broad, like a black bear.

If it came to fighting ability, Zhou Wei, who like Chen Xing had achieved minor success in strength training, was truly the number one fighter under Chen Tai.

But because of Chen Tai's relationship with Chen Xing, Zhou Wei had always kept a very low profile and had never competed with Chen Xing for the limelight.

Now that Chen Xing was dead, he had also become Rongsheng Street's undisputed Double Flower Red Pole!

"Got it, boss!"

Zhou Wei nodded when he heard him.

Chen Tai had come quickly and left just as quickly.

Before long, he led a group of underlings off in a raging rush to Xinglong Street to make trouble for Gao Shengqiang.

As for the result, Jiang Wangzu did not care in the slightest.

He watched others raise high towers.

He watched others feast their guests.

He watched others' towers collapse.

What the hell did it have to do with him!

The two fellows Jiang Wangzu had been left with were called Ma Gan and Hei Pi, both low-level ruffians in the Canal Gang.

Like his predecessor, they were fringe figures under Chen Tai.

But ever since Jiang Wangzu had crossed over and become Xinglong Street's conspicuous package, he could be considered to have gained Chen Tai's "important use."

At the very least, that was how Ma Gan and Hei Pi saw it.

"Brother Jiang!"

Ma Gan and Hei Pi called out to Jiang Wangzu with great respect.

"Let's go. We'll find that whatever little minion."

Jiang Wangzu nodded, counting it as a greeting to them.

"Brother Jiang, that corpse burner is called Luo Shiqi!"

Ma Gan and Hei Pi carried Chen Xing's corpse, following closely beside Jiang Wangzu.

Since this world had supernatural powers, there would naturally be some strange and bizarre things happening.

There were no small number of people who died violent deaths at Dragon River Pier. If they were thrown into a mass grave, they might undergo corpse transformation and turn into Corpse Puppets that brought disaster to the world.

For those who died violent deaths like this, the best method was to have a corpse burner burn them and carry out cremation.

To the people of this era, who valued being buried in the earth for peace, this was a tremendous shock.

Was this, in the end, the collapse of morality, or the distortion of human nature?

Cough, cough, cough!

But there was nothing to be done.

People who died violent deaths were extremely prone to corpse transformation, and once that happened, the first to suffer would be those closest to them by blood and bond.

So no matter how reluctant the families of these violently deceased people were, they could only endure the pain and watch familiar faces turn into piles of ash inside the cremation furnace.

And corpse burners were a special profession, too. Only those with an extremely hard fate and birth characters could take it on.

If ordinary people did this sort of work, within ten days to half a month, Baleful Intent would enter their bodies, and they would die with their Dao extinguished.

But if they entered the trade and cultivated its methods, then they could possess means to prevent Baleful Intent from entering the body, and even many unexpected abilities.

Of the three hundred and sixty trades, every trade could lead to the heavens.

If a corpse burner cultivated the methods of the trade, they too could become an extremely terrifying existence.

And the Old Qin that Li Lei spoke of was a corpse burner who had cultivated those methods.

Even among ordinary corpse burners, those who had entered the trade and cultivated its methods rarely stayed in this line of work for more than ten years.

But Old Qin had entered the trade in middle age, and once he started, he worked for thirty years.

From this, it could be seen that his cultivation was anything but shallow.

Yet someone like that had actually died.

And he had died because he was sewing up a corpse.

Just what kind of corpse had he been sewing?

The more one thought about it, the more terrifying it became!

And when Li Lei actually said that this Luo Shiqi's skills were no weaker than Old Qin's, Jiang Wangzu immediately became somewhat interested.

Along the Dragon River, there were nine Corpse Burning Rooms in total, but only three could handle special corpses.

The other Corpse Burning Rooms could only handle the bodies of those who had died violent deaths but had not yet undergone corpse transformation.

But Chen Xing's corpse was an exception.

Although he had been beaten to death by Jiang Wangzu, and could also be considered someone who had died violently, he had then been thrown into the Dragon River by Jiang Wangzu, eaten by that strange beast until his internal organs and brain matter were gone, his blood sucked dry, and his body stained with the beast's aura.

If left alone, he would definitely undergo corpse transformation!

Jiang Wangzu found Luo Shiqi at the seventh Corpse Burning Room along the Dragon River.

He was a very ordinary-looking young man, the sort who would vanish if tossed into a crowd.

He was of medium build, and his hands shone with a gray-white luster.

His complexion was somewhat pale, like a vampire hiding in the shadows.

"Boss, burn a corpse!"

Jiang Wangzu glanced at Luo Shiqi and spoke.

"Ten silver dollars!"

Luo Shiqi lifted the white cloth covering Chen Xing, took one look, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Ten silver dollars?"

Jiang Wangzu froze when he heard this. He had not expected the price for burning a corpse to be this high.

"An ordinary corpse is one silver dollar."

"This corpse was a martial artist who had entered the trade, and it's been contaminated with the aura of a strange beast. Corpse qi has stagnated inside it."

"If I don't act, it'll transform into a corpse after midnight tonight."

"Burn it or not, up to you!"

Luo Shiqi's gaze lingered on Jiang Wangzu for a few seconds before he gave a brief explanation.

"It's not like I said I wouldn't burn it."

"You two, carry Brother Xing's corpse to the morgue."

Jiang Wangzu spoke to Ma Gan and Hei Pi.

Then he sized Luo Shiqi up a few more times. Seeing Ma Gan and Hei Pi walk farther away, he asked again, "What exactly is that strange beast at Dragon River Pier you mentioned?"

"You can understand it as a yao beast, an evil demon, an aberration."

"As for the one at Dragon River Pier, it should be a Water Ghoul. Its cultivation isn't shallow. You'd best stay far away from it!"

"It... has set its sights on you!"

Luo Shiqi said.

He could smell the aura of the strange beast, the Water Ghoul, on Jiang Wangzu.

This meant Jiang Wangzu had been targeted by that strange beast, the Water Ghoul!

As for the reason the strange beast, the Water Ghoul, had set its sights on Jiang Wangzu, it was probably that body of his, brimming with yang energy to the extreme!