Chapter 118 Found

Chu Liang's old mansion was not small, with the house and woodshed combined, there were eight rooms in total.

Meng Xinian glanced around and headed straight into the room furthest from the main entrance.

This room must have been lived in too, likely by an elderly person. The furniture was all old-fashioned, and there were many things piled up.

His eyes were as sharp as lightning, almost immediately after entering, he fixed his gaze on the half-height wooden screen in the corner. The somewhat heavy screen was covered in dust, but the edges had some dust rubbed off.

It should be the traditional cleansing room. Behind the screen, there should be a respect bucket placed.

Meng Xinian immediately darted over, his pupils contracting sharply.

Behind the screen, there was no respect bucket, instead, there lay a woman on her side, with an injury on her forehead, half her face covered in blood that had started to dry.