A corpse lay on a table in the Morgue of the Lin'an City Administration.
Everyone was looking at Chen Miao.
"You can prove it now."
At those words, Chen Miao walked over to Feng Ping's corpse.
Looking at Feng Ping's deathly pale face, Chen Miao felt a little rueful.
Not over her death, but over what she had done.
At first, Chen Miao had thought Shi Manman's abduction was a coincidence.
After discovering Feng Ping's involvement, he had assumed she had recognized Shi Manman's talent and abducted her to recruit someone gifted for the Curse Cult.
Only after viewing Feng Ping's Memory Fragment did Chen Miao learn that his disciple had been dragged into this because of him!
Feng Ping was actually Feng Bujue's younger sister.
And everything she had done had simply been to take revenge on him.
Come to think of it, if he had not become a temporary consultant, Feng Ping might have targeted him this time rather than Shi Manman.
Shaking his head, Chen Miao reached out and lifted the white sheet covering Feng Ping's corpse.
Although the skin on Feng Ping's face resembled that of an ordinary woman in her fifties or sixties, the skin on her body was different.
It might not have looked like a twenty-year-old woman's skin, but it looked no older than thirty.
This did not surprise Chen Miao.
Corpse Stitchers often worked with skin and flesh. Whether they were making a skin suit or replacing their own skin, neither task was particularly difficult.
Chen Miao did not examine her for long before turning his attention to her left shoulder.
The skin there looked just like the skin elsewhere, with nothing unusual about it.
Although Chen Miao had not practiced the Southern School Corpse-Sewing Secrets much, he still had a reasonably