She moved her feet carefully, each step slow and cautious, the rotten wooden planks under her feet creaking as if they might collapse at any moment.
She carefully inspected every corner, leaving no place unchecked where danger might be lurking.
She even examined a tiny crack in the wall closely to make sure there were no hidden dangers.
After confirming that there was no potential danger inside, she gently beckoned to Qin Qianluo to come in.
Qin Qianluo walked steadily into the house, her gaze as sharp as a sword, quickly scanning her surroundings.
The interior was just as dilapidated as the exterior.
Broken tiles and rotten planks were scattered on the ground, and cobwebs crawled all over the walls.
The spiderwebs crisscrossed, like an invisible net, trying to trap everything in this decaying space.
A thick layer of dust had accumulated in the corner, as if it were memories left behind by the passage of time.
However, the table and chair were excessively clean, with the surface spotless as if they had just been wiped clean.
The chair's surface was smooth and new, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding ruins, dust, and cobwebs.
It seemed out of place, as if it had been deliberately placed there, carrying a strange and unsettling feeling.
Yao Guang noticed this as well, her brows furrowing into a deep frown, a strange feeling welling up inside her.
Her hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the dagger, the veins on the back of her hand bulging slightly, her gaze fixed on the table and chairs, as if she could see through their secrets.
Qin Qianlu stared at the tables and chairs that were so different from the surrounding environment. After a moment of contemplation, various thoughts flashed through her mind.
She whispered in her heart, "Rainbow Dash, try to see if you can see inside this thatched hut now."
The voice was soft, but it carried a hint of anticipation, as if waiting for an answer that could unravel the mystery.
Feng Qingyun responded softly, her right hand gracefully tracing a smooth arc in the air before her slender fingers flicked lightly.
In an instant, accompanied by the turbulence and fluctuation of the air, a light curtain emitting a soft blue light suddenly opened, like a window to another world.
Within the light screen, every detail of the thatched cottage is presented without reservation, and the dilapidated state of the house is revealed in the finest detail.
The little spider crawling quietly in the corner of the wall had its leg hairs clearly visible, as if you could reach out and touch it.
Qin Qianluo's brows were tightly furrowed into a "川" shape, her eyes filled with focus and contemplation, like an adventurer searching for treasure, not letting go of any clue.
Her gaze was first fixed on the clean, incongruous table and chairs in the light screen.
He carefully examined each texture, then quickly moved to the same spot in the thatched hut and compared them repeatedly, his eyes sharp and discerning, not missing any possible differences.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment. After a long while, she gently shook her head, let out a barely audible sigh, and finally spoke slowly.
His tone carried an undeniable certainty: "It seems the problem isn't with this thatched hut, but with the man who met with the magistrate."
Feng Qingyun immediately replied, "Yes, Luo Bao. And I just checked, the magistrate is already dead."
His death was extremely gruesome; his wide-open eyes were filled with terror, as if he had suffered a great shock before his death.
His entire family perished, and none of the servants or maids in his household escaped death; they all met a brutal end.
The perpetrators were ruthless, leaving no survivors; the scene was a complete mess, blood splattered on the walls, and all valuables were looted, clearly indicating hostile intent.
He spoke quickly, his words carrying a hint of urgency. The anger in his chest made him unconsciously clench his fists, as if he too was shocked and furious about this brutal massacre.
"What?" Qin Qianluo was shocked when she heard this, her voice rising involuntarily and trembling slightly, full of disbelief.
Her eyes widened instantly, shock spreading like a surging tide. Her expression froze, as if she had been struck hard by this sudden bad news, freezing her in place.
His breathing became rapid, and his chest heaved violently, as if he couldn't accept such a cruel reality.
Upon hearing the sound, Yao Guang was stunned for a moment, her mind went blank for a instant, as if she had been so shocked by the exclamation that she lost the ability to think.
But her sharp reflexes, honed over many years, quickly brought her back to her senses, and she drew her short sword from her waist without hesitation.
The blade was drawn from its sheath with a crisp "whoosh," breaking the deathly silence in the room.
She rushed to Qin Qianluo's side in one stride, her body tense like an arrow about to be released from a bow, her feet apart, knees slightly bent, assuming a defensive stance.
His eyes darted around warily, not missing a single corner of the room, not even the most hidden shadows.
Her gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, her muscles tense, ready to deal with any potential danger at any moment. She asked, "Master, what happened?"
At that moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze instantly, and a tense atmosphere filled the room.
Every breath felt like it was being compressed by invisible pressure, making it hard to breathe, like the calm before a storm, so oppressive it was almost suffocating.
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