Lin Miao inspected the village temple inside and out once more, but found nothing suspicious other than this fresh civet cat skin in the kitchen woodpile.
Standing at the doorway, he saw Lien Yurou approaching with a medical kit, possibly in a hurry, as the girl had a fine layer of sweat on her forehead as she came closer.
"Yurou, you're here?"
"My lord, you asked Mei'Er to send me a message, and I came over immediately," Lien Yurou nodded, simultaneously taking off the medical kit from her back.
"Give me the kit, make sure you are protected; this could be the source of the 'ma plague'," Lin Miao cautioned.
"Yes, my lord."
"When you come in, don't touch anything recklessly, follow my instructions!"
Lien Yurou followed Lin Miao into the village temple, entered the backyard and saw Mr. Cen, dead on the bed, with a partially decayed face. She was quite frightened, if she hadn't prepared ginger in advance, she might not resist running out to vomit.
"Recognize it?"
