Chapter Eighty [Even Demons Have Feelings] (9400 words)
A withered claw reached over and took the pack of cigarettes from Chen Yan's hand.
Seeing Mrs. He light a cigarette, Chen Yan pulled out another pack from his pocket and lit one for himself—though he didn't actually smoke. It wasn't that he couldn't, but that he didn't like it.
However, given the situation, he felt compelled to have one.
He took a puff and slowly exhaled before speaking, "On my first day up the mountain, I checked your Yin residence at the He Family ancestral grave. When I opened the coffin, I knew you probably weren't dead."
"Why?"
"There was no corpse odor in the coffin." Chen Yan spread his hands: "I calculated the dates—from your 'funeral' to the seven-day mourning period, then another ten days later when a heavy rain caused a landslide... Then there were the rituals and the exhumation… all together, it must have been about a month.
