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Feng Mu took a deep breath, bent down, and first pulled a sheet from his backpack, spreading it flat on the ground. Then, he stripped the clothes off the corpse, neatly folded them to the side, took off his own shoes, and put them on.

Next, Feng Mu carefully lifted the corpse onto the sheet and wrapped it tightly, like a mummy. Finally, he took a hammer from his backpack.

The thudding sound came through the clothes, somewhat muffled. The corpse, having lost its blood and moisture and having been corroded by dark forces, felt different from a normal body—its texture was more like dried chicken from a past life. The flesh was rotten, easily separating from the bones, and the bones themselves were brittle, cracking with one smash and shattering with the next.

“This matches precisely the description in my mind from the ‘Blood and Iron Sacrifice’ knowledge,” Feng Mu thought, testing the body’s response to confirm it aligned with what he had just learned. Only then did the tension in his chest ease.

This was the most critical step; if anything went wrong here, he would have to resort to a different method, which was more time-consuming and troublesome. Fortunately, the knowledge the system had fed into his mind had stood up to practical verification.

“The male corpse part is just a monotonous test of endurance now. As for the female corpse, I only need to make a few small adjustments. Hmm, I’ll try to finish it during my lunch break,” Feng Mu tightened his focus and meticulously followed his plan.

He didn’t finish by noon.

After school in the afternoon, Feng Mu had to spend another hour in the storage room. The workload was heavier than he had anticipated. After all, even if the corpse was like dried chicken, this was no easy task; just swinging the hammer required over a hundred strikes.

Moreover, dealing with traces at the scene demanded extreme care, far more exhausting than mechanical repetition.

“This is the first time, so I lack experience. Next time, I should be much more skilled. Ah, why am I even thinking about a next time? Ugh, ugh, ugh,” Feng Mu muttered as he climbed out the window, circled back to the school restroom, changed back into his own shoes behind a stall, slung his bulging backpack over his shoulder, and leisurely strolled out of the school.

At this hour, there were still a few scattered students and teachers preparing to leave on the playground, so Feng Mu blended in without drawing attention.

Back home, it was just him and his mother. Feng Mu made an excuse about stomach discomfort, skipped dinner, and locked himself in his room from the inside.

Sitting at his desk, he pulled out paper and pen, carefully recalling the day’s actions and recording everything in detail. Like checking answers and estimating scores after an exam, Feng Mu replayed and simulated the events in his mind repeatedly before finally exhaling deeply.

He didn't tear up the paper to throw it away but crumpled it into a ball. Along with a few iron beads, he swallowed it whole.

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