Jiang Cheng had known the maid was dead from the moment he first laid eyes on her.
The maid's face was a ghastly blue, blood oozing from her mangled features. Her limbs were twisted, and her naked body was covered in bruises left by blunt-force blows. A section of her skull had caved in, and the eye socket shattered by a blunt weapon had collapsed. One eyeball had been forced out and dangled there, a horrifying sight.
But none of that was the most important thing. Jiang Cheng examined the maid's entire body and found no wounds left by any sharp weapon.
The maid hadn't been killed by the Lord Guan ghost. She had been beaten to death by the evil monks Huide, Huiming, and the others. The regular pattern of bruises on her body proved it.
Sure enough, the Lord Guan ghost wasn't the only thing that could kill in this eerie night. Those evil monks were a threat, too. Jiang Cheng couldn't help feeling a chill of fear. If he and the Fatty had been caught by Huide and the others, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Jiang Cheng felt no guilt over the maid's death. After all, from what the monks had said, it was clear that the maid's true identity was probably the second-generation Deep Red lurking among Ye Qiutang and the others.
Still, that second-generation Deep Red had been incredibly bold. She had actually tried to strike a deal with the evil monks in the temple. It had been a dangerous move, to say the least.
"Step."
"Step."
"Step."
The maid's corpse moved. It seemed to realize that Jiang Cheng wasn't going to leave the room, making it pointless to keep watch outside. Dragging her twisted, broken legs, the maid limped away in an