Zi Yiyi asked flatly, no longer daring to underestimate the blind boy.
"They don't know... If they knew, wouldn't it be easier to catch the Ghost Mite Mother and put it in Qiao Xiuying's body?"
Though You Su spoke this way, there wasn't any sign of disappointment on his face.
Zi Yiyi lowered her gaze, her regard for the boy growing even higher.
Once Qiao Xiuyun had vented her emotions, the steward from the City Lord's estate found them. It seemed like the arrangement of the head Elder, as the steward had learned everything that happened.
He promised to cooperate unconditionally with You Su in all investigations and accompanied everyone to cremate Qiao Xiuying's corpse, thoughtfully holding a ritual for her on the seventh day.
After their busy endeavors, it was already nearing dusk.
In the shimmering dusk, the setting sun was adorned with a golden edge, as the group walked slowly down the street, their shadows stretching long behind them.
