Zhao Ling leaned in close to the village head, her eyes fixed on his quivering form. She posed one last question, her voice a low and dangerous whisper that sent shivers down his spine, "Do you happen to know what substance was used to preserve your wife's body?"
The village head could feel his heart hammering against his chest, his palms slick with sweat as he stammered out a response, "I... I don't know. I have never seen it."
Without hesitation, Zhao Ling issued her deadly order, her eyes never leaving the lifeless body on the bed behind her, "Shen Wu, take care of him." Her voice was cold and detached, devoid of any hint of emotion.
The village head's eyes widened in terror as he pleaded for mercy, "No… Please don't…"