Lu Ping slowly sat down, still covertly keeping an eye on the beautiful young married woman.
In this barbecue restaurant filled with laughter and groups of diners, a lone customer naturally stood out.
She was dressed with exceptional poise.
A well-tailored beige trench coat hung over the back of the chair beside her, while she wore only a fitted black turtleneck underneath.
The fabric was thin, tightly outlining her full, mature curves.
Her slightly wavy black hair fell lazily over one shoulder, concealing the skin at her temple and neck just so.
Her eyes were lowered, her posture gentle.
As though the surrounding clamor had nothing to do with her, she simply focused on turning over the food in her pot.
Under the firelight, her profile was fair and delicate, carrying the calm elegance of someone weathered by time.
She looked exactly like an urban housewife who had just finished an exhausting day and come alone to enjoy a lavish dinner.
There was not the slightest flaw in her clothes, expression, or movements.
Even when he called upon the Three Corpses lurking within him to sense her, he could only vaguely detect a calm emotional state.
Her cursed energy was also within the range of an ordinary person.
Yet Lu Ping's movements paused almost imperceptibly.
It was not a visual flaw.
She truly looked like an ordinary person, but Lu Ping's soul denied it.
To catch that trace of abnormality, Lu Ping slowly closed his eyes and continuously poured cursed energy into the Three Corpses within him, pushing his cursed-energy senses to their limit.
At last, a strange scent entered his nose.
It was neither the aroma of food nor the scent of expensive skincare products or perfume. It was the smell of cursed-energy fluctuations.
The scent was faint, like