The moon was dark, the wind howled, and thick fog hung everywhere.
Having deduced that this mission's killing rule was probably related to food, the Elbow-Strike Specter, the doctor, the Taoist priest, and the man in a suit—the four altar-cleansing envoys—squatted by the grave after elbowing the female ghost flat and ravenously stole the offerings.
"These pastries are seriously good."
"Ptooey! This apple's gone mealy. Been sitting here too long, huh?"
An ordinary person would have pissed themselves in terror at competing with the dead for food, but these four ate and drank without a shred of courtesy. They even started reviewing the offerings.
Were they here to review restaurants... or graves?
Seeing the doctor pocket an apple nobody wanted, Chen Feng frowned. "Bro, that's a little shameless. Eating their food wasn't enough? You have to take some home too?"
At least leave something for the mother and her two kids. Did he really think their grave was a supply drop?
The doctor scratched his head. "Sorry. I forgot to turn off auto-loot."
Once their fullness meters were topped off, the group set out for Good Person Village.
According to the tall, blind old man in the village, the whole area was a basin arranged like stars surrounding the moon: the largest settlement, Good Person Village, stood at the center, with smaller villages scattered around it.
That made sense to Chen Feng. "A basin, huh? No wonder one rainstorm caused a flood."
Along the way, the Taoist priest analyzed their earlier encounter. "Actually, the old man who guided us gave us another clue. I noticed he only kept one eye shut. Take one eye away from the character for 'eyes,' and you get 'people.' He was also very tall, making him a lofty expert offering guidance. Put 'people,' a dot,