```Without overseers, the market had become visibly dilapidated.
Even murder and robbery began to occur in broad daylight.
A Loose Cultivator who had set up his stall lay in a pool of blood, his body growing steadily colder, while his stall was empty, already robbed of everything. Soon, swarms of flies gathered, and a few filthy, scrawny rats even dared to nip at the blood nearby.
Passersby came and went in a hurry.
Everyone's gaze carried a hint of vigilance.
Chen Li dropped a huge cloth bag onto the ground, dust flying everywhere, cursing as he did: "Encountering a corpse the moment I step out, damn this bad luck!"
"And you, you, drag the body away, find a place to bury it."
Chen Li shouted at two down-and-out Loose Cultivators selling fish and shrimp at a nearby stall.
Their faces turned sour, they wanted to refuse but didn't dare, hesitating as they stood up.
Chen Li took out two Spirit Stones and tossed them onto their stalls:
