"Wang, my young friend, has a point. The character 'Hun' wasn't one ordinary people could use. Take the famous Marquis of Donghun and Marquis of Haihun, for example. Both were deposed emperors."
Yuan Shanyuan spoke with such authority that everyone grew even more curious about the identity of the Blood Corpse Tomb's owner. Several pairs of eyes fixed on the mysterious upright burial coffin, concern filling them.
"So... is a deposed emperor buried in this Blood Corpse Tomb?" Lin Qianqian ventured in a quiet voice.
This time, Yuan Shanyuan hesitated. "I only said that anyone who could use the character 'Hun' was no ordinary person. A single character isn't enough to identify the tomb's owner. But judging by the style of the accompanying coffin, the owner must have committed a heinous crime. He probably didn't die a natural death, but was executed by imperial decree. His resentment must have been so intense that he became a blood corpse, turning this into a Blood Corpse Tomb."
After all, they hadn't seen the Blood Corpse Tomb with their own eyes, so for now it was all speculation. By then, dawn had broken. After dealing with the eldest son's corpse and checking that they hadn't missed anything, they hurried away.
When they returned to Wu Manor, Laifu was pacing anxiously in front of the entrance. Seeing Jiang Cheng and the others, he finally seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He ran over to them. "You've worked hard, masters. I've been waiting here the whole time, afraid something might have happened to you."
Jiang Cheng knew what Laifu was really getting at and gave a cold laugh. "Don't worry. Mr. Wu's body has been dealt with. And your eldest young master is dead, too."
"We already knew. This morning, a servant from the