"He's quite brave, to be able to sleep while guarding a corpse by himself," Su Qingyue said with a laugh. "Third brother, if it were you, you'd probably be so scared your hair would stand on end."
"Not at all," Xiao Yuchuan declared confidently. "Just watch if I am scared of a corpse."
He reached into Chen Daniu's pocket and fished out a key, then used it to unlock the firewood room door and pushed it open to enter.
The firewood room was dark and damp, with several bundles of dry firewood stacked in the corner. Two long benches were placed in the middle, and a wooden board the size of a door was laid across them; Zhu Daqi's corpse was lying on top of it.
Xiao Yuchuan walked over, then turned back to Su Qingyue and said, "Dear, look, I'm not scared at all."
Su Qingyue's face turned pale, and she said with trembling teeth, "Third… third brother…"
"What's wrong?"
She pointed behind him, "The… the corpse has sat up!"
