The man with fox eyes casually glanced at his hand, revealing his charred palm. There was even something wriggling in his palm, and the charred color was spreading. He smiled inexplicably, looked back at Fang Ruyue, and took out a book from his arms. The book was exactly the same as the one Zhang Fusheng had just taken, but it looked much newer and was wrapped in a thick layer of oil paper.

"What do you mean?" Jiu Yizhi was a little confused.

"Of these three, I originally thought that Ah Sheng was a bootlicker, but now I don't think that's the case. Maybe Fang Ruyue was caught cheating on her husband?" He frowned, as if pondering something. "If not, then what on earth happened between them? It's really hard to figure out!"

Bai Di was about to say something, but only uttered three words: "Impossible."

At this moment, night suddenly fell, and a group of men in black sneaked into the mansion like ghosts, brandishing swords and slashing at anyone they saw. The smell of blood filled the air. The entire mansion fell into chaos and panic, and in the end, a fire was set.

Even more astonishing was that as the fire gradually subsided, the bodies that were supposedly dead actually began to slowly wriggle in the sea of ​​​​fire. They had tied themselves to the silk hanging from the roof in a strange way, and then hung there quietly, motionless. The whole scene was filled with an atmosphere of horror and mystery.

However, the most astonishing thing was that despite the raging fire, nothing in the palace seemed to have been significantly affected. The bodies were still hanging intact on the silk, as if the fire had never happened. The ground was covered with dragging bloodstains, a shocking sight.

After the fire, everything in the mansion remained the same, without any damage, not even a single body disappeared.