I smiled faintly, "I've already verified it. That's your real name!"

I was smiling on the surface, but I was wary of the village chief in my heart. This man was suspicious!

When I used a spell to touch the name Jiu Ming, I felt a trace of ghostly power. His name must be connected to ghosts and gods. There's a fifty percent chance that the person in front of me isn't the village chief, or even a living person.

Village Chief Jiu Ming nodded. "Li Tangzhu, please come to my house and rest for a while. I'll talk to the villagers and organize them to cooperate with your actions."

Village Chief Jiu Ming brought me back to the house, had wine and dishes set out, and left Jiu Ci behind, while he returned to the meeting hall.

His intention was to have Jiu Ci keep me company while I ate and drank, but Jiu Ci had a cold face and didn't say a word because I had asked for the village chief's real name. After the village chief turned and left, she moved a stool and sat in the yard.

I didn't touch the wine and dishes on the table, but took out a chopstick and whittled it with a knife as if sharpening a pencil. "Miss Mo, why didn't you react at all when you saw those corpses just now?"

Mo Caiwei, who was sitting across from me, shook her head and said, "I don't know. I can't feel the sadness of seeing the remains of my relatives for the first time."

"Just now, I even wondered if I've seen too many corpses and become numb to them."

I picked up another chopstick and whittled it in the same way. "Which school does your master belong to?"

"My master isn't from the Paper Figurine Village." Mo Caiwei said, "My master said that he came to the Paper Figurine Village later, and was invited by the village chief to settle down in the Paper Figurine Village!"

"The skills of a coroner examining corpses have a lot in common with the four sects of sorcerers in the village, so the village chief invited him to settle in the Paper Figurine Village for the purpose of mutual exchange."

"The sorcerers who were invited weren't just my master, but also people who were proficient in medicine and Butian (Mending the Sky) sorcerers who specialized in stitching corpses."

The so-called Butian sorcerers are descendants of Butian Laolao (Old Granny Mending the Sky), and strictly speaking, they also belong to the branch of tailors, except that they don't sew clothes, but sew dead people.

To put it bluntly, they are sorcerers who relied on sewing the heads and bodies of dead prisoners together in ancient times to make a living. It is said that the masters of Butian Laolao can restore the corpses of people who have been torn apart by five horses to their original state. As for whether they can sew back people who have been subjected to the slow slicing punishment, no one has ever verified it.

Mo Caiwei added, "I feel that no matter how well the foreign sorcerers get along with the old residents of the village, there always seems to be a layer of separation. Only my master has been able to become a village elder."

"Moreover, my master wasn't a village elder when I went down the mountain. He should have only recently taken the position of village elder."

I tapped the table lightly with my chopsticks and said, "What about the Mo family? Which lineage do they belong to?"

"I don't know either!" Mo Caiwei shook her head again, "The Mo family, unlike the other families, doesn't branch out and intermarry in the village. It has always been a single line of succession. When the Mo family members leave, it's like they've left the village for good."

"I used to ask the villagers which lineage the Mo family belonged to, but no one was willing to tell me. So I stopped asking."

Mo Caiwei said to herself, "Do you believe me when I say that I've never been happy in all the years I've lived in this village?"

"I believe you!" I was talking to Mo Caiwei, but my mind was on other things.

Mo Caiwei's answers were about the same as what I had guessed.

This Paper Figurine Village may only have one or two hundred households, but the relationships within it are intricate and complicated.

This village has a pool of water so deep that its bottom can't be measured, and I have stumbled into it by accident.

While Mo Caiwei was talking, I quietly hid the two whittled chopsticks in my pocket, and waited patiently for the village chief to return.

At that time, I didn't know that Ye Yang and the others had already run into trouble.

When Ye Yang heard the villagers coming towards the door, he raised his foot to go out.

That guy Ye Yang is even more stubborn than me sometimes! When he encounters a misunderstanding, he never explains anything to others. Not because he can't, but because he disdains to.

Although Wang Butcher hasn't been at the Two Worlds Hall for long, she has figured out Ye Yang's temperament thoroughly.

She could imagine:

In a while, when the villagers rush in and see the corpses in the yard, it would be fine if they didn't say anything, but as long as someone falsely accuses Ye Yang of murder, he definitely wouldn't offer any explanation. If pushed too far, he might even say: You say I killed them, then just assume they died at my hands, what do you want?

The villagers not saying anything is definitely not going to happen. Even if they are all frightened by the dead people, someone will instigate them to attack Ye Yang.

With Ye Yang's temper, if no one stops him, it might be a bloodbath.

Wang Butcher quickly grabbed Ye Yang. "Don't go out, someone is trying to lure us in."

Wang Butcher looked around. "Let's get on the roof!"

Ye Yang didn't originally intend to go on the roof, but Wang Butcher dragged him onto it.

As soon as the two of them landed, Wang Butcher took out two black feathers from her satchel and stuck them on their bodies.

Wang Butcher's lineage is good at using the characteristics of demon beasts to perform secret techniques, so her satchel is basically filled with parts from demon beasts. Anyone who opens it would be scared out of their wits.

But Wang Butcher always carries these things around and takes one out to use on herself from time to time.

Wang Butcher pulled Ye Yang back a step. "Don't worry, with the Phantom Feathers, they can't see us, and they can't even hear us if we talk normally."

Ye Yang's gaze, however, was fixed on the opposite house.