"Each person who comes will get one Demon Core. I don't care how many people you bring or how much you give them, just handle it yourself," A Fei said with a frown.
"This..." The fatty hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, "Ten Demon Cores, and I'll handle this for you."
"Alright, you manage it then." A Fei didn't want to waste time on such matters; their time was more valuable than these low-level Demon Cores.
The fatty was quite deft, and soon he had called over seven or eight young villagers wearing masks. The villagers, mustering their courage, entered the miner's house. Upon seeing the state of the miner's body, two villagers couldn't help but vomit.
Fortunately, the power of money was strong enough. Despite their apprehension, they nervously wrapped the body in a mat, then used a bed to carry it out to a nearby graveyard, where they dug a hole and buried him.
The fatty then returned with a beaming smile, asking for the money, his mask still securely in place.
