"Jiang Zhi."
It was Zhou Xufang.
She was still draped in a sopping wet sack, from head to ankle, water dripping down from her forehead: "The kidnappers aren't after money."
She had guessed it, it wasn't money they wanted, but to sow discord.
Jiang Zhi pulled Zhou Xufang to her side, the gun muzzle shifted slightly.
"Bang!"
The shot, fired? Wang Lixian was dumbfounded while staring blankly, and as the holster on his waist tightened, Jiang Zhi had already returned the gun, then said, "My girlfriend is still in the water, not yet retrieved."
Congtou, trembling on the ground, looked up hesitantly: "Then she, she is..." Isn't this your girlfriend?
Jiang Zhi remained calm: "She is a ghost."
Congtou: "..."
Zhou Xufang glanced at Lu Xinglan's arm; the clothes were torn, but no blood was visible.
Oh, Jiang Zhi was turning the tables.
She said to Lu Xinglan: "Your grandma is also a ghost."
The implication was: just like her, the person has already been rescued.
