The Murderer

There was a kind of water spirit that needed to find a substitute. Without a substitute, they would be stuck at the bottom of the water and would not be able to get ashore. The one before her should be like that.

When the water spirit saw her clothes and the aura that she was emitting, its heart constricted and it could not help but become nervous. "I did not! I know that it is not good to use someone as a substitute!

"I'm also very pitiful. I lost my footing and fell into the lake. It's been so many years, but I still have no way of escaping. It's also the heavens that pity me. In a place like this, there's actually someone who would kill someone. That's why I got lucky!" As he said that, the ghoul rubbed his hands together. He was both terrified and happy.

"You just came ashore. Do you have any plans?" When Xie Qiao saw him like this, her tone became much gentler.