"Mr. Luo, how can you spout such nonsense at your age? Just because someone's lucky, you want to send them to retrieve heads. You're the most skilled among us, why don't you take the trouble and carry Old Man Wu to his funeral alone?"

Though the words were harsh, Jiang Cheng wore a cheerful smile, making it seem like he was mostly joking. Whoever took it seriously first would lose.

As expected, Luo Tianhe didn't get angry. He calmly explained, "Little Brother Jiang overestimates me. If I had the ability to handle Old Man Wu on my own, why would I trouble everyone? Unfortunately, my skills are lacking. Asking Little Brother Wang to take this journey for everyone is a last resort. I believe he's the only one among us who can handle it."

After speaking, Luo Tianhe smiled at everyone, pausing particularly on Lin Qianqian and Yuan Shanyuan. "I wonder what everyone thinks?"

Lin Qianqian understood and stepped forward, sneering at Wang Fugui. "Based on my observation, I think Wang Fugui is very suitable. I agree with Mr. Luo's arrangement."

Jiang Cheng widened his eyes in feigned surprise. "Your observation? Lin-meimei, that bottle beside you looks unfamiliar. It doesn't seem like the one you dug up before."

Seeing the stalemate, Yuan Shanyuan stepped in to mediate, suggesting a vote.

This old fellow seemed fair, but he harbored malicious intentions. This matter was clearly a setup targeting Wang Fugui. Even if Fatty won, he would only avoid retrieving all the heads alone, gaining no real advantage. But if he lost, the trouble would be immense.

"Wang Fugui doesn't count. There are 7 people left. Let's vote by raising hands, majority rules."

Lin Qianqian was as energetic as if she'd been injected with stimulants. This wasn't just about pride; she had to do it. Tonight, Jiang Cheng had outsmarted her, leaving her with only one spark of yang fire. If she didn't drag someone down with her, she might be the one to die.

"Ahem, esteemed masters, please don't argue. Let me say something fair." Lai Fu, standing to the side, suddenly spoke up, appearing like a kind-hearted soul. "I think it's a bit much to send Master Wang alone. How about this, there are 8 heads in total, each master takes one and brings it back. That way, everyone avoids hurting the harmony, right?"

Hearing this, Lin Qianqian's eyes turned cold. She was about to retort with "Mind your own business" when Luo Tianhe interrupted, "Hehe, since Chief Steward Lai Fu has said so, let's do as he says."

Luo Tianhe said no more, lowering his head to stare intently at the corpse in the coffin. He tore off the red cloth wrapping the knife and wiped the blade hard. Then, he flung the red cloth onto Old Man Wu's face, covering his unclosed eyes perfectly.

This single move made Li Bai frown secretly.

Luo Tianhe's hand holding the knife was steady, his wrist stiff. The blade tilted upwards, cutting into Old Man Wu's abdomen bit by bit. Accompanied by a strange muffled sound, everyone knew that the fine hemp ropes sewing the belly had been severed one by one.

As the first wooden organ was removed, Luo Tianhe no longer hesitated. He quickly grabbed the resentful infant bottle placed beside his feet with one hand and placed it smoothly into the coffin.

"Next, according to the previous order."

Following Luo Tianhe's reminder, the crowd stepped forward one by one, first taking the wooden organs, then carefully placing the dug-out resentful infant bottles into the coffin.

Luo Tianhe stood beside the coffin, reminding everyone to be careful while extending a hand to help.

To avoid Luo Tianhe's trickery, Jiang Cheng and the others didn't even use Luo Tianhe's help, independently completing the placement of the resentful infant bottles without any outside interference.

To this, Luo Tianhe only smiled, without any other irregular movements.

After Lin Qianqian successfully placed her resentful infant bottle, it was time to retrieve the heads, as Luo Tianhe said. The word "retrieve" gave everyone pause.

Luo Tianhe laughed it off. "You all can retrieve them first. I've already been exposed to Old Man Wu's corpse qi and it's temporarily inconvenient for me to leave the coffin." He then looked at Yuan Shanyuan, nodding slightly apologetically. "Old Mr. Yuan, it seems I have to trouble you to demonstrate for everyone."

Yuan Shanyuan led Bai Yu towards the heads. The blood on the ground had begun to congeal, leaving pools of black-red stains on the stone slabs. A pungent smell of blood lingered in the air.

The eight heads were scattered in different locations, their faces expressing different emotions. Some were filled with fear, their eyes bulging and teeth bared, while others seemed to have been decapitated in their sleep, their heavy eyelids drooping, revealing only a sliver of their eyeballs, as if they hadn't woken up yet.

But without exception, these heads gave people an extremely strange sense of unease.

It was clear that Yuan Shanyuan was also wary of such things. He stopped about two meters away, and seemed to notice something, then stopped moving, replaced by Bai Yu.

Bai Yu stepped forward steadily, bent down, grabbed a head with one hand, but didn't lift it immediately. Instead, he pressed the head hard on the ground. After about ten seconds, he grabbed the hair and lifted the head.

Now everyone saw clearly, the two heads were different from before, their eyes were closed and their faces had become peaceful, as if they were asleep.

But Jiang Cheng clearly remembered that, not long ago, the head in Bai Yu's left hand had a terrifying expression, its blood-red eyes were almost popping out, and its mouth was wide open, as if it was about to scream.

That's right, there was something wrong with these heads, they... they were alive!

No wonder they used the word "retrieve"...

Fatty, Li Bai, and Yao Shunyu also noticed the strangeness of the heads. At this moment, the atmosphere became subtle, and the pressure was on Li Bai, since she was the most experienced in dealing with such things among the four of them.

As the two heads fell into the coffin, it was Fatty's turn to step forward.

"Wait." Li Bai stopped Fatty, then quickly walked towards Luo Tianhe, politely extending her hand. "Mr. Luo, may I borrow the knife in your hand?"

Luo Tianhe's expression became troubled. "Miss Li Bai, I still need the baleful aura of this knife to suppress Old Man Wu's corpse. I'm afraid if I lend it out..."

"It'll be fine, I trust Mr. Luo's abilities." Li Bai's attitude remained polite.

"Very well, you can use it, but be extra careful."

Taking back the knife, Li Bai handed it directly to Fatty, whispering, "This knife has a baleful aura. It has not only slaughtered livestock but also killed people, I can feel it. Take it with you, those heads are strange. I hope this knife can suppress them."

Looking at Li Bai and Fatty, a look of resentment flashed in Lin Qianqian's eyes. She wished she could throw both of them to the heads and let them die without a whole corpse.

Carrying the knife, Fatty walked step by step towards the heads. He didn't choose the one closest to him, but the one on the edge, a head with its eyes closed.

There was no other reason, except that this head's expression was not so ferocious and looked easier to talk to.

But as he got closer and closer, about two meters away from the head, Fatty suddenly stopped.