Jiangli remembered that Zhang Meijuan had said her husband died in a car accident three days ago.
Three days.
Not yet time to fetch the soul.
After seven days of death, a person leaves the yang world and moves on to where they're meant to go.
Normally, in the first three days, they linger around the place of death, beside their body, or where their attachments were the strongest.
Here, this must be where Qiang Hongtao met his death.
It was normal for him to appear here.
"Abbot, do you think we can find any clues here?" Zhang Meijuan didn't know what Jiangli had seen, looking around, she seemed somewhat anxious.
She had been to this place many times over these past few days, searching for a long time, but had never found any clues or witnesses.
And she thought it made sense.
If there were any clues or witnesses to be found, the police would have found them long ago, how could it be her turn?
But she just couldn't let go.