Xu Feng took out the small piece of human skin.
To Xu Feng's half-trained eye, the skin looked far too fresh.
As the largest organ of the human body, skin lived and died with its owner.
After a person died, their skin soon began to "rot." Xu Feng had yet to see a zombie, but even the corpses that had undergone Corpse Reanimation—
Their skin grew taut and lost its luster after death.
And that was to say nothing of corpses that had undergone Cicada-Shedding and Snake-Sloughing. Even the surfaces of those bodies had changed.
They looked nothing like this.
Holding it in his hand, Xu Feng would have believed not only that the skin came from someone who had just died, but that it was still alive.
The Yellow River Undecaying Corpse.
Xu Feng put it away. Someone could barge in at any moment. He glanced outside. While they had been talking, people had tried to come in and offer incense to the county magistrate's father.
Some were stopped at the door.
Xu Feng said, "After all these years, the skin still looks like this."
Beside him, Shen Jicheng said, "It does. It's almost miraculous."
Xu Feng said, "Then it really does match what those Eastern Han tales of the strange described: dead, yet seemingly alive. But how did he cause trouble afterward? Was it as I heard—that he sank every grain transport boat that passed?"
Delighted by Xu Feng's question, Shen Jicheng scooted closer, dragging the cushion beneath him along. "Yes! I've read about that period in four different kinds of records.
"The first, of course, was the biography of our City God from when he was a celebrated official, along with a collection of his family letters."
At that, Shen Jicheng gave a respectful bow toward the