Steles stood in forests, each varied in shape, some towering and majestic, others exquisite and petite, each stele carrying the vicissitudes of time, exuding an aura of solemnity and dignity.
However, at this moment, the forest of steles was shrouded by a mysterious fog, as if hiding countless secrets unknown to man.
The murderer seemed intent on laying false trails here, meticulously faking stele prophecies, vainly attempting to use these false clues to disrupt the direction of the investigation.
Shi Feiyang's eyes were sharp, keenly perceiving that the murderer's actions were deliberate, definitely with deeper intent, causing him to become even more cautious. He led his team through the forest of steles, carefully searching, his gaze sweeping over each stele, not missing any corner that might conceal clues.
Everyone held their breath, their footsteps exceptionally clear in the silent forest of steles, the atmosphere tense and oppressive.
