The valuables inside, along with anything worth moving, had basically all been cleared out to prevent someone with abilities from the mysterious side from using the items to locate Chen Fan's family.
But they had originally thought the Chen family was just an ordinary family. After all, every member of the family was an ordinary person. Aside from Chen Fan and Chen Yue excelling at school, looking like geniuses destined to rise from common origins, everything else about them had been utterly ordinary.
Chen Fan stood in the middle of the empty living room. Scrape marks from furniture being dragged during the move still remained on the wooden floor.
Phantom Butterfly crouched down, her fingertips lightly tracing one of the gouges before she suddenly looked up. "Something's wrong. The aura here was deliberately concealed."
A faint lavender glow surfaced in her pupils, and countless fine threads seemed to tremble in the air.
Tang Jun's expression changed sharply as he yanked the short blade from his waist.
The scrape of metal made One Kill immediately assume a defensive stance, while Ink Feather slapped a talisman onto the doorframe with a backhand.
"Someone got here before us."
Tang Jun pointed his blade at the ceiling, where black slime was seeping out and slowly dripping down like melted asphalt.
The instant the slime hit the floor, Chen Fan smelled a pungent, sickly-sweet stench.
He instinctively covered his nose and mouth, only to see Chen Ke crush a jade talisman.
The moment pale golden light flared, the slime let out a shrill screech and twisted together into the outline of a human figure.
That "person" had no facial features, yet three bloody gashes split open at its neck, uttering muddled words: "Chen Yue... blood sacrifice..."
"It's the manifested backlash of a tracking curse." Chen