"Liuli, can you really deduce it? This is no joking matter."
Chen Feng spoke in a deep voice, his expression grave.
"Brother, I'll do my very best,"
Liuli said.
"Alright, then give it a try,"
Chen Feng's expression was serious.
"Fine, but to deduce, we'll need to open the coffin first. I need some of the deceased's hair to proceed," Liuli said.
"That's fine, as long as you can deduce it,"
Qin Yi said anxiously.
"Okay, then let's open the coffin,"
Chen Feng said.
Following that, Chen Feng asked all the masters conducting the ritual to temporarily step outside.
After that, Chen Feng personally opened Lian Jin's coffin.
Even with mental preparation, when Chen Feng saw Lian Jin's condition, his heart turned cold.
Lian Jin's skull was fractured, and no amount of makeup could hide it.
Thinking of Lian Jin's beauty and gentleness in life, Chen Feng felt a deep pain.
"This was a fatal blow,"
Liuli said as she bent down and took three strands of Lian Jin's hair.
