Qi Yue didn't speak either, crossing the street and quickly arriving at the entrance of the alley on the opposite side.
This was Jing Alley, very narrow and small. One couldn't see how deep it went inside, only able to smell a damp and hot stench.
It was very much like a muddy pond filled with the corpses of tadpoles in the summer.
"Master, I'll go first," Qingzhu squeezed in ahead.
Several people entered the alley, and after walking for a while, Qingzhu suddenly stopped.
"Master, there is a smell of blood."
Qi Yue hummed in response, as if she had known all along, maintaining an unchanging expression.
"Further inside, everyone has left."
Hearing this, Qingzhu quickened his steps, and they soon reached the end of the alley.
The deeper they went, the stronger the smell of blood became, making one wonder if they had arrived at a slaughterhouse.
There was a household here, its main door wide open, and inside it was dead silent.
