Lu Qing's brows were tightly furrowed, as if contemplating how much truth there was in the words of the Fake Castle Master.
And from his reaction, Zhu Yu could roughly guess that at least part of the statement had been accurate. Lu Qing must have tried every method to investigate, but each attempt had been blocked, leaving the past events unable to be traced.
Zhu Yu silently observed the Fake Castle Master. In the past, she could handle a severely decomposed corpse without any expression, let alone a mere disfigured face.
No matter how grim or terrifying the face, seeing it multiple times rendered it ineffective in scaring her.
She wanted to discern some clues from the Fake Castle Master's face, to detect signs of the elaborate stories he had fabricated to deceive Lu Qing.
