Inside the shed, Cen Lizhui carefully examined the surroundings, pondering for a moment: "Where did you bury Wang Yue's corpse?"
"Do you want to dig it up and take a look?" Chu Wuyi was somewhat shocked, his upbringing made the flash of disgust in his eyes fleeting, not lingering.
Lin Qing was even more surprised: "Wang Yue is dead?"
No one paid attention to Lin Qing, only Chu Wuyi silently picked up a rusty hoe and started digging directly.
"Seriously, you buried it inside the house? Doesn't it creep you out?" Chen Muxue couldn't help but step back two steps.
Although the hoe was rusty and had several nicks, with a bit of spiritual power, the soil was easily turned over.
A foul stench mixed with the smell of earth instantly spread, and everyone covered their mouths and noses.
Cen Lizhui checked a bit, his brows furrowing: "It's different from what I expected. This corpse not only lacks the aura of the Demon Clan, but I can't even sense any traces of negative energy..."
