Song Zixuan's pupils contracted. "Keep digging!" she ordered immediately.
"Yes, ma'am!"
A group of workers quickly resumed their excavation, crying out in surprise moments later.
"Inspector Song, there's another body here! That makes two in total!"
"What? Are they both cultivators?"
Song Zixuan was stunned. Every cultivator was a precious asset to China. Only a few emerged from every one hundred thousand ordinary people. The discovery of a cultivator's corpse, let alone two, was undoubtedly an extremely serious case.
Song Zixuan walked briskly over and looked at the two corpses on the ground, her brows tightly furrowed. "One is a cultivator, and the other is an ordinary person. A cultivator's bones are far tougher and more resistant to fire than an ordinary person's, but..."
