Yi Shuyuan glanced at the Netherworld Officials nearby. Every person who had died had already had their soul drawn out, and the closest ghost stood only a few steps from him.
Some of those ghosts were bewildered, others panicked, and a few actually wore delighted expressions.
Whatever their reaction, however, they invariably stared blankly for a long while when they first saw their own corpses.
All the ghosts had been gathered, bringing the work of Yuanjiang County's Underworld Office to an end. After Sun Heng and the other Netherworld Officials finished counting them, they cupped their hands and bowed to Yi Shuyuan a short distance away.
"Mr. Yi, we shall now return to report to the City God. Farewell!"
Yi Shuyuan merely nodded again without speaking.
But when the ghosts heard those words-especially Jia Yuntong, who recognized the voice-they all looked toward Yi Shuyuan in horror.
Unfortunately, these newly dead ghosts had no control over their movements. A tug of the Soul-Hooking Rope sent them drifting away with the Netherworld Officials before they could say anything more.
On the execution platform, several bailiffs began dealing with the corpses amid a stream of curses.
"Damn it, we're stuck with the dirty, backbreaking work again!" "What else can we do? Just leave them here?"
"Ugh, Jia Yuntong was all blubber. Cutting him in half made a truly disgusting mess."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Jia Yuntong's spot was by far the filthiest part of the execution platform, and none of the bailiffs wanted to go near it.
Willing or not, however, they still had to gather all the bodies, load them onto handcarts, and dump them at the mass grave, since none of these prisoners had friends or relatives coming to claim their remains.
The crowd of spectators gradually dispersed as well. Yi Shuyuan