As he thought this, Wang Ye's gaze turned slightly cold. Holding the Boning Knife, he silently slipped inside.
A pool of partially dried blood lay on the living room floor.
It seemed to have been there for a while.
The sofa had been completely wrecked, nearly split apart down the middle.
The walls were covered in scratches.
Xiao Si stood silently in the corner, specks of blood staining his hands.
Wang Ye's expression grew increasingly grave as he looked at Xiao Si.
There was a cut on Xiao Si's cheek, with droplets of blood seeping out as though it had been made by a sharp weapon.
Although nearly all of Xiao Si's abilities had been sealed away.
His physical strength alone still made him one of the most formidable beings in all of Shangjing City.
Yet the intruder had actually managed to injure Xiao Si.
Wang Ye took a deep breath, tightened his grip on the Boning Knife, and searched the room without pause.
Unfortunately.
The one who had broken in seemed to have already left.
He silently put down the Boning Knife, shut the door, and sighed faintly at the ruined sofa.
He was at least considered an expert, and Xiao Si was a ghost.
With a combination like theirs, why did people keep coming into his home every day?
As if recalling something, Wang Ye opened the hidden compartment in his room. The damaged Paper Money and candle remnants were still there, and he fell into thought.
He had not come into contact with many people.
Had Zhang Ziliang sent someone? There was no point.
He believed Zhang Ziliang was a smart man. Moreover, they were currently cooperating, so Zhang Ziliang would not do something as shortsighted as killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.
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