As Meng Yunzheng hurried along, his heart grew more and more uneasy.
Evidently, a fierce battle had taken place here. Bloodstains splattered the floor, walls, and pillars. In one corner, there was a scorched mark, a woman's handkerchief lay on the porch, and two broken wooden sticks.
The escort agency was eerily silent. Shu Yu and Meng Yunzheng exchanged a glance as the four of them proceeded towards the back yard.
Yet, as they went along, not a soul was in sight. Some rooms were in chaos, while others appeared untouched.
However, all the rice, flour, grain, and oil in the kitchen were gone, likely taken away by someone.
After searching around and finding no one, the four regrouped.
"Where have they gone?"
