The woman's corpse was still relatively fresh, it seemed she had died not long ago, Chen Ke stepped forward wanting to take a closer look, but after taking just a few steps, he felt something under his foot.
He looked down to see a half-extinguished red candle.
This wasn't one of those long, thin candles, but rather a short, thick one, and he couldn't recall the specific category name for this type of candle. Next to the candle on the ground, a white chalk line was drawn, but because of the rain, the line had faded.
Following the chalk line, Chen Ke then noticed that the woman's corpse was lying in the middle of a circular array made up of several candles, casting a rather mystical atmosphere.
