Chapter 11: Urgent Corpse Delivery

The sun was high, and the temperature soared.

Surrounding the corpse that stank under the sunlight, the ordinary members of the Blood Eagle Gang couldn't help but have sweat seeping from their foreheads.

Zhang Lin was rummaging through the sundries in Luo Heng's home, intending to find more clues, and it had already reached the turn of an account book.

Seeing this, the person who was familiar with Luo Heng and had just gone to his home to investigate could only bite the bullet and say, somewhat nervously, that they actually knew Luo Heng had once paid out of his own pocket to cover the shortfall for Du En.

"Oh? Those few corpse-buriers are so tough now?"

"W-well, it seems... Sir, you say, could it be them who did it? Especially that Du En, he is completely arrogant and impervious to reason; I have also seen him from afar..."

Having said this, without waiting for others to react, he put on a show and left in a hurry, fearing he would fall into a trap and be ambushed.

"There really is one, but then again, putting things inside the body is indeed a relatively good method."

Thinking of this, Zhang Lin's brows stood up: "Hmph! This matter isn't over! The murderer can't escape!"

Luo Heng's corpse was currently lying carelessly on the cart, and seeping blood was dripping continuously along the cracks in the boards.

So, what is the situation?

The group, picking up their shovels, felt somewhat nervous and looked silently toward Du En's side.

Therefore, the vacancy for a supervisor here had persisted for a long time.

"N-no, I wouldn't dare!"

A familiar little pouch was mixed in among them.

Zhang Lin scanned those who had just been investigating here again.

The six people who were burying corpses on the wasteland naturally stopped because of this and turned their heads to look over.

Although this person felt such heartache and a headache that they couldn't breathe, they still tremblingly took out spirit stones to admit their mistake and accept the punishment.

The meaning was self-evident.

They dared not disobey, feeling as if they were mourning their parents, and one after another took out spirit stones.

Zhang Lin couldn't hold back and smashed the thick account book in his hand onto this person's head, smashing it until they were bleeding.

Watching those carrion birds hovering in the sky and refusing to leave, Du En made this judgment in his heart.

"I'll go take a look."

"Mmhmm! Seeing that your attitude in admitting your mistake is considered good, I fine you twenty spirit stones!"

As these words were spoken, they trailed off.

Du En was not surprised; standing before Luo Heng's corpse, after the other party moved away, he lowered his head to observe for a moment, confirming that no one had tampered with the corpse.

"Then it's left to you!"

"This is possible; otherwise, how could a guy like Luo Heng be forced by a tender novice who has been here for less than two months to the point of needing to pay out of his own pocket?"

Because the way Zhang Lin looked at him was very strange, he was almost laughed to the point of anger!

"Do you take me for a fool?"

For the six corpse-buriers including Du En, as long as they could finish the work, it was relatively loose in other aspects, which could be considered the only advantage of this lowly job.

It couldn't be him!

The cultivation level didn't match at all!

Besides, he wasn't unaware of how much a corpse-burier's wages were; to buy this Earth Bomb Art that kills people, it costs twenty-five low-grade spirit stones!

The flatbed cart looked quite large; if piled hard, it could hold over twenty corpses. The whole thing presented a dark color, having been soaked through by blood and corpse fluid; it could no longer be cleaned and emitted a faint, aged, fishy stench.

Luo Heng's corpse was thus transferred to the corpse-transporter.

Pay the money and accept the punishment!

He had a bottom line in his heart.

"Could it be that Du En?"

Gastric fluid, intestinal fluid, and blood, mixed with things that had and hadn't been digested, gushed out from the mouth.

The person responsible for delivering the corpse was afraid that Du En would refuse to accept it, forcing them to pull it back.

"Then how dare you say such bullshit to me!"

According to the rules, the corpse-buriers' work only involved the batch of corpses delivered collectively in the early morning, so this insertion of a task now counted as extra work and required looking at Du En's expression.

The gang members were greatly alarmed at the sight and dared not hesitate at all, hurriedly obeying orders to avoid being saddled with some blame that could directly crush them to death later on.

"Although in a few days it will be the deadline for that piece of trash Luo Heng to give to that group of lowly workers, this Du En has actually been here for less than two months!"

Fortunately, he didn't.

A corpse-transporter, also wearing thick clothes but not wrapped tightly from head to toe like the corpse-buriers, appeared from the path and waved at this side from afar.

Even, he might be an inside man?!

Thinking of this, Zhang Lin couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, suddenly becoming cautious and careful, fearing that this was a trap aimed at him with a grand scheme!

Upon reaching close range, one could see a corpse-transporting flatbed cart stopped in the tree-shaded path, being coveted and peered at from afar by a group of strange owls and gray jackals.

On the side of the corpse-transporters, with the supervisor absent, for the corpses that the Blood Eagle Gang explicitly stated needed to be delivered urgently, they naturally did it as fast as possible and dared not delay, to avoid inviting trouble.

He couldn't possibly really be this useless, could he?

There must be a trick inside!

Gurgle~

It wasn't just the corpse-transporters; even the supervisor who should have been stationed here to oversee the work of Du En and the others was in a vacant and unfilled state, with no one wanting to take the position.

Could it be that they are going to report to the gang leader?!

Is there a situation?

Are demonic beasts attacking?

"Hmm?"

Taking the opportunity to extort a sum of spirit stones and line his own pockets, Zhang Lin's expression suddenly became amiable.

"Luo Heng? What is the situation here?"

Helping to drag the corpse off the cart, the man turned his ox around and hurried away from here, as if his backside were on fire.

Du En feigned ignorance and asked.

"Fine, if it's just one extra, it's barely acceptable."

In his heart, he continued to speculate on the culprit's identity.

Anyway, the steward had other methods; he could roughly monitor the daily progress of the corpse burials here without having to come over.

So, that was that.

"Why worry so much? In any case, can you bury him today?"

Thump!

The man immediately knelt and kowtowed: "My lord! Hall Master! I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have hidden anything from you, and I shouldn't have thought about shirking responsibility just now!"

In broad daylight, in this wasteland for burying corpses, birds and beasts kept their distance; there were only the six of them who were still breathing, and even Ning Caize, who had the most seniority, had never heard of any demonic beasts appearing at this time of day.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

It definitely wasn't done by this Du En; of course, these corpse-buriers actually dared not pay their protection money, so they would definitely have to be dealt with properly later.

Caw~ caw~

Passing through the forest path, the birds and beasts gathered there were startled, screeching and flapping as the whole flock took flight.

Therefore, only then did he dare to reach out directly, pry open the gash in the abdomen, and then fiercely pull the intestines and stomach upward.

Zhao Lin said, directly extending his hand.

Saying a word to the others, Du En carried his shovel and walked toward the corpse transporters.

If he could, he wouldn't want to go near this eerie wasteland at all!

"Du En! Come over here for a second!"

Then, while the others' attention was on him, his tone suddenly shifted: "As for that piece of trash Luo Heng, he is simply losing face for our Blood Eagle Gang. Hurry up and drag him away, bury him as soon as possible, so he stops being an eyesore!"

After all, it was a person he had killed himself, so he was very familiar with it.

As for now... sure enough, the culprit could only be the Iron Hand Gang!

That piece of trash Luo Heng, not at home in the middle of the night, running here for no reason—it was possible he had been lured here, or perhaps something else was going on.

Being told that, he was actually a bit skeptical, so he flipped through Luo Heng's ledger, found the relevant content, and then closed it, speechless.

Loading the cart and cracking the whip, the Green-Skinned Water Buffalo, a beast of burden with a trace of demonic beast blood, dragged the heavy flatbed cart steadily toward the corpse-burying wasteland.

This Du En had only received one month's wages, three low-grade spirit stones; where could he have bought it? It couldn't possibly have been a gift from some kind-hearted person, could it?

"Delivered so quickly; it seems I haven't been suspected for Luo Heng's death. In that case... they probably think the Iron Hand Gang did it?"

Du En picked it up, wiped it off casually, stuffed it into his pocket, and then spoke without looking up: "Wei Ming, come over and give me a hand."

"Coming!"

(End of chapter)