Who says the dead cannot be resurrected?
As soon as Huang Xiaolong said these words, not only Zhuo Lengzhou, but everyone present was dumbfounded.
Death is like extinguishing a lamp, of course, coming back to life is impossible!
Moreover, Ma Chuxia hadn't just died, she had been dead for nearly an hour.
"Humph! Kid, stop spouting nonsense here. Aren't these words disrespectful to the deceased?" Zhuo Lengzhou sneered.
"I don't have time to argue with you." Huang Xiaolong walked over to the bed where Ma Chuxia's body lay.
Now Ma Chuxia's pale face showed patches of black, and her mouth was frothing slightly.
These were clear signs that she had died from poisoning.
Her heartbeat and pulse had long stopped.
"Master Huang Xiaolong...after your orders, we didn't touch the president's body." A weeping female Taoist said. "The president...she...she shouldn't have trusted the people of the Bian Family... Ah~~ The Bian Family, they are like wolves and tigers!"
