This note may seem like a warning, but it could actually be a trap.

The other party wanted to lure him to Guanshigou so they could take advantage of the situation.

"Then I'll go there now."

As Shen Zhiyu spoke, he walked to the bedside, grabbed his coat, and put it on.

Su Qingzhi immediately said.

"I'll go with you."

"good."

Shen Zhiyu glanced at her but did not object.

The two quickly dressed, zipped up their clothes, and then pushed open the door and went out.

It was still early, so they didn't ride their bikes, afraid of making noise and disturbing someone. They walked quickly towards Guanshigou.

When they arrived at Guanshigou, the villagers were still in bed.

When Su Qingzhi reached the row of cave dwellings where the sent-down families lived, she paused slightly, her brows furrowing involuntarily.

These cave dwellings are built against the mountainside, arranged in neat rows, and are usually kept tightly closed.

But today, Zhu Xiuqin's door was wide open.

A strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted my nostrils, almost making me nauseous.

Su Qingzhi's pupils contracted, and her heart suddenly raced.

She instinctively held her breath, quickly raised her hand to pinch her mouth and nose, and lowered her voice, her tone tense.

Something's not right.

Shen Zhiyu immediately stopped, his eyes narrowed, and he quickly drew the dagger he always carried from his waist.

He didn't say much, but simply reached out and pulled Su Qingzhi behind him.

Without hesitation, Su Qingzhi reached to her waist with her right hand and took out a heavy axe from her personal space.

She gripped the axe handle tightly, her eyes fixed on the open door, and followed Shen Zhiyu slowly toward the entrance.

Just as I reached the door, a dark figure suddenly rushed out of the house.

The man was short and thin, dressed in all black with his hood pulled up tightly, revealing only a pair of small eyes.