The figure stood motionless, seemingly unaware of anyone approaching. Only as the group drew closer did they realize that the person was wearing the very same full formal attire Quan Fu had worn last night!

Even more chilling, a worn-out copper basin was placed in front of Quan Fu. His body was bent forward, his head submerged in the basin in a bowing posture. The basin was full of water.

Judging from the stiffness of the corpse, he had obviously been dead for some time.

As the light from the phone gradually extended, a dense array of memorial tablets came into view in front of Quan Fu. The tablets were of varying sizes, and rows of wooden shelves had been installed on the walls in the corners. The tablets were placed on these shelves.

Looking at these eerie memorial tablets, combined with Quan Fu's posture, a thought couldn't help but spring to Fatty's mind: Quan Fu seemed to have come before these many tablets to atone for some wrongdoing.

To drown oneself alive in a copper basin the size of a washbasin... such a method of suicide was truly chilling.

Jiang Cheng stepped forward and, after a brief observation, grabbed Quan Fu by the back of his collar and lifted his head from the basin. Unexpectedly, Quan Fu's expression before death was not one of fear, but rather peaceful, as if death was not a torment for him, but a release.

Looking at the tablets on the wall and then at Quan Fu's death, the unease in Fatty's heart grew stronger. "He was fine when we left last night. How could he have suddenly become suicidal in less than a night?"

"Of course, it wasn't suicide. Look at the water on the ground." Jiang Cheng squatted down, looking at the large puddle of water beneath the corpse. "There's too much water. This copper basin couldn't possibly hold that much. Last night, he carried a ghost out of the Hidden Ghost Path. That ghost took his life."

This was an obvious point. Everyone then focused their attention on the tablets in the corner. The number of these tablets far exceeded the number of corpses in the mortuary, numbering as many as a hundred.

What was even stranger was that these tablets were all blank, without any surnames. There were no incense or sacrificial offerings around them, making them look very shabby.

"This isn't a spirit hall set up for these corpses. These tablets have been here for some years, while these corpses have only recently died." Li Bai moved closer to the tablets, his voice involuntarily lowering. "These tablets are prepared for those people in the backyard, General Guo, and the Marquis of Zhennan's wife."

Because they were related to the old affairs of the previous dynasty, they didn't dare to inscribe their names, which made sense.

Tang Qisheng suddenly reached out to grab a tablet located on the edge. The next moment, he was stopped by Yao Shunyu. Yao Shunyu grabbed Tang Qisheng's wrist and questioned, "What are you doing?"

These tablets were obviously placed here abnormally. Moving them rashly might cause some great trouble. But Tang Qisheng shook off Yao Shunyu's hand. "Don't interfere if you don't understand. There are differences between these tablets. The ones on the left are made of ebony and are quite old. The ones on the right, in the more remote positions, are made of ordinary wood that has been artificially aged, and they're relatively new. They haven't been placed here for more than a year."

Soon, everyone realized that Tang Qisheng was right. Jiang Cheng took down a tablet in each hand. They looked very similar, but the feel and texture were clearly different. The tablet in his left hand was heavier and more textured, with a cold sensation, while the tablet in his right hand was lighter.

"What's this?"

With the help of the light, some writing was revealed on the back of the newer tablet. "Wu Yuhuan of Wujia Alley, west of the city." Fatty read the words aloud.

This sounded like a woman's name. Jiang Cheng took a few more tablets of different textures. Most of the tablets had writing on the back, and after comparing them, he had a preliminary judgment. "The tablets on the left are all made of ebony. These are the wronged souls from the backyard of the Marquis's mansion. And these new tablets seem to be servants or maids who have died in the Marquis's mansion recently. If we had come later, Quan Fu's tablet would also be here."

Staring at the tablets of varying sizes, Fatty suddenly understood and nodded. "No wonder these tablets are of different sizes. They're probably sorted according to the rank these people held in life, just like the tombstones we saw in the backyard."

Among these tablets, the largest and most imposing one was naturally that of General Guo. This tablet was also in the highest position. After taking down the tablet, the writing on the back confirmed their guess: Guo Shaotang, the mighty General who suppresses the army.

Then, Jiang Cheng took down another tablet next to General Guo's. According to their assumption, this tablet, second only to General Guo's, should be that of the wife mentioned by the Marquis of Zhennan.

But as the tablet was turned over, an unexpected scene occurred. The back of this tablet was actually blank, without any writing at all.

"Strange, these tablets all have the names of the deceased on them, even the maids and servants. Why is it that only the Marquis of Zhennan's wife doesn't have a name?" Zhu Jie asked with a frown.

Jiang Cheng put down the tablet, recalling the scene in the backyard of the haunted house. On those tombstones made of thunder-struck wood, only the words "Tomb of the Deceased Wife" were written on the tomb of the Marquis of Zhennan's wife. Her name was not mentioned either. Even Guo, the mighty general, whose name was considered taboo, had his name left behind. Why was he unwilling to leave her name on the tomb of his beloved deceased wife? This obviously didn't make sense.

"Could it be that this name is taboo?" Zhang Qizheng was old and experienced. In ancient times, some words clashed with the emperor, and using them would be considered taboo.

But Li Bai interrupted him with one sentence. "No, what name would be more taboo than General Guo's?"

Although they didn't come to a conclusion, everyone's curiosity about this Marquis's wife grew even stronger. This person had once studied under a great master and was able to seize the opportunity to wipe out General Guo and his disciples. Although she eventually died on the spot, being able to do these things was no ordinary feat.

Of course, that was assuming the Marquis of Zhennan wasn't lying.

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to put these tablets back, Tang Qisheng seemed to have discovered something and suddenly made a sound of surprise. Then, he took the tablets from Jiang Cheng's hands, one being the Marquis of Zhennan's wife's tablet and the other being the woman named Wu Yuhuan. After comparing them for a long time, Tang Qisheng took a long breath. "This Wu Yuhuan isn't a maid in the mansion. She's also a wife of the Marquis of Zhennan, but not the principal wife. She should be a concubine."

Fatty blinked, looking at the two tablets, but he couldn't see how they were any different from the other tablets. "How do you know? Can you even tell that she's a concubine?"

Tang Qisheng calmly held the two tablets and handed them to Fatty. "Feel them yourself. Is the lower right corner of the tablet missing a piece? Are both tablets missing a piece?"

Jiang Cheng acted faster than Fatty. He felt carefully with his hand and noticed the difference. A corner was recessed in the thickness of the tablet.