Not the daughter of Father Song

Song Yan sneered as she tipped her head to the side where the corpse of the old master was and said, " You can report me but where is the prove that I killed someone?"

" What are you talking about, there is a corpse lying right there——" Song Lan turned her head and pointed to the other side of the warehouse where the old master's body was lying but when she pointed at that space, she was stunned to find that the body of the old master was nowhere to be seen, in place of it was a gooey, tar-like thing that looked neither human nor monster as it bubbled and frothed. 

Her pupils shook as she looked at the molten gooey liquid that was on the floor and then blinked her eyes before raising her head to rub them there was no way right? There was no way a walking, talking man would be reduced to something like that!