Qin Ye didn’t bother concealing his voice. Kwon Kyung-ho, who had been listening intently all this while, finally asked with a soft tremor in his voice, “So… our deaths were all caused by Choi Tae-min… or is it Ms Park, the top brass of society at that time?”

“Is she the culprit behind it?”

Without missing a beat, he chuckled miserably, “That’s right… I should’ve known. Who else could possibly have kept everything under wraps for an entire year here in Daehan? Is there really anyone else that held such power and influence to be able to stifle the rescue efforts of the military and police alike, and even instruct the media to misinform the public, telling everyone that rescue efforts are already underway? Hah… I was born and bred in Daehan, and yet, who would’ve thought that I’d end up being used as nothing more than a sacrificial tool by the people in power here?!!”

Kwon Kyung-ho was practically hissing towards the end. At once, the surroundings were suddenly filled with the muted sound of gurgling bubbles and a sunken atmosphere.

Lee Jung-sook sighed, “You’ve been with me for so long. Other things aside, just the fact that you’d saved me back then during the Hungry Ghost Festival would alone already have justified my exacting revenge on your behalf. Unfortunately, it’s not within my means.”

Kwon Kyung-ho paused...