"Heaven was taking people?"
Hearing the peasant woman's explanation, Lin Feng lowered his head and glanced at his feet.
He noticed something wrong.
There was Red Mud on his feet.
He had spent the entire previous night in the Wild Temple.
He had only come out that morning.
Logically, even if his feet were muddy, the mud should have been Yellow Earth.
The soil inside the Wild Temple where he had stayed last night had been Yellow Earth too.
Where had this Red Mud come from?
The reason peasants had been disparagingly called "mudlegs" in ancient times was that even the roads the emperor traveled were merely "paved with Yellow Earth" and "sprinkled with clean water."
Everyone else inevitably had to walk on dirt roads.
Getting mud and dirt on themselves was perfectly normal.
But he could not have picked up soil that did not exist.
Lin Feng looked back along the road he had taken. There was no Red Mud.
The surroundings were the same.
He reached down and scraped the mud off his feet. He did not need to taste it; a sniff was enough for the Tongue God to keenly detect that the Red Mud on his feet had no scent.
This was not normal soil.
Soil had a scent, and different soils smelled different.
He walked over again and crouched beside the bodies, examining them carefully.
Seeing the gentleman approach the bodies, the peasant woman said in alarm, "What're you doing? You aren't going to eat them, are you?"
Lin Feng picked up the bronze bell and sniffed it. Apart from a faint stench,
there was no scent of Red Mud.
Lin Feng tossed the bronze bell aside and said, "I'm a practitioner who investigates strange happenings. What do you think I'm doing?
"I'm investigating. I'm