The Huang Family's mourning hall had been cleared out.
A coffin stood in the center of the hall, surrounded by lotus-shaped oil lamps.
An incense burner sat before the coffin, packed with thin incense sticks that filled the entire hall with smoke.
At the sight, Lu Mian casually flicked his sleeve. A strong wind sprang up out of nowhere, extinguishing the incense and lotus lamps and sweeping the smoke outside.
The coffin in the center of the hall had yet to be closed. Lu Mian walked over and saw Huang Fu lying inside, his face deathly pale beneath the rouge applied to his cheeks.
Having started out as a Corpse Collector, Lu Mian had no qualms about handling corpses. He reached out and felt each of the joints in Huang Fu's body.
"There are indeed some injuries, but they aren't fatal."
"The cause of his death... should be acute distress overwhelming his heart..."
"It looks... as though it really does fit the signs of sudden death."
Lu Mian's eyes flickered.
Huang Fu had cultivated to the first realm: qi accumulation. His body was far stronger than an ordinary person's. How could he have died so suddenly and easily?
Yet judging by the corpse, there really were no signs of any external force at work. Everything fit the signs of sudden death.
Besides, Lu Mian's true body was still cultivating in seclusion in his cave abode. His Mirror Nightmare Clone could not activate the Ghost Eye, leaving him unable to examine Huang Fu's corpse any further.
"Family Head Huang, it seems Huang Fu really did die a sudden death."
After finishing his examination, Lu Mian spoke flatly.
"Your judgment is sound, Chief Seat Lu."
"Yesterday, Yang Jun used the binding force of the Tortoise-Snake Fist to injure every muscle and bone