"Not for now..."
Luo Tianhe looked at Lin Qianqian and gave her a reassuring nod. "Miss Lin, rest assured. As long as no one touches this corpse, tonight will pass without incident."
Only after hearing Luo Tianhe say that did everyone feel somewhat reassured.
But with two corpses beside them, the atmosphere felt oppressive. After a brief discussion, they decided to leave for now and wait for news outside the courtyard.
Not long after everyone closed the door and left, a strange sound suddenly came from the once-silent room. It was as if someone were dragging their feet, scuffing their shoes across the floor.
Following the sound, they saw that Mr. Wu's body, wrapped in white cloth, had not moved. But beneath the cloth, his feet began to turn in a bizarre, incremental fashion, as if driven by some old mechanism. They kept turning until they had rotated a hundred and eighty degrees, with the toes pointing backward, toward the direction Luo Tianhe and the others had left.
"Ah... achoo!" The Fatso rubbed his nose and sneezed.
At that moment, they were standing outside the courtyard, chatting idly. Yuan Shanyuan was in no mood to talk; he sat on the steps with his eyes closed, resting. Jiang Cheng glanced at the Fatso and frowned. "What, did you catch a chill?"
The Fatso shivered. "No. I just suddenly felt cold for a moment. It's nothing." After speaking, he glanced uneasily toward the main hall. That chill seemed to have come from there, but it was only a feeling.
"Mr. Luo, what do you plan to do with that tiptoe-grinning corpse?"
Leaving something like that alone would only cause more trouble. Mr. Wu's corpse had already kept them swamped, and Jiang Cheng hoped Luo Tianhe could give them a clear solution.
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