Yuche didn't wait for me to tell him what to do next.
He caught the metal buckle on the dead man's belt and dragged the body away from the dirt, stopping only when it reached the middle of the road where there were no roots, flowers, or weeds close enough to touch it.
"Farther," I ordered, watching the loose shirt shift over the man's sunken stomach.
The buckle tightened again, scraping the corpse several more meters across the pavement before Yuche let it settle.
Chenghai moved to one side of the road while Zhenlan took the other, leaving enough distance between them that whatever was inside the man couldn't reach both at once. Lingyun stayed beside me with a small flame flickering over his fingers, apparently determined to be ready the moment I finally let him use it.
Yuche remained directly in front of me.
I leaned slightly to the side so I could see past his shoulder. "You know standing there doesn't stop me from looking."
"I know," he replied without moving.
