Making a Fortune off the Dead

The manta ray rode the wind and waves, and the three of them quickly reached their destination.

"Look, it's that pile over there."

Sha-chan pointed at a pile of corpses on the right bank.

There were nine bodies in total, stacked neatly like a human pyramid. Even the choice of body sizes had been carefully considered. It seemed Sha-chan had obsessive-compulsive tendencies too.

The two of them jumped ashore and walked over to the pile of corpses.

Only then did Liu Zheng see the axe marks carved into the ground around the bodies, forming a perfect circle.

"Brother, don't touch anything yet. It'd be bad if you got hurt later."

Sha-chan warned him.

"Don't worry, Killer Bro. I definitely won't move around."

He promised.

He wasn't some NPC in a horror movie whose only purpose was to trigger a death scene. He wasn't that reckless.

Sha-chan removed the axe from his waist and swung it through the air. Countless axe phantoms flew out from the marks on the ground and returned to the axe like birds flying back to their nests.

"Done."

Sha-chan cautiously reached out a hand, then spoke after confirming there were no stray axe phantoms left.

"Is this the trap you were talking about, Killer Bro?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"That's right. Every axe phantom is equivalent to a full-force strike from me. No matter how many of them come, they'll all die."

Sha-chan said with a hint of pride.

"That powerful? Then if you carved tens or hundreds of thousands of them, even City Hall wouldn't be able to do anything to you, right?"

He asked in surprise.

"Come on, it's not that amazing. Besides, I can't carve that many. A hundred or two is the absolute limit, and they also occupy my own power."

Sha-chan waved