Wangcai had been dead for half a year; the body was nearly skeletal, and dog fur scattered into the air along with a foul stench the moment the coffin was opened.
Fearful that Yang Mo might give something away, Li Feng pinched his nose, leaned in close, and whispered, "Number Two, there are Shadow-Walkers monitoring the surroundings, and there are Spirit-Painting Birds watching us from the bamboo forest nearby. Don't slip up. You mourn Wangcai to draw their attention; I'll check the remains for anything suspicious."
Yang Mo’s gaze tightened, and he nodded slightly.
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