Seeing the hand below, Li Zhiyuan's eyes showed confusion, "Why does this hand look so fresh?"
According to Brother Leopard, it was him who helped Jiang Dongping bury the corpse here, and it's been a while since then, even years.
This is the bottom of a pond, inherently damp, the skeleton should have decomposed very quickly, so how could there still be clear flesh and skin visible?
Either this body is not the murdered Old Zhou, or there is something wrong with the current Old Zhou.
"Marquis Runsheng, why are you just standing there dumbfounded? Get your gear ready."
Li Zhiyuan came back to his senses and looked at Run Sheng: "Brother Runsheng, take good care of your equipment."
Just to be safe, better to use his own.
"Alright!"
Run Sheng responded promptly, lifted the plastic tarp from the tricycle, and brought over a new set of tools.
