Gazing down at the body, Xiang Fengchen seemed to have thought of something. He squatted down and used two fingers to touch Yuan Ruoci's left ankle and then her right foot, followed by her right hand, until he reached her left wrist. A moment later, Xiang Fengchen raised an eyebrow. He lifted the corpse's left arm and gave it a light shake, and to everyone's astonishment, they discovered that the motion of the left hand was very unnatural.
"It's broken." Xiang Fengchen put down the corpse's left hand. "Go fetch a mirror."
No sooner had he spoken than Xiang Fengchen shook his head, perhaps knowing it was unlikely to find a mirror at this moment. Hence, he made do with a substitute. With a palm, he gently swept over the corpse's face and closed Yuan Ruoci's eyes for her. "Lift the body up, face down, and carry it to the barrel."