Huo Xiangu was dead, but her head still had to be brought back for Huo Xiuxiu to keep as a token of remembrance, lest the young girl have no one to cry before except an empty cenotaph during holidays and festivals, which would look far too pitiful.
"Let's go, Mute, time to get down to business."
Neatly decapitating the head, wrapping it in cloth, and slinging it over his shoulder, Hei Xiazi had no taboos; during his down-and-out days, there was nothing he hadn't done. Things that other people found terrifying and unlucky were child's play to him.
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