You couldn't tell by looking, but it was obvious when you felt it with your hand.
Before Jiang Cheng and the others could ask, Tang Qisheng explained, "In ancient times, women had low status, even in wealthy households. Women who couldn't bear children had an especially hard time finding a place in the family. Even after death, they were branded as 'incomplete people.' Accordingly, a piece had to be cut off their memorial tablets as punishment."
Jiang Cheng silently memorized the words "Wu Yuhuan, Wu Family Lane, west of the city." He planned to find a chance to leave the marquis's residence and ask around in Wu Family Lane. He might uncover a clue.
Ever since arriving here, Fatty had felt uneasy all over. A chill seeped through his back, and when he saw Jiang Cheng put the memorial tablet back in place, he couldn't wait to leave.
After all, there weren't just memorial tablets here, but dozens of corpses too. They had all presumably died at the hands of those vengeful ghosts. If they stayed any longer, who knew what might happen? Fatty didn't want to end up like Quanfu last night... At the thought, he instinctively glanced back at Quanfu's corpse. Since it was in the way, Zhang Qizheng and Tang Qisheng had moved it to the other side.
But he would have been better off not looking. The sight nearly scared the soul out of him. Somehow, the corpse that had been lying quietly on the ground had sat up. Its tightly shut eyes were open, and its cloudy pupils stared fixedly at him. Thick fluid continued to ooze from its seven orifices.
Everyone present shuddered at the sight. But after they faced off for a long while, the "resurrected" Quanfu made no move. He just sat