Deep down, she thought to herself that a person's personality could never change suddenly without any reason.
Even if this person is the world's best disguiser, it is impossible for them to wear a fake mask for decades and deceive everyone around them.
Something must have happened that was enough to overturn his understanding and values, but what exactly happened in those few short months?
The truth behind this change remains unknown to anyone; it is like a thick, impenetrable fog that hangs tightly over her heart, refusing to dissipate.
This made her even more eager to find out the truth and uncover the secrets behind these layers of mystery.
Just as Qin Qianluo was immersed in deep thought, her brain working at high speed, trying to find key clues from the slightest traces of this series of events.
The light screen, which had been emitting a soft glow and carrying important information, suddenly went black without warning.
The previously clear image vanished without a trace, leaving only a deathly blackness.
It was as if those images had never appeared, nor had the various changes in this county magistrate been recorded.
Feng Qingyun stared at the suddenly blacked-out screen, her once bright eyes widening instantly, filled with surprise and shock.
In her long-held belief, with her unique abilities, anything she wanted to explore within the Tianxuan Realm would be presented clearly and without reservation.
Whether it's the secrets hidden in grand mansions, the everyday gossip in the city streets, or the power struggles in the imperial court, nothing escapes her "eyes".
But this sudden blackout was unprecedented, completely shattering her usual understanding and leaving her standing there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.
Qin Qianluo was also puzzled by this sudden change, and she couldn't help but ask, "Yunbao, is there something wrong with you?"
How could the video just suddenly disappear like that?
Her voice carried a hint of anxiety as she tried to get a reasonable answer from Feng Qingyun to unravel the mystery of the inexplicably black screen.
Feng Qingyun's expression was solemn, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, slowly sliding down her fair cheeks.
She closed her eyes tightly, releasing all her senses without reservation.
That perception, like a surging tide, transformed into invisible ripples that spread outwards.
These fluctuations, like fine spider silk, seeped into every corner of her body.
From the precise operation of core data to every minute node of the sensing system, from the orderly flow of energy to the interactive feedback of information.
She scrutinized everything repeatedly, leaving no detail overlooked, as if conducting a deep scan concerning life and death.
Her breathing became rapid and heavy, each inhale as if gathering strength, and each exhale carrying a hint of tension and anticipation.
Her eyes were full of focus and determination, as if she were engaged in a silent but fierce battle with an elusive enemy lurking in the shadows.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and the whole world seemed to consist only of her and this self-examination.
However, when she opened her eyes with great anticipation, she found that everything was normal and there was no sign of any malfunction.
But the light screen that should have displayed all the world's phenomena remained as silent as a dead night sky, pitch black and so quiet that it made people feel uneasy.
There was no light, no sound, and no sign of recovery. It was as if it had been sealed by a mysterious and powerful force, completely isolated from the outside world.
Time seemed to be playing a cruel trick on people, slowly passing by amidst everyone's doubts and anxieties, each second feeling incredibly long.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, just when everyone was almost in despair, the screen that had been black for so long finally showed a slight movement.
First, a faint light appeared at the edge, like the first ray of dawn before sunrise, so faint yet so precious in the darkness.
Then, the light gradually spread out, the light screen slowly lit up, and the image went from blurry to clear.
The magistrate wore a strange yet satisfied smile, his lips slightly upturned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth.
With leisurely and carefree steps, they strolled out of a thatched hut.
His eyes revealed a sense of pride and arrogance, as if he had just accomplished something that could change his destiny.
Qin Qianluo's already furrowed brows tightened even more, and her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, stared intently at the screen.
Her gaze darted back and forth between the magistrate's smug expression and the thatched hut, as if trying to see through both.
She looked the house up and down, carefully examining it, from the layers of thatched roof that swayed slightly in the wind.
The rough, cracked mud bricks on the walls seemed to tell the story of the vicissitudes of time.
Then there were the few sparse weeds shivering in the breeze in front of the house, looking incredibly lonely; no detail was overlooked.
What came into view was just an ordinary, unremarkable thatched hut, with nothing special about it.
But the doubts in her heart burned even more fiercely, like a flame that had been ignited.
Why would such an inconspicuous room cause Feng Qingyun's powerful perception to malfunction?
It was like an impenetrable barrier, completely blocking her investigation? What unspeakable secret was hidden inside?
Is it some kind of mysterious formation, or is there a powerful mysterious force secretly controlling it?
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