Once the two merchants over there had recovered, one of them could not help snapping angrily.
"Master, didn't you say there wouldn't be any problems? What if this kills someone after we get back and draws the local government's attention?"
"Enough."
His companion tugged at him, and he said no more. A complaint was one thing, but if he truly stirred someone's anger, that anger might give them the nerve to do something vicious.
The sorcerer glanced at the two merchants and sighed again.
"You won't be shortchanged a single coin."
Then the sorcerer looked toward the corner, where Yi Shuyuan and Stoneborn had stopped what they were doing.
"Scholar, are you two all right?"
"We're fine, but did you know all along that this thing was inside the coffin? It's a zombie, isn't it? The elders say these things eat people!"
Rather than answer immediately, the sorcerer gave an order to his disciples, who had already risen.
"Gather up all the coffin fragments and take them outside with the zombie. Burn the lot."
Many of the coffin fragments were stained with water laden with yin energy. Although Yi Shuyuan had dispelled the thick yin baleful intent, the corpse aura of the zombie's body remained.
Burning it was indeed the cleanup method sorcerers used most often.
Whether because the coffin had been opened or because of the corpse water, the room now reeked to high heaven.
The disciples briskly collected the coffin fragments and carried them outside, while others dragged the corpse out with ropes. The merchants and servants hurried out after them. Hardly anyone wanted to remain inside the old waystation.
Although the sorcerer seemed to have dispatched the zombie cleanly and efficiently, the finger he had bitten open had never stopped bleeding. Even as he stood there, blood