"Oh? Tell us about it, Elder Uncle."
Surprised, Chen Miao shifted the conversation to his uncle.
Seeing all three of them looking at him, Chen Weiyi grew interested too.
"Hmm, let me think."
After taking a sip of tea, Chen Weiyi said, "The profession of Corpse Handler really did exist in the past."
"Families who could afford it generally wanted their dead brought home for burial. That was why Corpse Handlers existed."
"You all know Corpse Handlers brought bodies back from thousands of miles away, right? But did you know some of them didn't bring back the entire body?"
Chen Miao froze.
"Not the entire body? How could they perform Corpse Driving, then?"
Chen Weiyi laughed.
"They might have called it Corpse Driving, but surely you don't actually think they possessed some unfathomable supernatural powers..."
At this point, Chen Weiyi suddenly faltered.
He thought of Chen Miao and what had happened at the Funeral Home.
"Though perhaps they really did?"
"Hmm... whether such powers exist still needs to be verified, but most Corpse Handlers actually carried the bodies on bamboo poles."
"But the journey was so long that carrying them all the way back became rather costly."
"So some Corpse Handlers started getting crooked ideas."
"They would cut off the body's head and limbs, pack them up, and throw away the torso."
"Without the torso, the body was lighter and easier to store, making their work much easier."
Shao Qidong frowned when he heard this.
"But if they damaged the body like that, could they still get paid when they returned?"
Chen Weiyi laughed.
"Of course not."
"But they certainly weren't going to make the trip for nothing! So when they were almost there, they would put the body back together, using straw and the like to fake the torso.