Slowly, she dragged the woven bag out of the water bit by bit until it reached her shoulder. Ye Jian used her dagger to cut the tightly woven rope and took out rocks one after another. When there were no more rocks in the bag, she used her hands to carry the woven bag and walked to the shore with a solemn and cold expression.
Ye Jian placed the woven bag down carefully. She stood up straight and saluted the woven bag. "Please wait for two more days. I, Ye Jian, swear to you as a soldier that I will bring you away and send you to your family."
Standing upright and saluting, Ye Jian, alone in the dark, swore to the dead policeman.
It wasn't over yet. She still needed to pass through a place.
Fu Hui provided a total of eight locations, which meant that the dead policemen were buried in eight places under the instructions of Chen Jiafu's believers.
Tonight, Ye Jian needed to find four places. Tomorrow night, she will find the other four.
