Everyone was intimidated by the corpse woman that appeared from the ancient well. Although she had been dead for many years, her body was without flaws, and she was even able to recite poems, which caused others to be astonished.

She wore a buddhist robe that was very different from the monk corpses. Her flesh was still normal, and her features were extremely fine. One could only imagine that, before death, she was a supreme beauty capable of toppling the whole world.

With a woman as beautiful as an immortal god at a buddhist temple, who could be cruel enough to kill her here? Did they also throw her corpse down this ancient yellow muddy well?

She stood on top of the ancient well, silent, and stared at the buddhist pagoda that was at the far distance where there was an immortal flame from the buddhist candle.

“Third Uncle, do you think this woman is a human or a ghost?”

Feng Zhizi had live for more than fifty years but had never seen such a strange thing,...