Who hid My Corpse!

"Is this the last one?"

"It's the last one for tonight."

"That's what I mean." A Black Merchant patted the well-locked carriage, then glanced sideways at Harlow, "You're about two hours late from the scheduled time, what happened to you? Why is your face covered in wounds?"

"Got held up by an idiot," Harlow replied irritably. "They hit me so hard I almost got my bones broken."

The Black Merchant raised an eyebrow: "And what about him?"

Harlow said flatly, "Probably dead by now."

"Haha, that indeed sounds like your style."

The Black Merchant chuckled and was about to get on the carriage, but Harlow stopped him in time.

"What do you think about Wildfire?"

The Black Merchant turned back to look at Harlow: "You really want to go?"

"Why not give it a try?" Harlow said. "It's a blue ocean there, with no Church present, and hasn't been divided up by other Gold Merchants yet. Wouldn't that make it easier to act freely?"

"To what extent do you mean to act freely?" the Black Merchant asked. "Why don't you make it clear?"

"How much clearer should I be?" Harlow said. "I've already inquired. In the past century, to deal with the night, the villages in Wildfire are far apart, and a new order hasn't been established yet. So... even if you make an entire village disappear overnight, no one would know."

"An entire village disappearing, sounds just like the No-man's Land."

"Trades in the No-man's Land don't happen all the time, and they're all in the hands of those Gold Merchants," Harlow said. "If we want to make it big, we can only seize such opportunities."

The Black Merchant was evidently tempted, but soon thought of something and became a bit hesitant: "But is this the right time? You must have received the notice, right?"

Harlow understood what the other was referring to—the Black Merchant's laundering.

The Black Merchants in the headquarters all knew that Contract Land was no longer content to be trapped in the No-man's Land and wanted to enter society to become a real Church.

And those Black Merchants with the best connections to Contract Land wanted to come ashore as well, upgrading from Contract Land's black gloves to white gloves. With the backing of Contract Land, once successful, they would become one of the most powerful forces in the world, a status far different from now.

However, before that, they still needed to obtain the consent of several other major Churches.

Although this was basically just a formality, as no Church dared to disrespect Contract Land.

But just in case, the higher-ups of the Black Merchants still required their subordinates to behave during this time, which is why even though Wildfire was so tempting, the major Gold Merchants hadn't entered yet.

"Isn't this our opportunity?" Harlow patted the Black Merchant's shoulder. "If not for this time, how could we possibly get in before those Gold Merchants?"

"But..."

"No buts." Harlow intensified his tone. "Think about it, once we're ashore successfully and become a visible force, who knows what we'll be able to do or not do then? Do you think we'll have a chance to rise when that time comes? Do you want to be oppressed by those guys for the rest of your life?"

The Black Merchant was persuaded by Harlow. He nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go take a look after delivering this batch."

"Smart. But remember, you must be swift in your actions," Harlow advised. "Don't leave any evidence for others to catch."

"Rest assured, aside from the goods, there won't be any living witnesses."

"That's good then."

Harlow nodded satisfactorily, watching as the Black Merchant drove away with the carriage, while in his mind, he was already imagining bringing back a carriage full of gold.

This fantasy greatly improved Harlow's mood, even alleviating the gloom and frustration caused by being "betrayed" by Lair tonight.

He hummed to himself as he walked back.

"A Black Merchant going ashore becomes a White Merchant," he muttered. "After earning this big sum, I can consider retiring... hmm?"

Harlow suddenly stopped in his tracks, frowning.

Because he caught a faint whiff of blood in the air.

Normally, smelling blood around the warehouse was quite normal because the brats locked in the warehouse were hardly intact, and the butchers would also be cutting the goods they needed.

But now this scent of blood was too fresh, as if it had just flowed out.

At this time, no butcher should be taking action.

Could it be an issue with a specimen?

Rhein's limb Growth or Eternal Nightmare's brain separation?

Although he knew it wasn't his business, Harlow still decided to take a look. After all, as a Black Merchant, he couldn't miss any piece of information.

But when Harlow returned to the warehouse and saw the place covered in blood and numerous shattered Black Merchant limbs and organs, he realized just how foolish his actions had been.

He immediately prepared to run, but the moment he turned around, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of him, causing his body to freeze.

"Ah, Harlow." Lair slowly emerged from the shadows, accompanied by a dripping sound. "I thought you were gone."

Harlow stared intently at Lair, eyes full of terror.

Because at this moment, Lair was entirely crimson, the blood all over him seemed about to burst from his veins, making him look like a blazing fire.