Similarly to Madam Liu, Sister Hong died with her limbs twisted in crooked angles and her neck broken. Even at her last moment, her eyes were still wide in fear and unwillingness, so vivid it was as if she could spring up at any second and revive as a vengeful ghost.
"I… I didn't hear anything at all last night…" Xinxin whispered tremblingly.
Tang Ye's face was grim. "Me too."
Nian turned to Jin Jiuchi with questions in his eyes. He had witnessed how sharp and acute Jin Jiuchi's senses were and if there was someone who noticed the ruckus last night, then it could only be him. In response, Jin Jiuchi, who was draped bonelessly over the dining table, replied in a careless tone, "Ah… I seemed to have heard an argument and some fighting last night?" However, he had not paid it too much attention for he was quickly growing numb having to hold the same position for so long last night.
