I pushed the corpse cart towards the back door, simultaneously transmitting my voice to Lin Zhao, "Looking at it now, Lao Suntou brought Little Zhao in just to send him to his death."

"Lao Suntou deliberately disappeared during this time to create an alibi for himself. When the time is right, someone will replace Lao Suntou and complete the rest of the task."

"We arrived at the perfect time, making the remaining people think we were the sorcerers hired by Lao Suntou."

The moment I pushed the corpse cart out the door, a patch of blood suddenly seeped through the white cloth covering the corpse's face.

Was the corpse's face bleeding?

I looked down and saw that the white cloth covering the corpse's face was soaked in blood, sticking wetly to the corpse's skin.

Little Zhao's features became clearer under the blood-soaked cloth, and it vaguely felt like he was still breathing.

Lin Zhao quietly touched my hand, as if to ask: Should we stop? Perhaps Little Zhao can still be saved?

I pressed down on the corpse cart, slightly lifting the head end to help the wheels cross the door frame.

Once a corpse leaves the door, it cannot be brought back – that's the rule for transporting corpses!

Just as I was about to lift the rear wheels of the corpse cart, Little Zhao, lying on the cart, suddenly reached out and grabbed the door frame, abruptly sitting up.

The blood-stained white cloth clung to his face, and I couldn't see his features through the layer of cloth, but I could hear a faint, pleading voice coming from his throat, "Save me… save me…"

I pressed down on the corpse cart with one hand and struck the other against his forehead, knocking him back down again.

The blood, filled with resentment, seeped back up from under the white cloth like black ink.

As the resentment from the corpse stirred, the weeds in the courtyard rustled.

Anyone who's been to the Northeast knows not to wander into the weedy fields. Who knows what might be hiding there. If you hear movement in the grass near the edge, it's best to see which way the grass is moving.

If the grass is leaning in one direction, it's just the wind, no big deal.

If the grass stalks are swaying without leaning, then some snake or small rodent is burrowing underneath; just watch your step.

But if the grass is parting in two directions, heading straight for you, then you need to be careful. Whatever is parting the grass must be big, and it's coming for you; it might just jump out of the weeds and eat you.

The deadliest thing is when the grass stalks are spinning in place, like someone squatting in the grass, shaking the stalks with their hand.

At times like that, no matter what, don't give in to curiosity and go forward. Something is crouching in the grass, luring you over.

By the time you see what's under that grass, you might not be the one coming out of the weedy field.

In the blink of an eye, I saw at least five or six grass stalks shaking wildly in the yard.

Even though I wasn't looking at the grass stalks, something was crawling through the weeds, coming towards us.

Lin Zhao saw something parting the grass stalks, rushing towards my feet, and kicked out into the grass with her leg.

As Lin Zhao's right foot moved, a flash of a deadly soul-severing spike burst from her toes. The triangular iron spike, more than two inches long, sliced upwards from beneath the grass stalks. A ghastly wail erupted from the grass, and an eerie phosphorescent light shot out from beneath the weeds. The whole yard returned to dead silence once more.

I pushed the corpse cart to the side of the octagonal well in the middle of the yard. I picked up a bucket from the well's edge, casually grabbed a large coin from the corpse cart, threw it into the well, and looked into the well myself.

The once calm and still well water began to bubble as the coin sank, and murky sand surged up along with the well water. The well water that had been reflecting images now became completely clouded, and nothing could be seen.

Why do corpse washers spend money to buy water? It's to draw up this bucket of muddy water from the well.

Water is everywhere; you can even get pure water to make do.

The place where the corpse washer buys water must have spirits present.

These spirits don't belong to any fixed category. They might be gods or ghosts, or perhaps even demons, or even some wandering soul reluctant to enter the underworld. However, they all share one thing in common: they can suppress the corpse's resentment, ensuring that the corpse washer can complete their task smoothly.

I tossed the bucket to Lin Zhao: "Go wash the corpse. I'll continue to buy water."

Lin Zhao walked around the corpse three times with the bucket: "There are no more buckets."

I took another large coin and threw it into the well, but this time the well water didn't change at all.

I said in a deep voice: "Pour the water into the well!"

Lin Zhao was stunned: "Pour it into the well? Aren't you… aren't you destroying the well?"

I sneered: "There's no need to watch here anymore. The people here can't do anything. Pour!"

Lin Zhao grabbed the bucket and slammed it into the well. The well seemed about to explode, and a loud bang erupted from the bottom, as a cloud of thick white vapor burst out of the well.

As the well water splashed outwards, I once again said in a deep voice: "Keep pouring water in!"

Lin Zhao grabbed the bucket and slammed it directly onto the well opening, then struck the bottom of the bucket with her right palm, driving it into the well along with the water.

While the well water was still churning violently, I suddenly heard someone shout sternly: "Stop! What do you think you're doing?"