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Ming Zhiyan lightly gestured, "Look at the shadow under the wall."

"Huh?" Jian Qingqing was puzzled and followed his gaze.

It was still early, and the shadow of the house was slightly facing east, forming a small shadow under the wall.

There was nothing wrong with it.

No, why was there a shadow under the house?

Jian Qingqing walked over quickly and found a slightly dented ditch between the house and the wall. The shadow of the house fell into the ditch, and from afar, one would not be able to see it.

This ditch was very narrow and could only accommodate one person. At this moment, a few messy footsteps appeared on the wet mud surface of the ditch!

Ming Zhiyan looked down at the footsteps on the ground and slightly raised his head to take a few pieces off the rough wall.

Jian Qingqing asked with a trembling mouth, "Are... are these the footprints of Xiao Hu and Xiao Ye?"