"Is she dead?"
Wang Qiang, who was already terrified and collapsed to the ground, looked at Sun Yan speaking to the air, and couldn't help but ask.
The giant figure lying on the riverbank soil was now slowly dissolving, until it turned into a motionless skeleton, chilling anyone who saw it in the middle of the night.
This thing had nearly dragged Wang Qiang into the water just now. If Sun Yan hadn't saved him in time, he would have been in real trouble tonight.
"As dead as dead can be." Sun Yan reached out and pulled Wang Qiang up from the ground, looking at the skeleton with a few more layers of sympathy in his eyes.
This Lady Monica's corpse had been buried at the river bottom for years, her flesh long decayed, leaving only skin and bones, driven by the angry spirit filled with resentment upon her death.
However, the murderer had long since escaped somewhere unknown, and, with so many years passed by, discovering the truth from back then had become almost impossible.