The fatty, Rou Yi, and Jennifer didn't believe Dodge was dead, so they repeatedly checked his nose for breath and his pulse for a beat.

The fatty even considered trying to resuscitate Dodge, but blood kept coming from Dodge's nose and mouth, making it impossible. He had no choice but to give up.

Eventually, the three of them had to accept the fact that Dodge was dead.

Dodge's sudden death was a huge blow to us.

Especially Jennifer, who had always been Dodge's nemesis, didn't know what to do with her tearful eyes.

The fatty knew Dodge had a habit of wearing "dog tag" necklaces, which recorded Dodge's identity information.

The fatty took the dog tag necklace from Dodge's neck and carefully put it in his inside pocket: "

Dodge, brother, you've worked hard all the way. You can rest now. Leave the rest of the task to us. I'll take your dog tag back. Don't worry, rest in peace."

After saying that, the fatty helped Dodge close his unseeing eyes.

Because we still had a mission to continue, we had no way to leave with Dodge's body, so we had to leave him here.

The fatty sorted through Dodge's luggage and took out what he needed.

In order to prevent the "woman" in the black jade stone coffin from harming people, I picked up the mask that had fallen on the ground and put it on her as it was, completely covering her face, and then fixed it tightly. During this time, I kept staring at my feet, not looking directly into her eyes.

If you take people's lives at will, that is indeed not the way of a "god."

I looked again at the "Sanqing statues" enshrined in the palace. The facial expressions of the three statues were so hideous that they made people tremble.

Who would have thought that the offerings in the glittering golden palace lacked a sense of majesty and dignity, and had a hint of intimidation, a scene full of mockery.

The fatty asked angrily, "Young Master, what do we do with this black jade stone coffin and this 'old hag' inside?" The fatty used the word "deal with," indicating that he didn't plan to let go of the person in the stone coffin who killed Dodge.

I was in a dilemma. I had inadvertently fallen for the trick of the person in the coffin, and I didn't know where the other party came from or what harm they could cause. I was afraid that acting rashly would be dangerous.

But if we don't "deal with" it, who knows what kind of trouble this thing will cause later. We already have a lesson from Dodge, so we must be more careful next time.

In this environment, the only ways to deal with it that I could think of were chopping with a knife and burning with fire. Our existing tools could only do these things.

I shared my thoughts with the fatty and found that the fatty's thoughts were actually similar to mine.

The fatty spat and turned the knife in his hand: "It's not enough to quell my anger if I don't cut this life-threatening thing once."

I immediately said, "Chopping with a knife may only solve part of the problem, but not all of it." The fatty was determined to avenge Dodge. Before I could finish speaking, he took the knife and went towards the black jade stone coffin.

The fatty held the hunting knife with the blade pointing down, and swung the knife very quickly. With a flash of white light, the woman's head was easily chopped off.

A head wearing a mask and adorned with thousands of black silk and silver hair "gululu" bounced to the edge of the stone coffin, then rolled onto the blue-green stone platform—"plop"—disappearing into the ripples on the surface of the stone platform.

The old hag's head, like the coffin lid of the stone coffin, fell into the ripples on the surface of the stone platform and disappeared.

"Damn, Young Master, I forgot about the absorption of things on the surface of the stone platform. What should I do!" The fatty looked at me with some embarrassment.

The fatty does have a bad memory and is sometimes careless. He was the one who lost the coffin lid of the stone coffin just now, and now he's done this again.

As long as the goal is achieved, that's good.

I waved my hand, indicating that it was okay, and told him not to worry: "It's okay, this can also be regarded as a way of 'dealing with' it."

The fatty stood in front of the headless corpse, not in a hurry to take the next action, but hesitated.

The decapitated woman had a bowl-sized wound on her neck. The surface of the wound was dark red, just like all decapitated people, and there was nothing abnormal about it.

However, there was no blood flowing from her wound, which was a bit abnormal. If a living person was beheaded, blood would definitely spurt one or two meters away. I guess it was because she had been dead for too long and the blood had dried up.

From the outside, the woman's skin was very fair and tender, not like she had been dead for a long time. She looked completely like a living person.

Because she looked like a living person, the subsequent handling made the fatty feel embarrassed.

"Young Master, what should we do next, dismember this hag? Isn't that a bit anti-human?" The fatty asked me while scratching his head.

I suggested: "Forget it, let's just burn it with fire. Although this place is full of golden light, it always feels gloomy and not like a proper Taoist place. It's better to have less trouble than more, so let's deal with her quickly."

The fatty thought for a while and felt that what I said made sense. Burning was indeed an effective method, and it was not as cruel as chopping and dismembering.

The fatty's only concern might be that the smell of burning corpses was a bit pungent.