I should marry the traitor

Chapter 273: Dark Clouds in the South
Nanli, a mass grave.

As night fell, the mass grave looked particularly eerie. The dim moonlight shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on the desolate land. The land was overgrown with weeds and thorns, a desolate scene.

The graves on the mass grave were arranged in an orderly manner. Some of the graves had collapsed, revealing deep black holes. From time to time, corpse bearers would throw unclaimed bodies into the mass grave.

Those with a conscience would dig a pit and bury the body there, while those without a conscience would wrap the body in a thin straw mat and throw it into a mass grave.

From time to time, wild dogs would appear among the graves and in the weeds, searching for "food" and making low barking sounds.

It was the middle of the night, and even the most diligent corpse bearers would not stay in the mass grave for long at this time.

However, just like that, a muscular figure quietly appeared in the night and began to dig up the corpse on the ground.

There is naturally nothing to gain from corpses thrown into a mass grave. If it is for money, there is no point in searching for corpses in a mass grave in the middle of the night.

On the contrary, there is a certain degree of danger because there are a large number of wild dogs around the mass graves.

After the muscular figure fiddled with it for a long time, he finally stood up slowly.

At this moment, the moonlight was looming, shining on the face of the sneaky figure, who was actually the long-missing Old Yue.

The difference is that at this moment, Lao Yue's expression exudes an inexplicable dark aura, and his blood vessels appear on the surface as if they are about to burst, revealing a strange and evil cherry color.

He looks old, but he's not really.

What was even more bizarre was that after 'Lao Yue' stood up, the corpses that he had torn apart began to be chopped up slowly. These corpses were stiff and not as agile as Lao Yue's.

The zombies that Lao Yue dug up were of different ages, heights, and lengths, as well as fat and thin. The only thing they had in common was that they were all female corpses.

Lao Yue was walking slowly in front, and the female corpse behind him followed him closely. With each step, her movements became more and more agile.

Lao Yue led these female corpses with different appearances along the path into the mountains, and staggered to a stone wall.

Gently turning a hidden mechanism, the stone wall burst open, revealing a bottomless cave. A strong smell of blood wafted out from it.

Lao Yue led the group of zombies into the cave, and the zombies behind him also followed into the cave, until the last corpse entered and the stone wall closed again.

"I'm home."

"Ah."

"How was the harvest?"

"not bad."

The person who greeted Lao Yue was a pretty woman, who was the roast chicken that Lao Yue met in the first room that day when he was helping the poor.

The roast chicken had a similar scent to Lao Yue's, the only difference was that her appearance was dignified, her skin was fair and delicate, and she didn't have any scary blood vessels like Lao Yue's.

The dignified roast chicken looked back and forth at the zombies that Lao Yue brought back, and nodded with satisfaction:
"Ding Fourteen, you did a good job. Soon we will have more sisters."

"B-3, is your skin painted?"

"It's already been prepared, just waiting for you to send the person over."

"Don't let anything go wrong."

"I have the best skills among all the sisters." Duanzhuang Shaoji looked very proud. You know, skinning, painting and pasting skin are all real crafts.

The skinning technique alone is very particular. Generally speaking, in order to avoid leaving marks on the body, she usually picks out the scalp from the top of the head and then applies mercury, so that a relatively complete human skin can be obtained.

Of course, this skill is far from the pinnacle. A true skinning master usually starts skinning from places where there are already gaps, such as the mouth and eyes. Only the human skin peeled in that way can be considered a perfect work of art that has reached the pinnacle.

Of course, No. 3 B is not just a skinning master, she is also very skilled in skin painting and sewing, so she is given this important task.

With Lao Yue's help, No. 3 B took out one piece of extremely beautifully carved human skin after another and sewed them together with the zombies that Lao Yue had brought. The two worked tirelessly. After a long time, beautiful roast chickens appeared in the cave, each of them had a charming figure and a seductive look, and they were all top-quality stuff.

Number 3 stretched lazily, looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction and said:

"There are many more sisters."

"With so many new sisters, the speed of collecting Yang Qi will surely be faster."

"Master A-1 will be very happy, right?"

Ding Fourteen also nodded and said, "The speed of collecting Yang Qi is getting faster. I believe the day when the master can escape from the predicament is getting closer and closer. Glory will surely reappear in the world."

No. B-3 and No. D-14 disguised the sisters, and a group of half-human, half-ghost creatures sneaked into the city and returned to the kiln built with gray stones.

After placing the new goods in the building, No. B-3 and No. D-14 left the gray stone building and headed towards the city center.

After walking forward all the way, they actually arrived at the back door of Prince Mu's Mansion and walked in with ease.

In the remote backyard of Prince Mu's Mansion, a beautiful woman had been waiting for a long time.

That was the seventh lady of Prince Mu’s Mansion—Mu Feiqin.

"Are you back? How did things go?" At this moment, Mu Feiqin was playing with the dagger in her hand. She didn't raise her eyes but knew clearly that No. B-3 and No. D-14 were coming.

"It's done. A new batch of goods has been delivered. The progress of collecting Yang Qi can be much faster. It's only a matter of time before we can help the master escape from this predicament."

No matter what dynasty or where a brothel is located, if you want to keep it going, you must have talented people behind you.

In this Nanli area, no brothel would be able to operate without the approval of the Mu family.

Obviously, the person who protected the Black Stone Tower was none other than Mu Feiqin, the seventh daughter of Prince Mu's Mansion.

"We need to be faster. The Mu family's annual festival will be here soon. We must collect enough Yang energy before the festival for... for me to refine."

As Mu Feiqin spoke, the last trace of humanity on her face seemed to disappear, replaced by a strange mixture of male and female voices, which made B-3 and A-14 kneel down suddenly.

Because this means that at this time, Mu Feiqin is no longer number one, she is the master.

"We will do our best to help our Lord escape from this predicament."

"When the Lord returns to the world, this land of Nanli will be turned into a scorched earth."

The strange cherry-colored blood vessels on Mu Feiqin's face beat slowly. Without answering No. B-3 and No. D-14, Mu Feiqin turned her head and looked towards the center of Mu Palace.

It swallowed greedily.

(End of this chapter)