Song qingxiao didn't look at the corpse. Instead, she seemed to have sensed something. She looked down at the river and saw the black mist surging on the surface of the river. Then, the familiar face of the dead Mrs. Shen slowly emerged.
"You can't escape!"
She maintained the posture of hugging her legs when everyone last saw her, her hand still holding onto her handkerchief, her eyes full of unwillingness.
"You can't escape."
As soon as Mrs. Shen's vengeful spirit finished speaking, song qingxiao ignored her and gave her a kick. Mrs. Shen's headless body was gently kicked out of the boat and fell into the river with a splash.
The headless corpse, which was already frightened, broke through the black gas in the river and quickly stirred up Mrs. Shen's vengeful spirit's shadow into pieces. Soon, her remnant soul was swallowed by the black gas at the bottom of the river.
As her body fell, she disappeared without a trace.
