Suo Lun and Gao Yin dashed rapidly into the sky prison.
After passing through numerous checkpoints, they finally arrived at the cell where Marquis FuE was imprisoned.
They saw him sitting cross-legged on the ground, having died with blood flowing from his seven orifices.
His facial expression was extremely serene, as if he had passed away in his sleep.
Whether it was murder or suicide, one would normally expect a distinct fear before death, hence the expression would be somewhat eerie.
However, there was truly no expression on Marquis FuE's face at the time, utterly tranquil.
This could only indicate one thing: he died suddenly of a violent death, with no pain, no sensation, no premonition.
Zhuang Zhixuan stepped forward, dipped a silver needle into the fresh blood below FuE's nostrils, and sniffed it near her nose.
"Master, there is no poison in the blood," Zhuang Zhixuan said.
Suo Lun asked, "Was it suicide, or was it murder?"
