The shadow puppet car carried a load of corpses.
Judging by the appearance, they were all newly deceased servants.
This stirred up some memories in Song Yan.
Previously, when he was at the Tannery on South Bamboo Peak, anyone who died nearby would be carted away like this.
To mortals, even after death, the soul remains for seven days... and seven days' time is enough for the Puppet Sect to perform many dirty deeds.
Truly, in life, one serves the Puppet Sect; in death, one becomes its ghost.
Song Yan sighed, ready to tackle the day's tasks, when he saw that the last shadow puppet cart had stopped right in front of the Shadow Puppet Pavilion.
The disciple controlling the car dismounted and clasped his fists, saying, "Master Song, there's a batch of new skins, and the Sect Leader wants to know if you can use them."
Song Yan asked curiously, "What new skins?"
The disciple lifted the thick cloth.
Song Yan's pupils slightly contracted.
