170. Manufacture Evil Spirit

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Flames consumed the wooden crutch, its fragments emitting slight crackling sounds.

The large bloodstains had settled and were no longer flowing.

Nearly an hour had passed since Du Wei had made his move.

Even though he was quite familiar with dissecting corpses, an experience that had become second nature to him, as time passed, he inevitably felt the effects of the influence of the street.

His movements gradually slowed down.

Every time he held the dagger to the corpse's face, slicing along the edges, there was always some resistance.

And throughout the process, the corpse kept trembling eerily, making this bizarre dissection even more troublesome.

However, for Du Wei, everything was still under control.

As the final cut fell and he felt no more obstruction from the tip of the dagger,

things were almost over.