Imperial Treasure-Chapter 1001 - 599: Iron-Faced Chief Constable

"Water ghost, water ghost!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"There’s a ghost!!"

The eerie situation was obviously terrifying, and only a few managed to stay calm. Fu Zhuo watched coldly, his eyebrows tightening as he said coldly, "Look closely before you speak! What’s underwater!"

"Huh?" A government officer nervously glanced down and suddenly became bewildered, "Lord, it’s fish!!"

"A lot of fish are pushing our boat!~"

Even though they figured out it was fish, everyone was still deeply afraid. Why were so many fish pushing these four boats!!

As many people were suspicious and fearful.

"It’s moving inside!"

"It’s drifting away!"

It seemed like a swarm of fish carrying something drifted through the lotus cluster.

Fu Zhuo’s eyebrows twitched as he took a leap along the lakeshore. Meanwhile, a person on the pleasure boat also leapt up, using some small boats on the shore for leverage, and directly landed on the shore, chasing after Fu Zhuo’s figure.

The two rushed forward, leaving the government officers and some curious villagers behind.

After running for a while, Fu Zhuo stopped, because the floating object in the water was drifting towards the shore.

Her expression was somewhat astonished and contemplative.

It was a person.

It really was a dead body.

However, noticing someone catching up from behind, he turned his head to look, seeing a not tall nor thin rather refined gentleman,

"Lord Fu, I am Song Dao..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when Fu Zhuo had already turned to look at the drifting person.

Expression astonished.

Fish carrying a person, and this person was...

"A woman?"

This woman was lying sideward in the water, being lifted by many fish, but half her face was submerged in the water, her long hair spreading like black algae, covering partially, unclear but Fu Zhuo and his companion could see the woman’s slender, graceful figure, with an exposed chin and delicate curve, smooth skin, clearly beautiful.

This scene also caught the eyes of the people arriving from behind, who couldn’t help exclaiming together,

"A woman?"

"It’s a female corpse!"

As everyone became frightened, they naturally felt surprised; this was quite a beautiful female corpse, or perhaps...

"Female ghost!"

If so many fish are carrying her, isn’t she a female ghost?

"Not necessarily, maybe she died unjustly, or she drowned herself, and the fish, moved by her deep affection, wouldn’t eat her and lifted her above water..."

One by one, wild speculations arose, leaving Song Dao and others drunkenly bemused.

"Wait, she has a sword!" A government officer suddenly said.

Fu Zhuo was already moving forward, his eyes studying the silver-edge gleaming black blade long sword, then he looked at the delicate, slender right hand holding the sword, which had no calluses, a very slender waist, seeming to belong to someone accustomed to high living, such a figure carrying a sword, could she be an enthusiast in Sword Dao from a noble or wealthy family?

But the outfit was equally strange, as if from Martial Arts World, lightweight prioritized, tight-fitting pants, yet not quite, the material exceedingly refined.

Who exactly was she?

Consequently, he ignored the wet feet, stepping into shallow sand and bending down to check for breath.

Did this Constable Fu think the person wasn’t dead?

Song Dao squinted, suddenly noticing despite the body’s extremely pale skin, there were no signs of decay, nor was there any blue swelling appearance, hence only two possibilities remained, either she just died recently or she wasn’t dead at all!

This Fu Zhuo obviously spotted this too, thus...

Just as Fu Zhuo’s hand touched the ’corpse’s’ breath.

Snap!

This hand lightly grasped his hand.

What the heck!

A corpse waking up!

Even many public officials instinctively took a step back.

Song Dao did the same.

This person wasn’t actually dead.

At this moment, Fu Zhuo looked at the slender hand holding his, then looked at the person in the water.

The person lying sideways in the water opened her eyes.

Their gaze was cold, faint, like the moon soaked in water.

The crowd felt surprisingly a fear gripping them under her gaze.

The person in the water released Fu Zhuo’s hand, got up, stepped, and came ashore, holding a sword, leaning against a willow tree, back towards them.

The crowd looked at her tall slender stature and the shadow beneath her feet, gosh, she’s not a ghost, alive?

But how could a living person...

Just as everyone thought she was human, she made a slight gesture at the fish.

The fish scattered.

Oh my, she’s not a ghost, she’s a fish spirit!

The villagers either ran backward in fright or shouted to burn this fish spirit loudly.