Chapter 588: The Truth of Returning the Dead

Xiao Yin cleared away the obstacles in the spirit hall and opened the coffin halfway, revealing Chen Zhuo's corpse.

Gu Jiu Ling knew that someone would come to relieve her here soon, so her movements became a bit quicker and her handling more efficient.

Gu Jiu Ling just noticed that the livor mortis on Chen Zhuo's face was abnormal.

She had seen corpses before; after all, before crossing over, following her mentor in the lab she had encountered all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous ailments, and naturally also seen all sorts of bodies.

She had a senior fellow student from medical school who later switched to become a forensic pathologist; for this reason she had gone to his place and watched him perform autopsies on site.

After death, each person's cause of death differs, and the condition of the corpse also differs.

She had no time to explain to Xiao Yin; the sharp scalpel in her hand directly cut into Chen Zhuo's throat.

Although no blood flowed from the dead person, she pulled out a white thread-like thing from the opened flesh.

"A worm?" Xiao Yin sucked in a breath, how could there be a worm in Chen Zhuo's throat?

Gu Jiu Ling hastily used the scalpel to slit Chen Zhuo's collar, just about to lift her hand to cut open the abdomen to see inside, when suddenly urgent footsteps sounded outside.

Xiao Yin's face turned slightly cold as he rose and walked toward the spirit hall's door.

"You keep going, I'll go check those people out!"

Xiao Yin held the door, and Gu Jiu Ling felt much more relieved.

If Xiao Yin stood guard at the door, no one could even think of entering.

But outside it wasn't just one set of footsteps; instead, more and more footsteps came rushing this way.

Gu Jiu Ling stared dumbfounded; Xiao Yin could handle a few, but...

But with so many people, there would surely be a huge commotion—not to mention the Chen family's guards, even those coming to mourn at the Chen manor numbered not less than eight or nine hundred; surrounded by such a crowd, how could they cope?

"Who goes there?" someone approached the spirit hall, then suddenly stopped.

Then he shouted loudly.

"Come here! Someone has broken into the spirit hall!" Xiao Yin realized there was no escaping, so he did not avoid anymore, drew the dagger from his waist and blocked the doorway.

Only then did the Chen family realize someone had broken into the spirit hall to cause trouble—sheer audacity.

"Come! Quickly come! Someone has broken into the spirit hall and intends to disrespect Mr. Chen!"

A man in plain clothes shouted loudly.

The comer turned out to be Lin Jingyuan, who could be said to be fated enemies with Xiao Yin and company.

Lin Jingyuan did not rush in blindly like the others; instead he checked his steps, stood not far from the doorway, but did not move closer.

He stared fixedly at Xiao Yin standing by the doorframe, then urgently ordered the guards on both sides to charge at Xiao Yin, trying to seize him.

Xiao Yin would not give those people an opportunity; the mere Chen family guards were no match for someone of his caliber.

Xiao Yin kicked the charging Chen family guard to the ground, and that guard immediately passed out.

"Come! Quickly come!"

At this point, the Chen family members who had gotten the news rushed toward the spirit hall from all sides, seeing a black mass blocking it completely.

Sweat beaded on Gu Jiu Ling's forehead; how could they continue the coffin autopsy if this went on?

"Prince! Prince, what should we do?" Gu Jiu Ling never expected Lin Jingyuan to turn up here mid-way, which disrupted their plan.

But now we must think of a solution; having finally infiltrated the Chen family with difficulty, if we just give up halfway and leave, later sneaking back in to approach Chen Zhuo's corpse would be harder than ascending to heaven.

After all, she and Xiao Yin have stirred up such a big commotion; the Chen family's defenses will surely be airtight, leaving them no chance to exploit later.

Xiao Yin never dared to draw the Longquan Sword in his hand, lest his identity be exposed.

After all, Chen Zhuo was killed by his anger; now he comes again to open someone's coffin and dissect the corpse—no matter how you look at it, it sounds bad.

With only those pebbles in his hand, he could hardly match four fists.

Seeing more and more Chen family guards rushing over, their blades almost reaching his face, Xiao Yin whispered: "Hurry up and leave! This place is no good to linger."

"But..." Gu Jiu Ling glanced at Chen Zhuo's corpse before her; after great difficulty she had found a clue, and if they gave up halfway she would feel somewhat unwilling.

One must know that the slander and filth burdening Xiao Yin are truly too great; the more she and he stay together, the more desperately she wants to help him clear his name—this disgrace should not be his to bear.

"What about Chen Zhuo's corpse?"

Xiao Yin froze for a moment, turned around and suddenly kicked the coffin lid aside.

With a crash, the incense and candles in the spirit hall toppled over in a large swath; seeing this, the Chen family outside were truly enraged.

A crowd surged forward to attack Xiao Yin, who hurriedly went on the offensive.

Even combined, those guards were no match for Xiao Yin; moreover, with Xiao Yin standing on the steps, as soon as they entered the spirit hall he kicked them out, each vomiting blood.

More and more people realized that to deal with Xiao Yin they all had to attack together; once isolated, they would surely come off worse.

Xiao Yin suddenly grabbed the white curtain and wrapped it around his hand.

Xiao Yin then pulled and tugged; the curtain in his hand had already been infused with inner force, and those who had wanted to approach him were forced to retreat step by step.

Xiao Yin raised his hand to hang the curtain under the eaves of the spirit hall, gave a cold snort, and half of the eaves collapsed.

The people outside exclaimed in alarm, retreating repeatedly; who could this be? Could it be an enemy of Mr. Chen? His martial arts are too high!

But to wreck someone's spirit hall over a corpse—even an enemy would find that underhanded.

Xiao Yin coldly regarded the timid crowd before him; after unleashing a great move, those outside indeed withdrew.

Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Yin took a few steps to the coffin, suddenly bent over and lifted Chen Zhuo's corpse out with one hand, then pulled a white cloth and bound the corpse to his back in an instant.

This maneuver left Gu Jiu Ling on the side staring wide-eyed.

Xiao Yin whispered to Gu Jiu Ling: "Go, let's change venue and investigate!"

Gu Jiu Ling really didn't know what to say, feeling quite uneasy inside.

Not only had they broken into someone's spirit hall and wreaked havoc, they even intended to carry away the corpse.

The Chen family would surely be furious, but Gu Jiu Ling really had no choice; compared to burial in peace, giving the dead a true account is more important.

She hurriedly followed Xiao Yin; Xiao Yin bore the corpse, led Gu Jiu Ling, and leapt onto the roof—after a few trips they had already left the area.

Outside, the Chen family guards hurriedly pushed aside the chaotic beams before them, only to discover that the two strange persons in the spirit hall had vanished, and even Mr. Chen's corpse was gone—this left everyone dumbfounded.

Lin Jingyuan stepped forward, his eyebrows knitting fiercely.

"What on earth is going on? Who let these two thieves in? Find out immediately!"