Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

Everyone looked in the direction of the loud noise, which came from the west wing.

They thought that the corpse buried in the ground had come back to life because they had quarreled too fiercely, but when the smoke and dust cleared, everyone saw that it was Chen Rongrong who had smashed the ground with her big hammer.

A disciple from Qionghua Peak, who hadn't even finished swallowing his meal, exclaimed in shock, "Sister Rong!"

Chen Rongrong raised the hammer again, and in the shocked expressions of everyone, she swung it down again.

Chen Bing cried out and almost fainted. Madam Chen screamed, "Master! They are going to..."

Before she could say what she was going to do, Chen Rongrong shouted in surprise from inside the house, interrupting Madam Chen. She shouted, "Ruchen! Come and see this!"

The disciples ignored the dizzy Chen Bing and ran straight past him to the west wing. Some of them even didn't even have time to put down their bowls before going straight in their hands.

But as soon as everyone entered the house, the foul smell that hit their noses made them step back and retch by the door. Yan Ruchen and his companions looked carefully into the big pit and found a headless skeleton in it.

Upon closer inspection, the so-called white bones were not completely reduced to dry bones. There were still strands of flesh and skin hanging on them, which had not been completely devoured by the earth and rats and ants. They were scattered and desolately attached to the skeletons.

Looking more closely, there were even some maggots wriggling underneath the corpse.

The drowsy child in Mrs. Chen's arms suddenly burst into tears. Upon hearing the sound, several wet nurses immediately gathered around to comfort the child.

Several female cultivators from Ziwei Society hid far away from the door, while Guan Shanyu and several disciples from Xuanshuangju leaned against the door and vomited without any grace.

Yan Ruchen took the skull and stepped forward, attaching it to the empty neck of the corpse. He stared at it intently for a moment, then raised his head and asked everyone, "Who has practiced anatomy?"

Hu Qi replied: "As for pharmacology, I'm afraid only the disciples of Lingcaoxuan have studied it specifically."

There were two disciples at Lingcaoxuan. One was vomiting profusely at the door, while the other stood trembling nearby and asked cautiously, "Do we still need to dissect it? I've only learned the basics. The best I can do is tell if it's the same body."

Yan Ruchen smiled and said, "Yes, I just want you to help me see if this head belongs to this body."

The disciple was stunned. He had unexpectedly hit the jackpot. Amidst the expectant and anxious gazes of the crowd, he pinched his nose and slowly approached. He took the head from Yan Ruchen's hand, and trembling all over, he placed it on the corpse to compare it. After several attempts of identification, he exclaimed in surprise, "It's the same one!"

Everyone was filled with a mixture of shock and surprise. Chen Rongrong, clutching the hammer, rushed out the door in a hurry. She called out to Chen Bing, who was holding his forehead with his hand and looking pained, not far away. "Mr. Chen, come and see for yourself what's going on!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Bing's face suddenly changed. He hurriedly nodded in agreement, and with the help of a group of servants, he staggered into the side room.

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, an indescribable stench hit him in the face, almost suffocating him. He almost vomited on the spot like Guan Shanyu, who was already feeling unwell outside the door.

He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the nauseating smell. He pointed at the pile of bones with a trembling hand, his voice filled with undisguised horror: "This... How could there be such a horrifying thing in this west wing!"

A disciple said, "I'm afraid we should ask you, Mr. Chen, there's a corpse buried in your house, how could you, as the head of the family, not know about it?"

Chen Bing confirmed: "I really don't know. I'm not lying to you. This is the first time I know there is such a thing buried here!"

Hu Qi sneered and retorted, "If you say you don't know, then why did you insist on stopping us when we said we wanted to go to the west wing to dig and see what was going on? Aren't you just a thief with a guilty conscience?"

This reminder made the disciples recall the past and speculate: "Yes, could it be that your family killed this woman and buried her here, so the woman's resentment can't leave and is wandering around your house to cause trouble?"

"Then aren't you just crying thief? We worked so hard to get rid of the evil spirit, and now you're the villain?"

"That's right, you don't know how vicious that female ghost is. Look how she beat us up."

"Buried in the ground by you, this resentment is so deep."

"You must have killed someone and wanted to use some folk remedy to calm her soul, so you buried her here."

"I've also heard of the method of calming the soul. It's said that burying the bones of young boys and girls underground and drawing talismans on them will bless your family with good fortune."

"But this corpse doesn't look like a virgin at all."

The disciples were talking one after another, and the more they talked, the more outrageous it became. Chen Bing was sweating profusely, stamping his feet anxiously on the ground, and trying to explain himself: "Fellow monks, I really didn't know! My family has been honest businessmen for generations, how could we engage in such evil ways? To put it bluntly, this kind of thing has a strong backlash. If we are not careful, we will lose all the good karma accumulated by our family for several lifetimes. My family is already very rich, why would we do such a thing! I blocked the way because this is where my father died. According to our customs, digging up the soil at will is a great disrespect to the deceased!"

Hu Qi questioned, "You really don't know this woman?"

Chen Bing glanced at the corpse at the bottom of the pit. He could still see some fragments of clothing that hadn't been completely corroded. He carefully examined them for a while and said hesitantly, "It seems...it seems..."

Chen Rongrong said, "What do you mean? Do you know him? You just said you didn't know. I don't think you're telling the truth at all."

Chen Bing was extremely anxious. The clothes looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before. He also had no idea who the deceased was. He didn't know how to refute for a moment.

A cry came from the nurse outside the house: "Master! The young master is crying even louder!" Chen Bing replied sternly: "Why don't you find a doctor right away? What's the point of calling me? I can't treat illnesses!"

The scene fell into chaos again. Although the disciples stopped arguing loudly, they whispered to each other in private. Seeing that Chen Bing really couldn't explain the matter, they had already labeled him a murderer in their hearts and planned to hand him over to the authorities for punishment later.

Yan Ruchen stood aside, watching the crowd's discussion for a long time with a sullen expression. Finally, he spoke up, "If Mr. Chen has no idea about this, why not ask your housekeeper?"

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned, and then they all focused their attention on the butler behind Chen Bing who had been silent the entire time.

The butler was bewildered by the sudden gaze and responded in a panic, "What am I...looking at me for?"

Yan Ruchen explained, "Don't be afraid, housekeeper. I just want to ask you something. I've noticed that you looked a little strange, especially after seeing the intact remains. I guess you are someone who knows something about this, right?"

Chen Bing's face instantly turned ashen. He turned around abruptly and asked, "Old Li! Do you know? It couldn't be you who did it!"

The housekeeper was at a loss for words and kept denying: "Of course it wasn't me, it was this person, Master, you also know him..."

Chen Bing glared and said, "Nonsense! How do I know him?"

The steward took another look at the corpse, sighed, and said to the crowd, "Fellow monks, if I may have a word with you, it is truly unbearable to discuss that matter in front of a corpse."

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized that the pungent smell in the house was still unbearable. Staying for a long time might not be the best idea. Since someone who knows the truth is here, why not find out the truth first and then make a decision.

So, everyone nodded in agreement and decided to return to the lobby first, and then listen carefully to the whole story after sitting down.

As the group walked out of the room, Chen Rongrong passed by Guan Shanyu and said unhappily, "How can you have so much in your stomach? You haven't vomited it all yet."

Guan Shanyu: “…” It’s really disgusting.

In the hall, the disciples formed a circle around Chen Bing and the butler without waiting for them to sit down, all staring at the butler with sharp eyes.

The butler wiped the sweat off his face, unable to bear the scrutiny of the crowd. He turned to Chen Bing, who also stared at him intently and asked, "Old Li, who is this person, and why is he buried in my west wing?"

The housekeeper answered honestly, "Master, that person is Xiuzhi."

Chen Bing's face immediately changed, and he said in shock: "Xiuzhi?!"

Chen Rongrong keenly noticed the unusual change in Chen Bing's expression, slammed the table and stood up, saying, "You know the inside story, right? Did you kill this man?"

Yan Ruchen pressed her hand and soothed her, "Rongrong, don't be anxious. Listen to what the others have to say first."

Chen Rongrong fell silent in embarrassment, quickly straightened her posture, and sat down again. Chen Bing asked the housekeeper in disbelief, "When did she die?"

The housekeeper said, "I don't know."

Chen Bing asked again: "Then how can you be sure it's her?"

The housekeeper said, "The pattern on that dress is Suzhou embroidery. Xiuzhi's hometown is there, and she's the only one in the mansion who wears it. She was once beaten by the old lady for flaunting it in the mansion. Master, do you remember? Also, when Xiuzhi was young, she was working as a handyman in the mansion and broke her left leg. The same wound was found in the same spot on the corpse."

Chen Bing suddenly realized what was going on, but he didn't say anything more. He turned aside with a sullen face. Hu Qi reminded him, "You still haven't explained the cause and effect clearly."

The housekeeper looked slightly startled and said, "It is not convenient for me to describe this matter. It is better for the master to tell it."

When the disciples heard this, they started to criticize again, saying that it was already such a late hour and they were still hesitant. Some even decided to report them to the police and have them arrested immediately. The scene became chaotic again.

Yan Ruchen spoke up in time, saying, "Master, your son is still running a high fever. If we don't know the whole story, we won't be able to help you exorcise the ghost. Your son's life is in danger. You can't wait any longer."

Chen Rongrong echoed from the side, "Exactly. Do you think that other sects can handle the evil spirits that even Tianxuan Dao Sect has trouble dealing with?"

The other disciples echoed this sentiment. Amidst the outrage, Chen Bing sighed deeply and said, "This is a shameful incident for my family."