Chapter 13: Half-Body Strange Corpse

It is a new day once again.

Today is an overcast day, unusually humid, and the temperature has not yet dropped.

Wearing the thick clothes used for burying corpses, I had already broken into a sweat before even reaching the burial wasteland; it wouldn't dry, leaving me sticky and feeling extremely uncomfortable.

And that is just a minor problem.

Walking along the path to the burial wasteland, on the dim forest trail, at this time of day, scavengers would usually gather to share the various remains left behind during the transport of corpses.

But now, there is absolutely no sign of them!

This mountain forest is deathly quiet, appearing exceptionally eerie and terrifying!

"Wei Ming, be careful today."

Wei Ming, having been warned by Du En, feels anxious and uneasy.

Even Wei Ming can clearly understand the purpose of doing this.

The others use their magic power to protect their bodies, so they can still manage to endure it, but Ning Caize here has an old ailment, and he couldn't hold on for long.

Otherwise, like just now, or the usual burial method, apart from Du En who can withstand it without issue, the others cannot; they might even lie down on the spot and be buried together.

If it were only this, it would not be enough to scare the veteran corpse buriers.

Du En does not waste time on this; there is still a lot of work to do today, and besides, finishing early means having time to do his own things.

He asks nervously.

"Haha, so that's how it is."

The usual burial method is actually aimed at the stench of corpses.

The others notice something, their hearts skip a beat, and they hurriedly follow.

"Alright, you all disperse first."

Du En, leading the way, keeps his pace steady, his voice devoid of ripples: "The yin spirits in the wasteland soil need direct sunlight to be quickly removed, and today, the sun is obscured by overcast clouds."

Du En raises an eyebrow slightly and quickens his pace.

"Ning, Senior Ning, don't, don't scare me!"

Seeing this, Wei Ming does not ask any more questions.

One only sees a row of corpses laid out on the wasteland.

He is in the best condition among them because he has mastered his cultivation technique more deeply than the others, and his cultivation level can be said to be the highest; although the black yin spirit mist attempts to infiltrate, it is blocked at the surface by his circulating magic power and cannot penetrate at all.

The others do not have much energy left, and if there were any accident, they would not be able to avoid it; hearing this, they inwardly call their boss mighty, then hurriedly disperse, watching Du En's side from afar with tension.

Wei Ming lets out a sigh of relief, looking at the dissipating black yin spirit mist, which finally fades away reluctantly like a plant without roots, and asks with concern: "Why are there so many yin spirits here?"

Ning Caize is somewhat speechless.

"Just like this? Those scavenging beasts ran away?"

"Today, our luck is bad; it's both a strange corpse and an overcast day, the two combined—of course, this is not the worst-case scenario."

There are fifty-eight in total, not a large number; mostly they died of exhaustion, a few were murdered, and a scattered few committed suicide.

He gave himself a fright.

They all let out a sigh of relief, one after another shoveling the soil they had just dug, tossing it from afar to cover the area, and soon, they buried this sinister half-corpse into this equally strange wasteland.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he discovered his voice was hoarse and weak, sounding very strange.

"Then what about the minor problem?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Because the corpses buried are all of this evil kind, naturally, the remaining yin spirits are far more numerous than with other corpses.

The remaining people put their heads down and put in extra effort, quickly digging a pit four feet deep.

"Hmm?"

Du En only gives a calm answer: "As you just saw, in the vicinity where these corpses are placed, what is buried is basically just strange and evil corpses that had to be dealt with urgently on the spot."

Wei Ming's heart, which had just calmed down, is immediately lifted again.

"Old Ning, you go wait over at the designated area first."

Hearing these words, full of vigor and still steady, Ning Caize does not insist and leaves the area, leaning on his shovel.

"Boss, be careful of what?"

"Ah? This is not the worst?"

Wei Ming, hearing this, is filled with worry and pursues the question.

Wei Ming keeps his head down, not daring to look, burying himself in digging the soil.

Du En continues forward, needing no further explanation.

Into the soil early, peace of mind early!

After all, the methods of those evil cultivators, as the name suggests, are extremely sinister and evil!

The others have no objections, and under Du En's lead, they begin digging right there on the outer side of this half-corpse.

It is very simple: since the black yin spirit mist is difficult to dissipate quickly, one just needs to not let the lingering mist directly affect oneself!

The key is that this half-corpse has been stripped of its clothes, its hands and feet are tied together, and its skin is smeared with oil, revealing a strange waxy yellow color, giving one the feeling that it is not a human corpse at all, but more like a halved white-cut chicken or duck, appearing sinister in an intangible way!

"Caused by an evil cultivator?"

This situation of being caught between two extremes of cold and heat, superimposed and attacking from both inside and out, is the minor problem Du En just mentioned, now that it has expanded significantly.

Regarding weather like overcast or rainy days, corpse buriers have long had their own set of methods: they will first dig pits in a rotating manner, and wait until all the pits are dug before concentrating on burying the corpses.

If there really are any hidden dangers, let them bite the strange corpses; as long as they don't plague them, it's fine.

Then, Ning Caize slaps him on the shoulder, which immediately gives him a fright.

One becomes numb after seeing it often enough.

Upon getting closer and looking into the wasteland, he immediately withdraws his gaze, unable to bear looking, feeling disgusted and wanting to vomit.

"Hmm, if you're curious and care, find time to ask Old Ning; he's been doing this a long time and has seen a lot."

This possibility seemed the most likely.

He walked behind that half-corpse, drove a shovel down, scooped up the soil, and then gave a fierce heave, prying the corpse up so it leapt into the pit.

Even the four of them, including Ning Caize, all had their expressions change, brows furrowed, and gazes instinctively shifted away.

At this moment, the Corpse-Burial Wasteland was already visible in the distance.

"The anomalies in the wasteland are just more obvious, that's all; you don't need to worry about this. As long as you finish the work before nightfall, there won't be any major problems."

Clearly, the physical sensation was extremely hot, sweat was still pouring out, and the body felt sticky and humid, not dissipating in the slightest, yet there was an inexplicable feeling of cold, a biting chill deep within the marrow of the bones!

Du En spoke up and said this.

"Follow the old rules."

It didn't stink as much as it did under the scorching sun, but as the baleful black Qi gathered, the corpse-buriers couldn't help but start to shiver uncontrollably.

In this way, the harm from the baleful black Qi could be suppressed.

Wei Ming felt somewhat awkward all of a sudden.

Du En even paused for a moment, which made him feel even more unnerved.

Turning his head to look at Ning Caize's side, he hadn't actually been idle either; after recovering, he had been working in the section designated for burial today, shoveling here and digging there, having already dug fifty-seven shallow pits arranged in a rotating pattern.

However, among them was one that seemed evil and strange!

It couldn't be called a whole body, but rather half a body, split vertically from head to crotch, with the internal organs remaining inside; furthermore, it was abnormally fresh, and the cut appeared to have an invisible membrane sealing it, preventing bleeding or decay.

This old rule is: when encountering such an evil and eerie corpse, join forces immediately, dig a pit nearby, dig it a bit deeper, and then bury it first.

"Cough, cough, cough... Little Wei, you really are a bit dense; why keep asking about minor issues? The minor issue is the baleful black soil; it's difficult to disperse today and easily makes people sick and weak."

He gave instructions calmly.

The shovel went down stroke by stroke, and every clump of soil dug out was bound to contain pitch-black baleful black soil, which, after being tossed aside, dissipated into black Qi that did not vanish for a time.

Because only those fellows would make a corpse so evil after harming someone!

At the same time, this half-corpse today was the most evil one Du En had ever seen since entering the trade.

He had already stepped back quickly, staring fixedly at the corpse until it was safely in the pit and no situation had erupted, only then did he wave his hand at the others.

Dozens of corpses with various causes of death, some old and some new, left to bake under the sun like that—waiting to dig the pits before burying them all together would make one stink enough to doubt life itself.

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