Dai Wei looked over when he heard Di Jing's voice.
"H-how is this possible?!" The expression on his face was replaced by horror. "It was a shroud that I tossed away. How did it become a piece of skin now?"
"Let's check it out," Old Shen said and took the lead to get out of the car. Di Jing did not want to go at first, but she could not fight the curiosity in her, so she went too. Dao Wei caught up with them while clenching his teeth.
When they got to the piece of skin, they realized that it was a skin with blood in the bush before them. It was a yellowish-brown piece of skin like it had been torn from an animal's body. There was a thick fishy smell emanating from it.
With a serious expression, Old Shen turned his head to look at Dai Wei. "Xiaodai, are you sure you tossed the shroud here?"
"I'm sure!" Dai Wei looked incredibly terrible.
