Chu Yang looked at the panicked crowd and smiled, "This is not a case of a staged death, but rather that Ninth Master's mother never died at all."
Su Mei's expression was confused, her mind filled with question marks.
Hearing Chu Yang's words, the others also looked at him with bewilderment.
Chu Yang continued, "That's because Ninth Master's mother drank a certain decoction that induced a state of false death."
"Just now, I pressed her under the nose, chest, and abdomen with my thumb in order to force the decoction out of her body."
As Chu Yang spoke, Ninth Master's mother, who was sitting in the coffin, lifted both hands shakily, grasped the edge of the coffin, and stepped out with one leg, landing it on the ground. Afterward, her other leg also stepped out.
"Eh? Why am I here?"
"And why has my clothing changed?"
Ninth Master's mother looked down at her clothing, which was a set of brand-new funeral attire, and she finally realized that she had just emerged from a coffin.