Luo Shu arranged rooms for everyone. The house had two floors, and except for her, it was perfect to assign one room for every two people.
After entering their rooms, Luo Shu, Luo Qianyu, and Yun Han mounted their flying swords and went their separate ways to search for Yang Muxue's whereabouts.
Standing on the flying sword, Luo Shu's divine sense carefully searched below, not missing even a single corner. Everything that should be seen and should not be seen came into her view, giving her the urge to go back and wash her eyes.
A figure, skinny as a rail with tousled hair, came into her divine sense, and Luo Shu frowned, moving her divine sense elsewhere. Last time she went to the Public Security Office to see Luo Erya, she had heard that Wang Liying had gone mad. She just didn't expect that Wang Liying's fate was even more tragic than she had imagined.