They call it a straight-legged jump, but how could one possibly jump without bending their knees? Yang Yiyi had just squatted down, preparing to jump, when someone burst in. And that bearded family servant saw an extra person in the room, clad in a straw raincoat and bamboo hat, a figure who looked incredibly suspicious at a glance.
He froze on the spot. However, the reek of wine and the pungent stench of blood that filled the room were like needles pricking his nerves, instantly snapping the servant back to his senses. Liu Hao had died standing.
The gust of wind from the servant's entry caused Liu Hao's corpse to sway before falling backward to the ground, his eyes wide open, clearly unable to rest in peace. Liu Yan was in a more miserable state. His head was almost like a steamed bun gnawed by a dog, its original shape nearly unrecognizable.