Ye Yang's sword tip pressed against the corpse's head, but he didn't push forward. Instead, he used the sword to press against the center of the dead person's brow, gently nudging it forward.

The blood seeping from under the sword tip slowly stained the white cloth covering the corpse, and the body slowly retreated under the impetus of Ye Yang's sword.

Ye Yang lowered his sword tip slightly and shouted, "Go!"

The corpse turned and walked towards the gate, pushing it open and walking out.

Ye Yang followed the corpse out of the courtyard.

When Wang the Butcher jumped down from the wall, he made a point of glancing into the courtyard. The villagers who had rushed in earlier were lying on the ground, their fates unknown.

Ye Yang simply said, "Don't bother with them!" and followed the corpse onward.

This technique used by Ye Yang was called "Sending the Corpse Back to its Coffin," a secret passed down within the Bei Yi Ye.

When Bei Yi Ye robbed tombs, as long as the corpses inside hadn't turned into mere skeletons, they wouldn't move the funerary objects themselves. Instead, they would raise the corpses and have them carry the items out of the tomb.

After the corpses emerged, Bei Yi Ye wouldn't abandon them. They would carve a rune between the corpse's eyebrows, so it would walk back to its coffin and even cover itself up.

The secret technique Ye Yang used on the corpse was to make it return to where it came from.

Ye Yang followed the corpse all the way to a courtyard in the corner of the village before stopping.

Wang the Butcher merely glanced into the courtyard and saw two dead men with severed hands standing in the corner – they hadn't chased after the villagers, but had come to this courtyard instead.

Ye Yang said to the door, "Friend inside, please come out."

An old woman leaning on a cane hobbled out of the house. The first thing she said to Ye Yang was, "You should leave! You can't handle the things here, and besides, you're not worthy of being called sorcerers."

Wang the Butcher's face darkened instantly. "Old woman, don't think you can spout nonsense just because you're old. What makes you say I'm not worthy of being called a sorcerer?"

The old woman snorted coldly. "Since you entered the village, have you saved a single villager?"

"Ye Yang, in his quest to verify the truth, watched as the village chief's family was attacked and refused to intervene."

"You, in order to rescue Ye Yang, disregarded the possibility that the evil spirits might turn back and enter the village, and only used two beast toes before rushing to join him."

"Are you such selfish and self-serving actions worthy of the title 'sorcerer'?"

The old woman snorted coldly and said, "Originally, I wanted to give you another chance to prove yourselves. But what did you do?"

"After your secret technique was broken, two corpses chased after the villagers. But you remained unmoved, only concerned with using your secret technique to find the truth."

"What good is finding the truth? Isn't it at the cost of innocent lives?"

"Am I wrong to say you're not worthy of being sorcerers?"

Wang the Butcher sneered. "Old woman, are you a sorcerer?"

"A sorcerer who doesn't find the source of the evil but blindly follows behind it will only cause greater casualties. If we had no clues, then so be it, but since we have clues, why would we..."

Before Wang the Butcher could finish speaking, the old woman rudely interrupted him, "This old woman doesn't want to hear your sophistry. Get out of here quickly, and don't come to Mo Village to embarrass yourselves. Get out!"

After the old woman finished speaking, she turned to go inside.

Before Wang the Butcher could lose his temper, Ye Yang appeared at the door, grabbed the old woman's collar, and pulled her out, slapping her twice across the face.

The old woman was stunned. "You dare hit me?"

Without a word, Ye Yang grabbed her, swung her over his head, and slammed her heavily to the ground. Before she could get up, Ye Yang's Cold Flame was already against her throat.

Even now, the old woman was defiant. "Boy, if you have the guts..."

Ye Yang's sword tip moved outward, slicing a gash in her arm, and blood gushed from the wound.

Wang the Butcher squatted down with a smile. "Old woman, take a good look at his sword. It's called Cold Flame, one of the Ten Great Evil Weapons in the world."

"If you don't know how powerful Cold Flame is, I can explain it to you in detail."

"Anyone wounded by this sword, unless the sword's owner intervenes to heal them, will have the wound gradually necrotize like it's been burned by fire, until their whole body turns into charcoal."

"That feeling is not pleasant, oh!"

The old woman covered her wound and sneered. "I don't believe you dare kill me!"

Before the old woman could finish speaking, Ye Yang stabbed her through the thigh with his sword.

As the old woman screamed in agony, Ye Yang stepped on her. "The next strike will take your life!"

The old woman shrieked, "I'm from Paper Doll Village. If you dare touch me, I'll make sure your whole family suffers a horrible death!"

Before the last echo of the word "death" faded, Ye Yang pierced her throat with his sword.

The old woman's ghost rose straight up from her corpse, looking blankly at her body. "You really dare to kill me?"

Ye Yang raised his sword, pointing it at the center of her brow. "The next strike will exterminate your clan!"

Wang the Butcher laughed. "Old woman, you better get a clear picture of the situation! He cultivates Witchcraft Sword. If you really annoy him, and he gives your corpse a few more stabs, then it'll be the Witchcraft's clan extermination blood curse. You wouldn't want your nine generations of ancestors to be wiped out with you, would you?"