Shi Manman strained to look toward the person who had spoken, and that person seemed to notice her movement too.
She walked over and stood before Shi Manman.
In the moonlight, Shi Manman finally saw her face clearly.
"Why? Aren't you... aren't you an official Corpse Stitcher?"
Feng Buping looked at Shi Manman and said flatly, "Feng Ping is. I'm not."
Shi Manman had no interest in Feng Buping's word games. Right now, she had only one question.
"Why did you capture me?"
"Why?"
Feng Buping looked at Shi Manman, a faint smile appearing on her lips.
"Because you're exceptionally gifted, of course."
"Not only have you achieved Aperture Opening at such a young age, but you've also mastered the Corpse-Sewing Art. It would be such a waste to let talent like yours wander around out there."
"Well? Would you like to join us?"
Shi Manman looked at the old woman before her, whose face wore a kindly smile, and felt a chill creep through her.
"You? Who are you?"
The old woman uttered two words without emotion.
"Curse Cult."
Shi Manman's expression changed slightly, and Feng Buping noticed it.
"Let me guess. That master of yours told you about the Curse Cult?"
"It seems your master isn't just hard to kill and lucky. They know quite a lot, too."
The smile on Feng Buping's face faded a little.
"Good. That saves me the trouble of explaining."
"So, will you join..."
Before Feng Buping could finish, Shi Manman gave her a firm answer.
"I'll join!"
Her words stunned not only Feng Buping but also the Curse Cult members behind her.
"What did you say?"
"I said I'll join. Untie me. We're on the same side now!"
Shi Manman stared at Feng Buping with determination.
Her master had told her that