Seeing the two women worried, Jiang Shouzhong smiled and said, "With my current strength, who dares to provoke me?"
His gaze swept over the corpses scattered on the ground, and only then did the two women leave.
Jiang Shouzhong scooped some stream water to wash the blood off his hands, then sat on a stone beside Su Junwen's corpse, looking at his soul with a complex expression: "How should I comfort your wife?"
Su Junwen said nothing, just stared at him with a confused and strange look.
Understanding what the other was thinking, Jiang Shouzhong said:
"I can see the souls of some dead people, though not often, and most can't communicate with me. So far, I haven't figured out why."
Su Junwen sighed slightly, "It would be nice if Shuangshuang could see it."
"She might be scared to death."
Jiang Shouzhong shrugged.
Realizing his joke was inappropriate, Jiang Shouzhong spoke seriously: "Who exactly killed you?"
"Black Water."
Su Junwen uttered the two words.
