The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

With that, he slashed backward, and the sealed red coffin was struck by Tianwen, sparks flying in all directions. After a moment of silence, the coffin lid exploded with a bang, and dense smoke dissipated to reveal its contents.

Inside the coffin lay a naked man with a straight nose and handsome features. If it werenʼt for his skin as pale as paper, he would have appeared no different from someone sound asleep.

Mo Ran glanced at the manʼs waist and lower body before covering his eyes and exclaiming, ”Oh dear, no undergarment, what a scoundrel.”

Shi Mo: ”...”

Chu Wanning: ”...”

Madam Chen Yao gasped in shock. ”My husband!” She rushed forward, intent on approaching the coffin. Chu Wanning extended his hand to intercept her, raising an eyebrow as he asked, ”This is your husband?”

”Yes! Itʼs my husband!” Madam Chen Yao was both startled and grief-stricken. ”How can he be here? He was buried in the family graveyard, dressed in his funeral clothes. How could he...?”

Halfway through her words, the woman broke into sobs, pounding her chest and stomping her feet. ”How could this happen?! So tragic—so tragic! Husband... Husband!!!”

His junior sister sighed. ”Madam Chen, please restrain your sorrow.”

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran paid no attention to the weeping woman. Chu Wanning was not skilled in comforting others, while Mo Ran was devoid of compassion. The two of them fixated on the corpse within the coffin.

Despite having experienced this in his previous life and thus being unsurprised by the turn of events, Mo Ran still put on an act of astonishment as he stroked his chin. ”Shifu, somethingʼs off about this corpse.”

Chu Wanning replied, ”Iʼm aware.”

”...”

Mo Ran had a barrage of words ready, phrases that Chu Wanning had analyzed with them in his past life, which he had intended to use to impress Chu Wanning in this lifetime. Yet, Chu Wanning casually dismissed him with a mere ”I know.”

Shouldnʼt a master be skilled in guiding their disciple, encouraging them to share their thoughts and rewarding their insights with praise?

Unwilling to accept this, Mo Ran pretended not to hear the ”I donʼt know,” and spoke up, ”There are no signs of decay on this corpse. Itʼs been over half a month since Young Master Chen met with his accident. Considering the current climate, the body should have already begun to rot and produce pus, with a layer of fluids accumulating inside the coffin. Thatʼs point one.”

Chu Wanning gave him a cold glance, implying, ”You may continue.”

”Point two,” Mo Ran persisted, reciting Chu Wanningʼs previous explanations from his past life, ”Before opening the coffin, the crimson casket exuded a heavy malevolent aura. Yet, once it was opened, the aura dissipated. Moreover, the corpse itself carries an almost negligible amount of evil energy, which is also highly unusual.”

Chu Wanning: ”...”

”Thirdly, have you noticed that since the coffin was opened, thereʼs been a sweet fragrance in the breeze?”

The scent was subtle, and one would hardly detect it unless they paid close attention. Only after Mo Ran mentioned it did Shi Mo and Madam Chen Yao become aware of the faint, pleasant aroma in the air.

Shi Mo commented, ”Indeed.”

As Madam Chen Yao continued to inhale, her expression shifted. ”This scent...”

Shi Mo asked, ”Madam Chen, whatʼs wrong?”

With a trembling voice, Madam Chen Yao replied in fear, ”This fragrance... itʼs my mother-in-lawʼs exclusive Butterfly Fragrance Powder!”

For a moment, no one spoke, and the words ”Established by Elder Chen Sunshi” on the prophetic spirit tablet in the shrine seemed to come to life again.

Shi Mo said, ”Could it be... that this is really Madam Chenʼs doing?”

Mo Ran disagreed, ”It doesnʼt seem so.”

Chu Wanning chimed in, ”No, it isnʼt.”

Both men spoke almost simultaneously, and after they finished, they exchanged glances. Chu Wanningʼs face remained unperturbed as he said, ”Go on.”