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An indescribable chill gripped everyone's heart.

"Seeing is believing."

Just then, An Changqing's clear and powerful voice broke the suffocating silence.

He walked up to Liu Feiyu, his gaze calm and exuding a convincing power.

"A thousand or ten thousand guesses here can't compare to seeing it with your own eyes once."

An Changqing's words dispelled the confusion in everyone's minds.

"The video can be fake, and the body can be fake too."

"But forgeries will eventually have flaws."

He paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on Liu Feiyu's unfocused eyes.

"Liu, you should at least know where the body is kept."

An Changqing's proposal resonated powerfully in the deathly silent room.

Liu Feiyu nodded: "Of course I know, I'll take you there."

He must find the answer to this absurd paradox himself, no matter how cruel the answer may be.

Long Ao glanced at Liu Feiyu, who had stood up, and then at Chen Guan, who remained silent in the corner. He said nothing and silently followed behind An Changqing.

Hongyuan shouldered her giant axe, feeling that tonight's events were more complicated than all the ferocious beasts she had ever slain combined.

On the west side of the Liu Family Manor stands a standalone white building, which is the Liu family's private icehouse, temporarily used to store corpses while awaiting an auspicious day for burial.

The building's exterior has no windows, only a heavy alloy door, and the cold light in front of the door illuminates everything.

As the group approached, several figures suddenly appeared from the side and blocked their path.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a cold and hard expression. He was wearing a special uniform made by Ryu Seung-kyun's personal guard, and the flame emblem on his chest gleamed metallically under the light.

"Third Young Master, I'm sorry."

The captain's voice, like his personality, was devoid of any warmth.

"The young master has ordered that no one is allowed to approach this place."

The movement of air stopped at that moment.

"Get out of here."

Liu Feiyu was not afraid at all and directly confronted the enemy head-on.

The captain of the guards remained expressionless, only bowing slightly: "Third Young Master, please don't make things difficult for us."

"I told you to get out of my way!"

Liu Feiyu completely tore off all pretense, and his eyes, which always carried a hint of mockery, were now filled with naked rage.

The aura of a fifth-tier mage was released without reservation. The surging power of water element gathered around him, and the water vapor in the air instantly condensed, turning into a visible, cold mist that enveloped him.

"I can't even look at my second brother's body."

His voice echoed through the icy fog, each word carrying a chilling coldness.

"Or is it that my good brother has something to hide and is afraid we'll find out something?"

The entire guard felt the immense pressure and went on high alert; an internal conflict was about to erupt.

"Just these few people."

A deep voice broke the silence.

Long Ao stepped forward and stood beside Liu Feiyu, slowly cracking his knuckles, which made a series of crisp popping sounds.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and looked at the tense-looking members of his personal guard.

"Do you want me to clear a path for you?"

"Five seconds should be enough."

His undisguised fighting spirit surged forth, and an invisible pressure fell upon the hearts of everyone on the other side.

The head of the guards broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

Even if they could win, who would dare to fight back? With such a meager salary, why risk their life?

If he commits a crime, his son will be unable to take the civil service exam, which will prevent him from making a living in his hometown.

That's enough.

A voice came from behind the guards.

Liu Chengjun walked out slowly, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost, his gaze like a knife, piercing straight at Liu Feiyu.

"Liu Feiyu, haven't you made enough of a scene?"

His voice carried an undeniable forcefulness.

"To disturb the peace of the deceased is a great disrespect, and this is the rule of the Liu family."

He tried to use family rules and his status as the eldest brother to suppress this escalating farce.

The chill emanating from Liu Feiyu surged even more violently, showing no sign of backing down.

"Young Master Liu."

An Changqing stepped between the two brothers at the opportune moment. He bowed slightly, his tone still gentle, but he went straight to the heart of the matter.

"We don't want to disturb the dead; we're seeking the truth."

He raised his head, meeting Liu Chengjun's icy gaze, and calmly said, "The real culprit is still at large, watching you brothers fight each other from the shadows."

"If he can frame you once, he can frame you a second time."

An Changqing's voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it struck precisely where Liu Chengjun cared most.

"Helping us is helping you completely clear your name."

Ryu Seung-jun's expression changed drastically.

Although he was arrogant and domineering, he was not stupid.

He knew, of course, that what An Changqing said was true.

That curse-like last word remained stuck in his heart, leaving him speechless.

If the real culprit cannot be found, he may have to carry this burden for the rest of his life.

After a long silence, Liu Chengjun's chest heaved violently, and he finally waved his hand coldly.

"Let them in."

He gave the order to the captain of his personal guard.

The guards, as if granted a pardon, immediately made way for them.

Liu Chengjun's gaze swept over An Changqing and Liu Feiyu.

"I'd like to see what tricks you can pull off from a corpse."

After saying that, he did not leave, but followed behind the crowd, intending to personally monitor everything.

After verifying Liu Chengjun's authorization, the heavy alloy door hummed softly and slowly slid open to both sides.

A chilling stench mixed with the smell of disinfectant hit me.

The icehouse was as bright as day, with extremely low temperatures, and the walls and floor were made of special metal, making it spotless.

In the very center of the freezer, a metal morgue table covered with a sterile white sheet was placed quietly.

Everyone stopped at the doorway.

Liu Feiyu stared at the morgue, his body trembling uncontrollably.

His breathing became rapid, and he walked over step by step with difficulty.

Every step was incredibly heavy.

An Changqing, Long Ao, and the others did not urge him on, but simply watched his retreating figure in silence.

Liu Feiyu finally reached the mortuary.

His hand hovered in mid-air, hesitant to bring it down.

He was afraid to lift the cloth and see that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

He was equally afraid that there was nothing under the cloth, or perhaps a completely unfamiliar face.

Finally, he used all his strength to grab a corner of the white cloth.

He trembled as he ripped off the white cloth.

A young face identical to Liu Xiao's appeared before everyone's eyes.

His eyes were closed, his face was pale and bloodless, and the wound on his chest was hideous and horrifying. The skin and flesh around the wound had turned bluish-purple due to the freezing, just like a real person.

Everything looked so real and impeccable.