"What's wrong with Meimei? Is she spacing out again?"

To make her feigning illness more convincing, Mingmei is currently wearing a towel on her head.

She watched as Mei Jiu, after Mei Shi entered the room, grinned and winked at her secretly, as if controlling her own strength with her face, before slipping out.

Sis, it's up to you—keep going!

Mingmei disliked this.

"No, I just have a bit of a headache..." Mingmei, regaining her senses, tried to avoid Mei Shi's gaze, afraid that her guilty conscience would give her away.

"Does he have a fever?"

Seeing the towel on Mingmei's head, Mei Shi had no suspicions and came over from behind to touch Mingmei's forehead.

"She doesn't have a fever." Mei Shi frowned, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at Mingmei, who was expressionless, with her eyes downcast and looking listless. She thought for a moment and then said, "Haven't you been eating well these past few days?"

Mingmei: "..." 81Chinese.com

Does her mother mean she's admitting the food at Bibo Yaoshan is bad?

Seeing that Mingmei remained silent, Meishi grew anxious and muttered, "Why is she spacing out again?"

"Again?" Mingmei didn't dare to show too much expression on her face, but her eyes moved slightly. She silently turned her head and asked the ghost in her mind, "What does my mother mean by this?"

Gui Gui, who had been lazy for many days and hadn't reminded Mingmei about her and Muchen's affair, fell silent.

It's a long story...

Then please make your story short.

Gui Gui: [Hey, you've forgotten about Mu Chen again.]

Mingmei: [?? Tell me in detail!]

Gui Gui: ...

Didn't you just ask for a short story?

...

Just after Mingmei successfully "feigned illness" and fooled Meishi, Meijiu led a group of players into the room where the corpses of the Wanjianmen elders were placed. When Lu Gui and the others lifted the shroud covering the corpses, Lu Xiaoyao first covered Meijiu's eyes with her hand.

This scene is not suitable for Mei Jiu to watch.

"Hurry up! My sister and Yao'er are holding off the sect leader and my mother. It might take a while. If you don't act quickly, you'll get caught..."

"Don't worry, even if we catch you, we won't betray you." The group had already begun examining the body, but they still didn't forget to reassure Mei Jiu.

"No, I want to see it too." Mei Jiu was clearly not satisfied with just stopping here; she also wanted to examine the body. After confirming that the body was only a little pale and bluish, Lu Xiaoyao released her hand from covering Mei Jiu's eyes.

As soon as she let go, Mei Jiu boldly pounced on the bed where the corpse was placed.

"Huh...why is he fatter than before?" When he was still alive yesterday, Mei Jiu was so scared by him that she cried. Now, looking at him again, he seems a bit bloated than yesterday.

"Since it was pulled out of the water, it must have been swollen from being submerged. Although they have removed the moisture from the surface of my uncle's body, it must have absorbed some water inside."

The players from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect also noticed that the corpse seemed somewhat swollen.

"That's not right. Didn't my brother say that the magical beasts in this Azure Lake are no pushovers? If the corpse has been soaking in the water for so long, why didn't any of the magical beasts eat it or attack it?"

Lu Xiaoyao still remembered Lu Gui's previous deduction. After speaking, she turned to look at Lu Gui, who had been silent and was observing the corpse with Charlie and the others.

Lu Gui didn't respond. He suddenly squatted down, his line of sight level with the corpse, staring intently at it, and then staring at the corpse's hair for a long time.

"Brother, what...are you looking at?"

Lu Gui's action made Lu Xiaoyao speak much softer.

She also squatted down like Lu Gui and looked at the corpse for a long time, but she couldn't see anything.

"Stop looking. At his level, the robes he wears are all top-grade magical artifacts. Apart from the wound left by his killer, which left a mark, do you think ordinary marks could leave anything on this magical artifact, even if something was done afterward?"

The players from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect spoke up to remind her, and what they said was true; Lu Xiaoyao had also realized this.

Mei Jiu's little head was turning back and forth, listening to everyone present say one thing and another, finding this one reasonable and that one seemingly confident.

She was also curious about what this person would say.

Noticing Mei Jiu's curious gaze, Lu Gui smiled back, then pointed to the deceased's hair and said, "His hair ornament is crooked."

A headdress?

The others also looked at the deceased's hair ornament, which was indeed crooked and loose.

Is there a problem?

The others still didn't quite understand what Lu Gui meant, so Lu Gui reached out and suddenly pulled the loose hair forward, saying, "To create this same loose look, his hair must be falling forward in this direction..."

Lu Gui demonstrated by pulling the crown forward, until even the corpse's head was pulled forward. When Madison saw this, he couldn't help but say, "How can a dead person raise their head and stretch forward? It's better to guess that he was fighting with the murderer before he died and someone pulled his hair."

Everyone: "..."

Dude, wake up. This is a cultivation game, how can there be two cultivators pulling each other's hair?!

“He can bow his head.” Charlie then discovered another piece of evidence. He pointed to a small bloodstain on the back of the corpse’s hand, where the cuff of the sleeve met the sleeve.

It was extremely small, just enough to break a layer of skin, like a tiny cut made by some very delicate weapon.

Charlie looked up and smiled at Lu Gui. The two of them said in unison, "His body was tied to the bottom of the bamboo raft beforehand, face down."

...

Over at the disciples' quarters of Bibo Yaoshan,

"Thank you, senior sister. I'm all better now. No, I don't need to take the medicine anymore."

Seeing that her master had left, Luo Yao was anxious to inform Mei Jiu and the others, but before she could even leave the house, she was stopped by the disciples that Yue Hua had arranged before leaving.

Luo Yao thought this senior sister looked somewhat familiar, but she didn't really know her and didn't know where her master had picked her up from to keep an eye on her.

The other party didn't care whether Luo Yao was being coquettish or throwing a tantrum. No matter how much she hated him, he had to finish his medicine and get some rest first.

"Luo Yao, be good. Drink your medicine first. If you still want to go out and play later, I'll go for a walk with you."

After much haggling, the other party finally backed down a little, but unfortunately, Luo Yao didn't care about that little step at all.

She needs to hurry and warn them!

The kind that doesn't need anyone following you!

Luo Yao wasn't having any of it and refused to drink the medicine no matter what. She shook her head like a rattle-drum, and while refusing, she said, "Senior Sister Qi Lan, I'm so afraid of bitter things~ Can you let me go out and play for a while before taking the medicine?"

"Good medicine tastes bitter~ Besides, how can the bitterness of taking medicine compare to the bitterness of being a ferryman on Bihu Lake down the mountain? Every day, I have to brave the wind and sun to row my boat and welcome and see off passengers."

Suddenly, Qi Lan's words reminded Lu Xiaoyao who the senior sister in front of her was—wasn't she the disciple who ferried people across the lake at the foot of the mountain?