The guillotine: the gravekeeper who built graves for the polluted...

She handed over her phone, "Body repair, sincere offer, 100 yuan."

Ye Jiang unexpectedly made a fortune, secretly rubbing her fingers. Luckily, luckily, the repair function of her Sewing Box had a wide range of applications, otherwise she would have been embarrassed.

Chapter 92 The Guillotine: The Gravekeeper Who Erected the Tomb for the Polluted...

Catwoman—no, town resident Li Feng— dazedly pulled out her phone to transfer 100 yuan to restore her to her original form. The outsider had only charged her 100. A search party passing by on the street noticed this scene and let out a soft "Wow!" What had they seen? Li Feng, who had been turned into a catwoman by Hao Ping, had regained her human form?

The team stopped in surprise.

Another small team passed by. The team in front snapped out of their daze, looked at the team behind, and called out one of their names: "Dong Song, look over there!"

Townsman Dong Song was engrossed in searching when he heard the commotion. He looked over and saw his wife, freezing in place. Staring at that familiar face across the street, he was completely disoriented. Li Feng... had she recovered?

He stared blankly, not blinking an eye.

Noticing the intensely emotional gaze, Li Feng turned her head and immediately saw her husband in the crowd. Their eyes met, and in a flash, a dust explosion shot through the air, aimed directly at him! The search team scattered, Dong Song instinctively tried to dodge as well, but stopped as if remembering something. The dust explosion struck his chest, and he groaned as he stumbled back a few steps.

The group looked at each other, not daring to utter a sound.

Dong Song clutched his chest, looking at his wife with sorrowful eyes.

Since that argument, he and his wife, who had turned into a cat, hadn't spoken to each other for a long time. He knew why; his wife was disappointed in him, disappointed by his inaction that day. In recent days, he had reviewed the events of that day countless times, trying to recreate the brave husband he had been. However, regret was the most useless emotion in the world, and he could never go back to that day.

An anomaly occurred; the Weird Snow once again swallowed people. The townspeople spontaneously rushed into the snow to search for their fellow villagers. Dong Song was among the first to make a decision, because he wanted to prove something.

Dong Song lowered his hand from his chest, looking regretful and pained. Li Feng looked at him with a complicated expression.

Li Feng actually understood her husband that day, and she didn't want him to get hurt because of her and Hao Ping. In fact, if their positions were reversed, she might not have done better than her husband. But perhaps people are selfish and emotional beings, and she couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Perhaps only someone in her position as a victim would think about these things; when she wasn't directly facing the persecution by the Guard, she was just as numb and indifferent as they were.

She wasn't much better than others.

Her emotions surged like a whirlwind, finally settling into a sigh. Li Feng leaped towards her husband, slapping him hard on the shoulder. "What are you standing there for? Go find someone!"

Li Feng swept past him and disappeared into the distance, leaving only her voice, a voice that spoke of forgiveness, saying, "Don't pretend, I know exactly how much force I used in that dust explosion!"

Feeling the olive branch of reconciliation being extended to him, Dong Song suddenly looked up, his gaze following his wife's retreating figure, his face filled with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Okay! Coming!" he replied loudly, his previous dejection vanishing.

Then he turned around, bowed deeply in one direction, and got up to catch up with his wife.

Ye Jiang had only glanced down to check her account balance when, in that short time, her patient attacked her husband.

Hmm, why did they start fighting?

Will she be able to earn another extra income right away?

Ye Jiang stared at the couple, waiting for the extra money to come to her door, but before a fight could break out, she was unexpectedly greeted with a bow from the patient's husband.

"..."

Forget it, I might as well not earn this extra money.

Putting away her phone, Ye Jiang ignored the townspeople watching her and casually changed streets. She was patrolling to find her mission target, Mei Ti. The town was quite lively at the moment, and she wondered if her mission target would show up to join in the fun.

Ye Jiang searched the entire town but couldn't find the missing girl. The search party, no less fortunate, also searched the town but found no missing townspeople. Both sides came up empty-handed. Ye Jiang remained relatively calm, as she was merely an outsider completing a mission. The townspeople, however, were far more anxious. They needed to take medication daily to treat the Pollution, and the longer they searched, the more dangerous it would be for the missing townspeople.

Ye Jiang returned to Hua Ling's small house after her fruitless search. Upon entering the courtyard, she found several familiar townspeople and the homeowner, Hua Ling Ye Jiang, arguing. Ye Jiang overheard them talking about "gravekeeper" and "tracking ability." Listening closely, she realized that someone in the town possessed an exceptional tracking ability, and the group wanted his help in finding the missing townspeople. However, due to the person's eccentric personality, some felt the suggestion was unrealistic and unnecessary to waste time on such matters.

The two sides argued endlessly, each sticking to their own version of events Ye Jiang didn't disturb them; after hearing a few key words, she climbed through the window and went into the building.

Ye Jiang didn't pay attention to when the argument downstairs stopped; the next morning, she went straight to the end of the town.

She heard it; Hua Ling and the others said that the gravedigger, who was skilled at tracking and finding objects, lived at the end of town.

A dilapidated wooden house stood alone at the edge of the town, isolated from the other buildings. The house was small, but the yard was large, with a sturdy and tall stone wall enclosing a wide area.

The yard was covered in snow, enveloping the small, undulating mounds of earth.

These are nameless graves, the remains of those Polluted.

"Erect tombs for Polluted."

"The tomb keeper who has guarded the grave for ten years."

That's what Hua Ling and the others said.

The gravedigger is guarding the grave of the Polluted.

Ye Jiang stood on the wall, looking down at the small mounds below. She counted more than a dozen; these were the graves of the Polluted.

Ye Jiang had previously delivered medicine to the townspeople all over the town, and she had been here before. At the time, she didn't expect that this family had a special name, nor did she expect that the Polluted was buried in this yard.

Ye Jiang observed the small mounds for a while. Just as she was about to jump down the courtyard wall and enter the yard, she heard footsteps not far away. It was several townspeople approaching. She looked over and saw Hua...

After arguing for so long, Hua Ling and the others finally decided to ask the gravedigger for help.

The group was so nervous that they didn't even look up and didn't notice Ye Jiang on the wall. They knocked on the door cautiously.

"Excuse me..."

Bang!

A piece of wood flew out of the hut and hit the gate, interrupting the people seeking help. They were startled and quickly shut their mouths, not daring to speak again.

... He really does have a bad temper.

Ye Jiang thought to herself.

She raised her gaze to the small wooden house. The house was dark, with the lights off. An old man sat inside, holding a piece of wood in one hand and a carving knife in the other. Slice fell from the wood as the old man buried himself in carving something.

Outside the courtyard, several townspeople, seeking help, raised their hands and then lowered them repeatedly, looking somewhat timid. Hua Ling pursed her lips, strode forward, and knocked on the door three times. "Senior, we..."

"Roll!"

I've come to ask for your help!

I said—get lost!

"Townspeople are disappearing one after another. Just yesterday alone, no fewer than a hundred have gone missing. We beg you, senior, to help us find them!" Ignoring the anger inside, Hua Ling insisted on fully stating her purpose, "We really need your help!"

"..."

Quiet.

A silence that lasted for several tens of seconds spread out.

"Are you sure?" the old man scoffed. "Are you sure you need the help of a madman?"

A townsman opened his mouth as if to say something, but the old man spoke again, "Impossible, impossible."

He said indifferently, "What did you do when I begged for your help?"

He said bitterly, "I walked from one end of the street to the other, and not a single person opened their door! Not one!"

That's because you want to...

"Because I need your help to deal with the Guard?" the old man said. "Yes, I need to deal with the Guard, I need to overthrow those bastards, I want them dead!"

"I beg you, I plead with you, but what do you do? You're all cowards!"

"In the end, I ran up to the Guard alone and got beaten half to death."

"They didn't kill me. That bastard surnamed Zou said I was crazy, hypocritically saying that everyone in Shuiling Town is one family and they wouldn't abandon any townsman, even if he's insane."

"He kept me alive only as a warning!"

"Ha, he's overthinking it. The cowards in Shuiling Town don't need any warnings; they've already been turned into a bunch of spineless wimps!"

The townspeople who asked for help moved their lips, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

The old man was still saying, "If we had joined forces back then, the Guard..."

"Impossible! There are two A-Rank ability users in the Guard." A townsman finally spoke up. Two A-Rank ability users in the Guard —such a huge difference in level, how could they possibly resist?

The old man remained silent for a long while before saying in a strange tone, "Is it because of the strength of the Guard that you dare not resist? Isn't it because..."

He paused, his tone tinged with complexity, then continued, "Isn't it because the guillotine didn't fall on your heads?"

Silence.

The silence outside made the old man chuckle. He understood them, because he had once been one of them.

"Then why are you all united now? Is it because this Weird Snow isn't as terrifying as the Guard?"

The person seeking help outside the courtyard thought the old man's attitude had softened and was about to explain when a malicious voice came from inside. The old man said resentfully, "Since that's how it is, then let this snow swallow a few more people!"

The people seeking help froze.

It seemed that nothing could bring the old man back. The people seeking help looked at Hua Ling, Hua Ling had insisted that they come. Hua Ling clenched her fists and stared intently at the courtyard gate, hoping for good news from inside, but... nothing came.