48. Departure

What are you still standing there for? Chi You asked, her hands shoved deep into her pockets as her gaze fell upon them. Even as the rain soaked through her clothes, she did not care in the least.

Get her out of here already.

Hua Xiaoman said nothing, continuing to slap yellow paper talismans methodically all over the female corpse.

Having used up the talismans Chi You had given her, she reached out to tug at the hem of Chi You's trousers. I've finished sticking them all. Are there any more?

Hearing this, Chi You reached into her pocket and pulled out yet another stack.

Watching the talismans being applied as if they were utterly worthless, the expressions of the village chief and the others turned exceptionally grim.

Chi You smiled brightly and said, Don't worry, I have plenty of these to spare.

With that, she looked toward the people crowded inside the corridor and asked, Would any of you like to buy a few for protection?

You can't go wrong, and you can't be cheated. Just consider it buying peace of mind for yourselves.

Upon hearing this, the crowd thought it made sense, especially since a murder had just occurred here.

Since they couldn't move away, they had no choice but to keep living here.

The village chief was caught in a dilemma. The rain beat down on the bodies of the young men, and the fabric of their clothes slowly began to change color.

Under the lashing of the rain, their black garments began to tear and disintegrate.

Shining her flashlight on them, Chi You watched as pieces of their clothing fell to the ground, and only then did she speak slowly, Oh my, are your clothes made of paper?

They fall apart just from getting a little wet.

Look at that, the ground is covered with your clothes, Chi You exclaimed in mock surprise. She then squatted down and touched the black debris scattered on the earth.

With a single stroke, she confirmed it was indeed made of paper.

So the clothes these people were wearing were burial garments?

Only the dead wear burial garments. Could it be that all of them were corpses?

It's raining too heavily now. Let's move her tomorrow, the village chief said slowly.

Huh? Xie Pei asked, confused. What does it raining have to do with whether you move the corpse or not?

Hearing those words, even Chi You couldn't help letting out a smile.

Although this woman's brain was rather simple, her arrogant and haughty attitude was directed at everyone equally.

Sometimes, Xie Pei really was a wonderful teammate.

The village chief was left somewhat stranded by her question, unable to gracefully back down.

At that moment, a man stepped out from the crowd.

He was dressed in a black suit, with an extraordinarily expensive watch strapped to his wrist.

As soon as this man made his appearance, he kept one hand in his pocket while using the other to smooth back his hair, striking a pose he clearly believed to be devilishly handsome.

The pair of black leather shoes on his feet had been polished to a brilliant shine.

With every step he took, his leather shoes emitted a crisp *tap-tap-tap* sound.

Around his neck hung a thick gold chain, though whether it was real or fake remained a mystery.

The moment the man emerged, his gaze landed on the drenched Chi You. As soon as he opened his mouth, his pretentious accent slipped out: Oh come on, my friend, don't be so rigid and argumentative.

If we're moving her tomorrow, we'll just move her tomorrow.

The surrounding crowd stared at him in speechlessness.

Was this guy sent here just to be a clown?

The other participants covered their faces in sheer embarrassment, unable to bear watching any longer.

With that excuse provided, the village chief immediately led his men away.

Before stepping out the door, however, he turned his head to glare at Chi You, who was standing in the middle of the courtyard, his eyeballs rolling frantically in their sockets.

It was evident that he had been driven to absolute fury.

Yet Chi You merely smiled back at him, her lips moving silently to form the words: A bunch of paper dolls.

The village chief read her lips and instantly averted his gaze, not daring to look at Chi You a moment longer.

Village chief? a young man standing close by asked, calling out to him.

Let's go.

The bride whom they had intended to marry tonight could not be taken away, leaving this group of men burning with intense frustration.

On the way back, every single one of them muttered angrily under their breath.

We must turn that woman into a ghostly bride!

Right!