Ye Meng's hands seemed to go weak as she picked up her tools and continued to tremble.
Blood still flowed incessantly from the dead man's neck...
Fang Che snapped a command, and only then did Ye Meng jolt and began to work.
Drenched in sweat.
Ye Meng's display was partly an act at this moment, but there was also a hint of truth in it; she had killed before, but it was in battle, and she never dealt with the aftermath.
When had she ever been so close to a corpse?
This was unprecedented for her, the slow pace of digging a grave was infuriating.
Fang Che sighed. It seemed the girl was getting carried away with her performance.
He grabbed a shovel and began to help.
Dirt flew as Fang Che expertly dug a hole large enough to accommodate three bodies, about ten feet deep.
With a kick for each, he threw the corpses into the pit and sprinkled in some medicated powder he had exchanged for at the Martial Arts Academy.
As it landed on the bodies, they visibly shriveled.
