During the carrying process, Ding Zhenzong inadvertently touched the corpse's abdomen. It was distended and felt... hard, unlike the stiffness of a dead body. It was more like something was hidden inside the corpse's belly.

Luo Tianhe also noticed this. While the Second Young Master was outside directing the servants to tidy up the sedan chair, he boldly reached out and pulled up the corpse's clothes. By the faint candlelight, a hideous scar was clearly visible on the corpse's abdomen.

The scar was terrifyingly large, extending from the lower abdomen to below the neck, stitched together with thin hemp rope. The dense stitches made one's heart palpitate.

Because the clothes had been covering it, it hadn't been noticed before. The edges of the wound were jagged, and everyone's first impression was that it had been torn open by a tremendous force.

Luo Tianhe was skilled and bold. He actually reached out to press on the corpse's swollen abdomen. The feedback he received told him that there was indeed something hidden inside the corpse's abdomen, and it was very hard.

But it definitely wasn't gold, silver, jewelry, or jade, because the weight didn't match.

Luo Tianhe instantly thought of the corpse's previous actions and the empty wooden frame in the warehouse. Could it be that... the evil thing that had been placed on the wooden frame was now inside the corpse's abdomen?

Before he could think further, the Second Young Master walked over, supported by Lai Fu. His leg disease was becoming more and more serious. In just a few hours, his movements were noticeably stiffer than before.

Everyone quickly gathered around, blocking Luo Tianhe and the corpse. Luo Tianhe took the opportunity to quickly tidy up the deceased's clothes, pretending nothing had happened.

"Everyone, it's getting late. I need to take my father's body back to the tomb," the Second Young Master said, looking at the corpse on the ground, his expression full of grief.

Luo Tianhe cupped his fist at the Second Young Master. "We would also like to see Master Wu off. I wonder if that would break any rules."

"Not at all. With all of you masters helping, I couldn't ask for more." Hearing that these masters were willing to go together, the Second Young Master's eyes lit up, and he quickly returned the greeting to Luo Tianhe.

After all, they were facing a corpse that had undergone a strange transformation, so even the Second Young Master's reaction as a close relative was understandable.

The so-called sending off the corpse naturally couldn't be done in a grand manner, nor could a coffin be used. The Second Young Master chose a sedan chair, the kind that required people to carry it both in front and behind.

He planned to take advantage of the fact that it was still dark to place the corpse in the sedan chair and send it back without anyone noticing.

The Second Young Master's legs were not convenient, so he rode in a sedan chair to lead the way, while Jiang Cheng, the Fatty, and the others followed at the end of the funeral procession. Ostensibly, they were "guarding the rear," but in reality, they were just gathered together to discuss the case.

In order to prevent the people in front from hearing, they deliberately kept their distance from the sedan chair carrying the corpse.

"Master Wu's death is strange. Did you see the scar on his abdomen?" Li Bai's voice was very low. "It was torn open. What could have such strength?"

"And there's something hidden inside. It's very hard, and not very heavy. I think it's something like wood," Ding Zhenzong also gave his opinion.

Everyone spoke their piece, but Luo Tianhe frowned and said nothing.

"Mr. Luo, what are you thinking about?" Lin Qianqian's voice was very pleasant and not at all offensive, especially with her two big eyes blinking gently.

"Strange," Luo Tianhe said.

"This kind of death is more than just strange, it's simply bizarre. It must have been done by that thing! Speaking of which, Master Wu had really bad luck, dying so tragically." Recalling the hideous scar on the abdomen, Ding Zhenzong couldn't help but wrap his clothes tighter, a completely subconscious action.

Luo Tianhe took a breath, his voice suddenly serious. "I'm not talking about that. Master Wu's life shouldn't have ended. I can't imagine how he could have ended up in such a state."

"Life shouldn't have ended..." Fatty was a little confused. The man was already dead.

However, Yuan Shanyuan, who was walking at the back, nodded, his eyes seeming to understand as he looked at Luo Tianhe. "Mr. Luo is a physiognomist. I suppose he also read Master Wu's face while examining the corpse."

"That's right. Master Wu had a full forehead and pearl-like earlobes. Even though he had been dead for many days, his eyebrows still shone with beauty. From his face, he was destined for wealth and nobility, born with good fortune. Such a blessed face is very rare, enough to ensure a thriving family and a long and happy life. He should have had at least twenty or thirty more years to live. He shouldn't have died here, let alone in such a tragic way." There was a deep sense of bewilderment in Luo Tianhe's voice.

"You're saying... he shouldn't have died?" Fatty asked cautiously.

With Luo Tianhe saying this, the already eerie atmosphere rose again. Staring at the swaying sedan chair in front, thinking of Master Wu's corpse inside, everyone was silent for a moment.

A burst of cold laughter rang out, extremely jarring in the silent crowd. "I say that the numbers of fate are not to be disbelieved, but neither are they to be completely believed. There's no need for everyone to be so nervous." Yao Shunyu squinted his eyes, still with that carefree look, his hands crossed behind his head.

Before he could finish speaking, there was a "thump," and the sedan chair in front fell to the ground. Then, the people walking in front suddenly became agitated.

"What's going on?" Everyone immediately rushed over.

The sedan chair was on the ground, and a man with a pale face was squatting beside it, his body still trembling. Everyone recognized him as one of the sedan chair carriers, with a white belt tied around his waist.

The Second Young Master also limped over, supported by Lai Fu. Lai Fu glared and said in a low voice, "What are you doing? Hurry up and take the master's body back. Can you bear the responsibility if you miss the time?"

"Wang Bao said he encountered something strange," someone whispered.

Hearing this, everyone looked at the man squatting on the ground. It seemed his name was Wang Bao.

The Second Young Master's face was pale. "Wang Bao, what happened?"

"I... I'm not carrying it anymore, Second Young Master. I'm not carrying the master anymore. Please, let me go!" Wang Bao, a grown man, was trembling, his voice changed. "Just now I... I felt the master move."

Hearing this, everyone's faces changed, especially the sedan chair carriers. The Second Young Master said angrily, "Wang Bao, my Wu family has always treated you well. How can you talk nonsense!"

Wang Bao was almost crying, and he stood up shakily from the ground. "Second Young Master, I'm not lying to you. It's true. I really felt the master move."

"There's more than one person carrying the sedan chair. If the master really had something wrong, why didn't anyone else feel it?" Lai Fu was quite clever and immediately found the flaw in Wang Bao's words.

"I'm not lying to you. Just now, I felt my shoulder getting heavier and heavier, as if there was a force pulling me from behind. I looked back and saw a corner of the sedan chair's curtain being lifted. It was the master! The master used his hand to lift the curtain and was... was looking at me!"