The Kan Room.
In the pitch-black Secret Chamber, Ren Ye and the other two stood before the long table, looking at the flickering white candles and Xiao Yuan's memorial portrait. Their scalps tingled, and discomfort washed over them.
The bed was covered in blood and scraps of flesh stuck with feathers, with a rooster's head resting on the pillow. Yellow joss paper and millet littered the floor... All these details made it look as though some "kind soul" had held a funeral for Xiao Yuan last night.
"Look...!"
Just then, Tan Pang suddenly pointed beside the memorial portrait and alerted them, "There are Gold Coins and a fragment over there."
At his words, Little Bad King also noticed the two items beside the portrait: ten Gold Coins and a tattered card.
He recognized both items. Gold Coins were rewards the Heavenly Dao granted for completing a small task; the tattered card was an Autobiography Fragment, which also required repeatedly going through tasks to collect them all and finally piece them together.
The three stared at the two items with grave expressions.
"There's the lingering aura of a dispersed Yin Soul in this room, as well as the scent of Xiao Yuan's body." Yin Tiger thought for a moment before saying, "I'm very sensitive to these things. There's no mistake."
"Then Xiao Yuan... really is dead." Ren Ye stared at the Autobiography Fragment and Gold Coins on the long table and murmured, "A sense of ritual...!"
Tan Pang picked up a candle to illuminate the surrounding Secret Chamber. "But if he's dead, where's his body? Why isn't there a body?"
Yin Tiger considered for a moment, then reached out to take the two items.
"Come here a moment! The woman's unconscious...!"
Just then, Old Cadre's shout suddenly came from outside.
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