Ning Yue held the knife and sliced down from the throat. Her cut was clean, like a butcher cutting pork.
Jiang Huan felt that she was bold. His hands had been stained with blood before, but when he saw Ning Yue cutting up the corpse, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.
Jiang Ying was still calm. He knew that Ning Yue was very powerful, but he did not know that Ning Yue could even do dissection.
Ning Yue cut open the corpse's chest and glanced at the organs. The organs did not look like they had been poisoned.
"Looks like this group didn't die of poison."
"But these people's lips are purple. They're signs of poisoning," Jiang Huan said with a frown.
Their lips were black and purple. He couldn't think of anything but poison.
Ning Yue nodded. "I'll start checking the head now."