The moment he finished speaking, everyone immediately thought of Mr. Wu, who had died a gruesome death with his belly hollowed out.
"Could it be... they built the threshold so high to keep that thing from coming inside?" Ding Zhenzong crouched and studied the threshold closely, his thick brows furrowing. "But that doesn't make sense. The threshold looks like it's been here a long time. It wasn't built recently. Surely Mr. Wu couldn't have known years ago that something like this would happen to him."
Based on Luo Tianhe's earlier reasoning, whatever had emerged from the Blood Corpse Tomb couldn't have been inside the manor for long.
"Then we'll have to find out whether Mr. Wu—or the Wu family's old business—did something shameful behind closed doors." Yao Shunyu's narrowed eyes and icy voice sent a chill through them.
To the Fatty's mild surprise, Jiang Cheng stood up and looked at everyone. "I think Yao Shunyu has a point. Otherwise, I can't understand why the Wu family would keep something so sinister in their home."
They had lingered too long outside the Wu family's gates. To avoid arousing suspicion and bringing trouble upon themselves, they tacitly pretended nothing had happened and left as naturally as they could.
Wu Manor was in an excellent location. A short walk from its gates brought them to a street that, judging by the crowds and the size of the nearby buildings, was probably the busiest part of town.
The group casually found a tea stall where they could rest. They chose a secluded spot and quietly discussed what to do next.
It was still early, and the tea stall had few customers. Its only worker, a fat man, lounged listlessly with drooping, triangular eyes, looking half asleep. He yawned now and then and couldn't be