Looking at the slightly raised "human-shaped grave", Qin Sisi felt a strange pang in her heart, and was a bit scared to check the life that had passed away.
"Where's Zhou Hai?" Ning Hao asked the doctor, turning his head. Shouldn't the bereaved be here?
Ning Hao held his breath, walked to the operating table, and carefully removed the white cloth. The upper body of the body was revealed.
Although she was pale as paper, she was still lovely enough to recognize, with an immaculate white wedding dress adorning her body, looking like a beautiful angel fallen into sleep.
Only the glaring fresh bloodstains near her chest told a horrifying truth.
Qin Sisi quietly watched the lovely girl. She had seen numerous haunting ghosts and experienced various human avarice, hatred, and anger, yet never had anyone brought her such intense sorrow.
