The old village head quickly stood up and waved at Uncle Tie and several other strong men, instructing them to drag the leader's corpse back to the village and leave it there for now, without touching anything on it.
This thing isn't an ordinary demon; they aren't sure which parts can be touched and which can't. If they touch something they shouldn't, it will be hard to explain when the Lord's tax collectors come.
The villagers skillfully found a few thick hemp ropes and tied the leader demon's limbs and torso. Working together, they dragged it step by step toward the village entrance.
The hemp ropes cut deep furrows into the muddy ground, and as the demon's massive body was dragged into the village square, nearly all the women and children still in the village peeked out from the stone houses' door cracks. They first saw the demon's corpse, larger than a cow, and then gazed at the Duke walking beside it, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude.
