The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

As soon as Revolver finished speaking, Su Yang instantly sucked in a mouthful of cold noodles, "It's so scary!"

"Yes! This time, more than fifty bags of body parts were delivered. My job is to sew them together piece by piece."

"Hiss~ This is a lot of work to keep you busy, let's go in!"

As soon as the three of them stepped into the funeral home, a pungent smell hit them in the face, like a mixture of disinfectant and blood.

A cool breeze blew by, bringing with it a biting chill, like the caress of a ghost, adding to the feeling of desolation.

"Junyue, the temperature here is a bit low, don't catch a cold." Su Yang took off his coat and put it on Xu Junyue and said.

Continuing forward, they came to one of the halls. The lights inside were very dim, as if they would go out at any time, casting strange shadows.

Those cold walls exuded a gloomy atmosphere, like a silent cage, imprisoning countless suffering souls.

"Oh my goodness! If this place stops being a funeral home, it would be a good idea to turn it into a haunted house!"

Su Yang rubbed the goose bumps on his arms and muttered.

Revolver was very calm, "Hahaha, it's because of this reason that I couldn't find any help, so this is what happened to me."

"Little guy, you're here again."

An old and hoarse male voice came from the side. Su Yang turned around and saw an old man with a strange appearance walking slowly towards him with a cane. He was tall and mighty, but very hunched over.

This old man is really strange. Su Yang felt this way when he first met him.

His skin was dark and wrinkled like an old tree trunk, his eye sockets were sunken and his eyeballs were cloudy and unclear, and he looked like a stiff corpse.

The most important thing is that he had a limp in one leg. He would pause after taking a step and it seemed like he would fall at any time.

But even in this seemingly exhausted state, his fighting power is terrifyingly strong, with endless energy, and he can easily lift a coffin with one hand.

The old man's name is Shangguan Zhan. You can tell from the name that he is not someone to be trifled with. He is also the founder of this strange funeral home.

"Grandpa Shangguan"

"Master."

Su Yang and Revolver shouted at the same time, ran towards him and supported him on the left and right.

"Hey hey ~ Hahaha!! Great, great, great, it's enough for this old man to be treated like this in this life!"

Shangguan Zhan agreed with a smile, and looked at Xu Junyue with his cloudy old eyes: "Hey, who is this little girl? She looks quite energetic."

"Grandpa Shangguan, her name is Xu Junyue, and she is my future wife!" Su Yang answered first.

Xu Junyue greeted him with a smile: "Hello, old man."

"Hey, it's all good. This place is very dirty. Don't dirty your flowery skirt. I'm old and useless. Let these two guys accompany you around. I have to take a nap."

"Master, I will help you go back and rest." Revolver said.

"Oh, no need, go and do your own thing."

After saying this, Shangguan Zhan staggered away leaning on his walking stick, leaving the three people with an old and lonely back.

"Come on, I'll take you to see the body parts and let you see how good my skills are now." Revolver said.

"Ah."

A few minutes later, the two followed him to a large gate, which was the morgue.

The door of the morgue was tightly closed, but there seemed to be an invisible force surging behind the door. The occasional slight sound seemed to be the whispers of the dead, or the murmurs of evil spirits.

"This is it. It's a bit cold and scary in there, so you have to be mentally prepared." Revolver opened the door with a smile.

Su Yang poked his head out and looked around. The layout here was no different from when he came here not long ago.

There seems to be a layer of mist that is always there on the ground, making people feel as if they are walking in the underworld.

This is a large room, divided into two halves. The left half is filled with various instruments and tools. The cold tools are shining, as if telling countless tragic stories.

The right half was lined with rows of tables, on which were placed black bags. The bags were bulging, and one could easily tell what was inside.

Revolver walked over and opened one of the bags. A strong smell of blood wafted out. If it were an ordinary person, he would have vomited to death.

The body parts waiting to be sewn together looked particularly terrifying under the pale light, like cursed puzzle pieces waiting to be pieced together into a complete yet sad body.

"Oh my god! He died so miserably, what kind of vengeance or grudge is this!"

Xu Junyue stood aside, her eyebrows slightly frowned, a look of disgust on her face.

Su Yang pursed his lips tightly and didn't say anything, because he was afraid that he would vomit if he opened his mouth.

"What we have seen now is still considered good. The on-site excavation must be a thousand times more tragic than this!"

Revolver looked as if he was used to it. While explaining, he picked up the tools and prepared to sew the body parts together.

Su Yang took a deep breath and tried to suppress the churning reaction in his stomach, "I'll help too."

"That's great. I'm in need of help!" Revolver said with a smile.

"Just watch you!"

Su Yang rolled up his sleeves and went into battle, while Xu Junyue also helped to arrange the body parts.

So the three of them began to work in the empty funeral home, sewing each body part into a complete shape and taking photos for evidence.

The sticky, wet blood mixed with corpse fluids flowed onto the floor, quickly becoming a sight to behold.

Su Yang and Revolver were not the pretentious types, and besides, it was impossible to get clothes clean by doing this job, so they did not feel disgusted at all, but instead enjoyed it.

As for Xu Junyue, she looked indifferent. The people of the Shura tribe loved bloody scenes the most, and this made her eyes red with excitement.

"What a pity! This is still a young lady." Su Yang sighed as he sewed up the corpse in his hands.

"That's right. I estimate she's no more than 25 years old. Alas~" Revolver took a look and sighed, then agreed.

"Where is her head? Junyue, have you found it?" Su Yang lowered his head and sewed seriously, but he didn't hear a reply after he finished speaking.

Su Yang turned his head in confusion, only to see Xu Junyue standing beside a dissecting table with her back to him, staring blankly at the window with a complicated expression.

Su Yang tilted her head, and from this angle, she could see that she was holding a long-haired head in her hands.

“Jun Yue…are you scared?”

"Ah... no, no, how could it be possible..."

Xu Junyue came back to her senses and quickly turned around to deny it, but the panic in her eyes was too obvious, and Su Yang clearly caught her surprise.

"Jun Yue, are you feeling unwell?" Su Yang took a few steps forward.

"Don't come over!" Xu Junyue stopped him.

Su Yang stopped immediately after hearing this, his eyes full of questions, "What's wrong?"

Revolver also stopped what he was doing and looked at Xu Junyue in confusion.

"I'm fine, I'm just worried that you can't stand this stimulation."

"How can I be upset? Give me her head quickly. The dead are the most important. We can't be careless."

Xu Junyue hesitated for a moment and handed him the head of the female corpse.

Su Yang took it and after observing for a moment, his pupils suddenly contracted and his fingers trembled so much that he almost dropped the female corpse's head to the ground.

"This!... How could it be her!?"

Su Yang's voice tone rose eight octaves, his eyes widened, full of shock.

Although the face of the female corpse was a little distorted due to swelling, it was still clearly recognizable. It was Sheng Fanxin who had bought the little monster from Haishang Mingyue half a month ago...