But Yu Chengmu didn't expect it to be Zhou Qing.

Although Zhou Qing hadn't been with him for very long, he wasn't stupid and was skilled enough. He was practically his apprentice. He'd weathered so many storms, but he'd capsized here.

Almost immediately, Yu Chengmu's eyes fixed on Jiang Cheng's face.

When Fatty noticed, he couldn't help but sweat for Jiang Cheng. After comparing the two sides, Fatty figured that even if they fought, he and the doctor wouldn't necessarily lose.

He'd beat that old coffin nail Yu Chengmu himself first.

Capture the ringleader first.

"Oh dear, all the masters are here. I was just about to go to the Wu family mansion to find you," the village chief said, supported by someone, running over in a panic. "You must go and see, something terrible has happened!"

Yu Chengmu slowly shifted his gaze and glanced at the village chief. "Speak your mind."

"At shopkeeper Zhou's house, at the… the paper craftsman's, his missing wife has been found!" The village chief was panting, his chest rising and falling sharply. Clearly, he had run all the way after hearing the news.

"Where?"

Following the village chief, everyone arrived at the paper craftsman's house. The gate was wide open. Walking inside, A Biao understood everything when he saw the four paper figures standing outside the room where the paper figures were stored.

He just hadn't expected that Jiang Cheng had not only found the paper figures he had hidden, but had also dared to take off the heads of the paper figures and put them on the paper sedan to scare Zhou Qing.

Zhou Qing was a suspicious person, so seeing this scene out of the blue must have scared him enough.

"Where's the person?" Zhang Hao asked.

The village chief shivered and refused to go any further, only pointing a trembling hand at the half-open door of the room. "In… inside."

Jia Jinliang gave A Biao a look, and the latter immediately grabbed the person supporting the village chief, held him down, and pushed him into the room. The door was knocked open, and the scene inside became clear.

The man who was pushed in screamed, then, as if he had seen a terrifying scene, scrambled out, not even caring about the village chief, and ran away.

Everyone looked up and saw a female corpse hanging directly in front of the door. The female corpse was tall and hidden among several paper figures, her tongue hanging out, her eyes bulging, looking very frightening.

Judging from the appearance of the female corpse, she had been dead for some time, and the air was filled with a stench.

Jiang Cheng had a rough guess in his mind. As expected, this female corpse was hidden among the female paper figures last night, and Zhou Qing's death was also related to this corpse.

But… where was Zhou Qing?

Yu Chengmu was the first to walk in. He stared at the woman's body, as if he could see the mystery in it. After walking closer, he sighed slightly, then grabbed the hem of the woman's pants and gently turned it.

Accompanied by the creaking of ropes, everyone's eyes changed instantly.

"Ah!" The village chief, without anyone to support him, almost fell to the ground.

Behind the woman, there was another corpse, Zhou Qing!

What made everyone's scalp tingle even more was that Zhou Qing was not simply hanging behind the female corpse, but back-to-back, tightly attached to the female corpse.

No, not attached, but sewn. Zhou Qing's limbs were sewn onto the female corpse one stitch at a time with a brown hemp rope, body to body, arm to arm, leg to leg. As the female corpse swayed, Zhou Qing also swayed, the scene was extremely eerie.

Moreover, there was no noose around the woman's neck; the noose was around Zhou Qing's neck. The weight of the two people was completely on his neck alone.

His cervical spine was broken, and the posture he was in was indescribably strange. His face was twitching, his eyes were bulging, and his mouth was open. No one knew what he had seen before he died.

The fear on Zhang Junyu's face slowly receded. After a moment, a hint of doubt appeared on his brow. He paused, clearly seeing something and wanting to say something, but he held back and looked at Yu Chengmu with questioning eyes.

"Take the people down, be careful, the female corpse face down, close to the ground, Zhou Qing on top." Yu Chengmu turned his head and said in a commanding tone, "Also, find a knife, a shasheng blade (killing blade), and separate the two corpses."

Hearing this, Zhang Junyu and A Biao moved together, found a ladder, cut the ropes, and lowered the two corpses.

As for finding a knife, it was naturally left to the village chief.

"What are you still standing there for?" Jia Jinliang asked the village chief.

The village chief said with a sad face, "Masters, where would I get a sharen blade (murdering blade)? To be honest, I'm timid. I've been afraid for days even after killing a chicken."

Zhang Junyu stood up when he heard this and said loudly to the village chief, "Listen clearly, it's a shasheng blade (killing blade), not a sharen blade (murdering blade). There's a butcher in the village, right? Bring the knife he uses to slaughter livestock." Zhang Junyu raised his eyebrows, looking fierce. "Hurry up!"

"Okay, okay, there's a butcher, I'll go get it now." The village chief turned to leave, his legs and feet were nimble at this moment, not knowing if he was pretending before, or if he was frightened by Zhang Junyu.

"This shasheng blade (killing blade) is very important. If you get the wrong one, you won't be able to suppress the resentment of this evil corpse. It might even cause it to reanimate. So, I'll trouble two of you to go and watch the village chief get the knife." Zhang Junyu looked at Chen Hao and the others.

"Lei Mingyu, you go with him." Chen Hao said.

Jiang Cheng's eyes were fixed on the corpse on the ground. He certainly didn't want to miss any clues. Most importantly, he was worried that Yu Chengmu, the old fellow, would do something, so he sent Fatty to follow.

Slowly taking off the clothes of the two corpses, the dense stitches on their skin made people's backs go cold. Zhang Junyu gently pulled the thread with his hand, then rubbed it with his fingers. It seemed that what he thought was confirmed. He looked up at Yu Chengmu and whispered, "It's a fushi xian (corpse binding thread), that's right."

Chen Hao walked over, stared at the corpse and asked, "Old sir, what is the saying about fushi xian (corpse binding thread)?" His tone was calm, but there was an undeniable feeling in it.

Yu Chengmu frowned slightly, his attention was all on the corpse. "Fushi xian (corpse binding thread) is a thread specially used for sewing up corpses. Some corpses are seriously injured before death, the remains are broken, and the death appearance is ugly. The family will specially arrange for a seam corpse person to sew up the corpses before burial."

"The seam corpse person uses this kind of thread."