Wu Yujiao bit her lip and nodded. Her voice was hoarse as she said, "I saw her. One night, Father lost money gambling again. He was dead drunk and shouted that he was going to dig up my sister's grave. He said she hadn't earned any money to honor him while she was alive, so surely it wasn't too much to take some from her grave now that she was dead. After all, she came from the Zhennan Houfu. Father thought there'd be valuable burial goods in her coffin. I followed him there in the dark."
"After Father dug up the grave and found nothing valuable, he left. I waited until he was gone before running over to see my sister. Her body was wrapped in a piece of tattered mat. Father... Father didn't even look at her body! He didn't even put the lid back on her coffin when he left!"
"I opened the mat, and only then did I see how horribly my sister had died! Her eyes were wide open, and her body was covered in wounds. Her mouth had been sewn shut with thin hemp thread, and it was stuffed full of hair. Her limbs had been nailed inside the coffin with coffin nails. No, that's not right—her head and half her shoulder had been torn off, then sewn back on after she died. There were rows and rows of stitches."
Just hearing Wu Yujiao describe it made the Fatty feel a chill crawl down his back. The part about her head being torn off immediately reminded him of General Guo, the Ten-Thousand-Man Enemy on the battlefield, who had ripped armor apart with his bare hands and returned carrying the enemy commander's head. This... how similar the scenes were. It seemed the Doctor's guess had been