PUD... PUD... PUD...
Normally, a cat lands without a sound, but the black cat emerging from the Black Box was so round and fat its soft paws made a series of crisp little thuds.
Lord Shi's corpse lay in a nearby coffin. Feng Bei, her hand clad in a black silk glove, was about to push open the lid when Yue Yan reached out and stopped her.
"Hold on! I've read the forensic doctor's autopsy report. This corpse… I think it's best if you don't look, Lord Upper Three."
Yue Yan pursed her lips, her pretty face tense, but the slight twitching at the corners of her mouth betrayed her. She was struggling desperately to stifle a laugh.
Feng Bei frowned slightly, giving Yue Yan a questioning look.
Yue Yan turned her head away. "It's a nasty sight."
Feng Bei didn't seem to fully understand, but she still took a step back.
Receptive and polite—that was always Feng Bei's way.
Yue Yan pushed Dou Xie forward. "Young Brother Xie. Here. You go."
Dou Xie froze, his eyes widening. "Huh? Why me?"
