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In the spacious workshop on the west side of the cemetery, Matthew took out the five wax-sealed bodies from the body bags and placed them in a row on the ground.
He was checking the degree of decay of the corpse.
Life and death were the most magnificent proposition in the world and also the most irreversible law.
Even though Matthew had handled them properly, the insides of these corpses had decayed.
Matthew poked open the swollen blisters on the Dracon's forehead, and a foul stench filled the workshop.
His nose tightened, and he could not help but ring the bell beside him. When Sinwak, who was sleeping soundly outside the house, heard this sound, he did not even open his eyes. He only pulled the rope in his hand with all his might.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
With the Troll's efforts, the giant fan placed in the middle of the workshop immediately started to run fiercely.
A strong wind blew across the ground.
