After the bodies had all been dragged away, he began washing the floor—water splashed down, the rag pushed across, and the bloodstains were quickly diluted and wiped away.
He even took a small bag of white powder from a corner and sprinkled it over the places where the blood was thickest. After waiting a while, he wiped it away with the rag, and the dark red traces on the floor vanished completely.
In less than the time it took an incense stick to burn, the main hall was restored to its original state. The tables and chairs had been set upright, the broken porcelain had been swept away, the water on the floor had been dried, and there was even a faint scent of herbs and wood smoke lingering in the air.
The waiter carried the rag and wooden basin back to the rear hall as if nothing had happened.
Xiao Yun stood in the corridor for a while, then turned and went back to his room.
The instant he pushed open the door, his footsteps paused.
A man in black was sitting by the table—the very person who had taken the Treasure Map fragment earlier and jumped out the window to flee.
Xiao Yun closed the door behind him, walked over, and sat down opposite the man in black.
He leaned against the chair back, crossed his arms over his chest, and looked the other man up and down. "Brother, entering someone else's room as you please isn't exactly polite. Especially when you're hiding yourself like this and don't dare show your true face."
The man in black was silent for a while before speaking. "Thank you for the Treasure Map just now, brother."
His voice was still hoarse and low, as if he were deliberately pressing it down.