"This is the place."
Following Qian Sanliang into the small courtyard with green walls, I hadn't even entered the house when I saw two bodies neatly placed in front of the Central Hall.
A middle-aged woman, and an honest-looking young man.
Looking at their hands and feet, they were all covered in calluses, with signs of chilblains split open, clearly from poor households.
"I've asked the neighbors, the owner of this place is named Wu Dayou, not very old, with only a cleaning maid and a servant at home..."
Tang Lin'er walked out with a frown, a hint of confusion on her face, "From the looks of it, Li Yuankang hasn't been gone long, there's still a bit of warmth in the bed."
"Is there anything special?"
The information reported was lackluster.
In fact, the whereabouts of the maid and servant were also clear, their bodies shrouded in black aura, their skulls cracked open, obviously killed with heavy demonic cultivation techniques.
"Here."