Leng Chenmo staggered a step backward. A piercing chill emerged from his back. He lit his phone flashlight and stared at the pile of bones. His pupils flared crimson. Not possible!
Leng Chenmo rejected the idea that was racing through his mind. The pile of bones could not be Tang Zhou's!
Leng Chenmo did not know how much self-control he needed not to roar out loud. His mind became shockingly composed in an but an instant. He firmly cast aside the thought that the bones belonged to Tang Zhou, after which he dialed the police and Ye Junqing.
Ye Xingguang was in a deep sleep when she was awakened by the phone's persistent ringing.
She nudged the man beside her, "Your phone."
Ye Junqing was also asleep, and he did not feel like answering.
