Could it be that Qian Xing is already dead? That's why Grandpa Qian Wang didn't go in, isn't it? Perhaps that's the only way to explain it.
I subconsciously looked over at my master. Seeing me look at him, he turned his face to the window, clearly indicating he didn't want to say anything to me or give me any hints.
Haha, that's right. If Master gave me hints all the time, what kind of experience would that be, and how could it be considered leaving the matter to me?
I took a deep breath and then stepped directly into the bedroom.
The bedroom was exceptionally bright, not at all a place that would make one feel afraid.
One could say that, aside from the stench of decay permeating the room, it was a nice place to rest.
I glanced around the bedroom and saw Qian Xing lying on the bed. Seeing him for the first time did give me a bit of a shock; he was breathing evenly, as if sleeping. But where did the stench of decay in the room come from? It really was puzzling.