The corpse next door was moved next door; this is according to the prison's proximity rule.
Feng Mu calmly commanded Chen Ya, Wang Jiao, and the other prisoners to carefully collect the scattered body fragments and piece them together, then, in pairs, transport each body to the incineration room.
This path was short, yet it seemed extraordinarily long, so long that Wang Jiao and several other prisoners felt they had walked through a long stretch of life, showing obvious anxiety and impatience on their faces.
Feng Mu took in their expressions without saying much.
Pushing open the door to the incineration room, a wave of heat hit them, making the prisoners sweat all over as the heatwave steamed their blood and energy, their eyes gradually dyed with a bloody hue, and veins bulging grotesquely on their faces.
