In Wang Shoucai's study, the flashlight shone straight into the dark tunnel, illuminating only a small patch.
Butler Zhu raised a hand, and a black sphere the size of a cantaloupe appeared in his palm. It looked extremely heavy, yet entirely unremarkable on the surface.
Holding the black sphere before him in his right hand, he entered the dark passage.
The flashlight beam swayed as Butler Zhu descended the stairs with steady steps, soon reaching the underground passage.
This was the very passage that had just blocked Yu Weifeng's team. The stairs lay to the north, and the passage extended south, three meters wide and four meters high. About thirty meters ahead, a sealed wall blocked the way.
Butler Zhu swept his flashlight around but found nothing unusual.
With the black sphere resting in his right palm, he stepped onto the first stone slab in the first row on the left with practiced ease, then paused briefly.
Several seconds later, Butler Zhu stepped onto the fourth slab in the second row. Just then, a faint burnt smell reached his nose, making him frown slightly.
He sniffed carefully, but the burnt smell was fleeting and soon dissipated.
Butler Zhu paused briefly, his expression unchanged, then continued forward, alternating between walking and stopping.
About a minute later, the bluestone wall blocking the southern end slowly split open. Butler Zhu stepped inside, disappearing from the passage.
The rear garden of the Wang Residence.
Yu Weifeng and the others patiently avoided the patrolling soldiers before making their bedraggled escape.
Mad Dog hurried along, bent at the waist, with Gao Ye's charred corpse on his back. She had died in the strange flames that erupted from the ceiling and floor. In mere seconds, most of her body had been burned to charcoal. Her beautiful