It was water again.
She was surrounded by water, with her black hair snaking around her in the water. The vibrant cherry-red seemed enchantingly seductive underwater, void of any screams. The woman immersed in the water appeared entirely lifeless, her face wrapped in layers of plain cloth, resembling a plaster statue without features.
Ran Yan swam up to her, reaching out to unwrap the cloth from her face, layer by layer, all the while unconsciously observing the other circumstances of the body.
The woman's pale, delicate wrists were also tightly wrapped in the cloth, and her feet were bound with hemp rope, which was tied at the end to a large cage that seemed to be filled with stones.
"Ran Yan!" Suddenly, someone patted her from behind, and even the brave Ran Yan was startled.
