Auntie Zhu was initially startled before she realized what Tian Lin meant and hurriedly stepped forward to lift the straw mat.
Under the mat was a corpse with whitened hair and shriveled skin clinging tightly to the bones. Where did it resemble Han Li?
She recognized him only after a long while before she could not help but burst into tears, "How could this be Brother Han? He has already gone home and must be living well there."
Tian Lin said nothing but lifted the clothes on the back of the corpse.
He brushed his left hand over the scars on the body and confirmed again, "This is indeed Brother Han's corpse."
"Where was Supervisor Han's corpse found?"
Auntie Zhu no longer denied Tian Lin's speculation but grabbed the hand of one of the servant disciples instead.
The servant disciple cried out in pain while withdrawing his hand.
Fortunately, Tian Lin was quick to react, removing the force from the falling corpse, and gently placed Han Li back on the ground.
