Han Wancheng furrowed his brows: "These symptoms are obviously poisoning. The most important thing is what kind of poison it is and when it occurred!"
Ling Feng gave a bitter smile: "I've checked, but I can't find out!"
"..."
Han Wancheng was speechless. He looked at the monk's corpse, then turned to An Shengli: "How long has he been here, and what was his condition when he arrived? Did anyone see?"
An Shengli turned to his son: "Did you see?"
"I saw him; I was the one who brought him in. At the time, the master's face didn't look good. His forehead was full of sweat, looking quite nervous, but he didn't say anything!" An Wanxing replied.
Ling Feng, hearing this, found nothing valuable, so he asked: "Where's the driver? Call him over!"
"I'll go right away!"
An Wanxing nodded and quickly went out the door.
He returned moments later, looking a bit confused: "The, the driver is missing!"
"Hmm?"
