"I frickin' managed to salvage another batch of huge rocks before you guys arrived," Jing Shu said, a headache forming. Unfortunately, one of the massive rocks had shot into the glass of a vehicle. At the time, she couldn't get close to the raging fire; otherwise, she would have surely gathered that rock into her space as well.
Now, the car was just a burning frame, but the huge rock inside glowed a conspicuous, fiery red. Of course, there were also skeletons charred to ash—a truly gruesome sight.
How was she going to explain this? She hadn't had time to completely clean up the scene before so many people arrived.
Jing Shu said seriously, "You might not believe me, but back then I'd moved a lot of rocks to block this corner. Who knows? They probably had too many people in their vehicle, lost control while turning, skidded to the other side, and flipped over. Then they just happened to crash onto the rocks. The rocks smashed the glass, and that's how they ended up inside the car."
