Tang Ye threw the three cloth bags, each containing a dead body, into the pit dug by Lu Xiaojie, who then continued to wield the shovel, burying the pit.
"Are you sure Dairya won't find it?"
"Don't worry, I've been living here for quite some time, and I'm sure that Dairya will not find this place. Plus, I have other places to use. In a few days, I'll take you there, and these bodies will be gone."
"Why?"
"They'll be reincarnated, you know. If Dairya can't find them, she'll give up. But, there will be three additional shadow graffiti."
Lu Xiaojie pointed to a place even further away, and Tang Ye looked over, but didn't see even a hair of the shadow graffiti.
Realizing that there was no shadow graffiti, Lu Xiaojie was stunned and in the next second exclaimed in horror, "Crap, I've underestimated how much Dairya values you!"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't ask, just carry me on your back!"
"What are you planning to do?"
"To the recycling station! The sooner the better!"
