The villagers seemed to be frightened. Even though it rained last night, they didn't dare to stick around longer and left in the rain overnight.
She expanded the search area again. Upon reaching the official road where Zhao Douan killed that squad of rebel forces yesterday, her pupils slightly contracted as she found Ouyang Ye's corpse missing, with some hoof prints remaining nearby.
"Has someone been here...?"
Xu Zhenguan's gaze turned cold but she was not surprised. She drew the Taia Sword, ignited its sword fire, and reduced the remaining body on the ground to ashes.
After finishing those tasks, she expanded the search again and confirmed no rebel forces were present, then headed back to the residence.
From afar, she saw the nearly dispersed smoke from the cooking fires.
Stepping into the house, she entered the middle courtyard. Hanging on the clothesline were blankets being dried, with one piece of bright red standing out sharply.
