What needs to be done?

Upon hearing this, everyone asked curiously, and Shi Wuxie also opened his bloodshot eyes, his face full of doubt.

"Let's dig the grave first."

Chunhu Siqiong stroked her chin, trying hard to recall, "Of all the corpse-raising sites, the one I'm most familiar with is the Dog Head Cave. It's a dog head-shaped mound built in the east-facing direction to capture the light of the sun and moon and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers. The height of the dog head must be at least half a meter higher than the tomb."

"I see, I understand now."

Ji Fanya nodded, then stepped forward and pointed at Shi Wuxie, saying to the four assassins, "This is the place. Dig a grave pit big enough for him to lie in."

The four assassins: "..."

So, were they really sent here to dig up graves?!

Even though they were extremely unwilling, they had already eaten the meat, and it was too late to back out.

With a master like Di Moyu around, they dared not recklessly abandon their responsibilities and could only obediently choose to dig a pit.

Shi Wuxie was about 1.4 meters tall. With the four assassins working together, digging a pit was naturally very easy. Before long, a suitable-sized grave pit was dug.

Next came the creation of the dog's head. None of the four assassins were master sculptors, so in the end, it was the chef, Ji Fanya, who took charge of the task himself.

As a chef with exceptional knife skills, creating a dog head sculpture is naturally no problem for him.

"Um... can we go now?"

For some reason, after the dog-headed grave was completed, they always felt that the temperature around them seemed to drop, and they would unconsciously shiver from time to time.

The group kept looking around. This place was eerie, and if they could, they really didn't want to stay any longer.

"Alright, let's go."

What follows is a rather secretive ritual that cannot be revealed to outsiders. Even if the four of them wanted to stay, Chunhu Siqiong would not allow it.

Thank you.

Upon hearing this, the four felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They casually clasped their hands in a fist salute and then left quickly without looking back, as if afraid that Jun Feijue and the others would regret it and try to keep them.

"Xiaoya, bring out everything you bought on the way."

At this moment, Chunhu Siqiong put on a pair of small shoes on her heels and stood up on her feet. She said to Junran, "Brother Jun, please put that little rascal... Little Wuxie into the coffin and bury it properly. Don't bury the head of the coffin completely, and don't bury it too deep. Leave a little bit exposed so that it can absorb the essence of the sun and moon."

"kindness."

Junran nodded, then placed the corpse Wuxie, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, into the coffin, and then, under his questioning gaze, closed the coffin lid.

"Roar roar roar..."

All he could see was darkness, and something was covering him from behind the board. The unknown fear made Shi Wuxie scream loudly, but he was bound and unable to move, and no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.

The mournful howls echoed across the desolate wilderness, sounding incredibly eerie and terrifying.

Accompanied by the mist, a faint sound drifted out, startling passersby who shrank back and kept their distance.

At the same time, terrifying rumors about the battlefield were further amplified.

"Sister Qiong, here's what you wanted."

At this moment, Ji Fanya also took out a bowl of white rice, a bowl of chicken blood and three incense sticks as instructed, and placed them neatly on the small table next to him.

"kindness."

Chunhu Siqiong nodded and stepped forward. She first placed white rice and chicken blood at the head of the coffin before burning incense and praying.