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In another part of the Gong family's residence, Old Master Gong, who had been roused from his slumber by Constable Wei, now found himself drenched in cold sweat under the stare of a few deputies.
"How could this be? How could it be missing?" He murmured to himself nonstop, unable to believe that the corpse he had personally buried could simply disappear.
That was the corpse of someone who had contracted a peculiar disease; this was literally a matter of life and death for him.
Constable Wei had said it himself: if someone with ulterior motives got away with the corpse, the consequences would reach far beyond just Hongling Town. Wouldn't the county chief have his head then?
He couldn't even bear to think about such a situation. If such consequences were to unfold, how would he live his remaining days?
At this moment, he was filled with regret, regretful of his own foolish belief that burning the corpse would bring him bad luck, making his ensuing life difficult.
