The afternoon sun cast a dim light over the ruins.
It was a kind of bluish-black, where even sunlight could barely penetrate, giving off a scent of decay and deathly silence.
The once vibrant Yuzhu Manor was reduced to nothing but scorched earth.
Big White was carrying a charred beam outside when it saw Duan Yun and Ziyu.
The next moment, the beam slipped from its shoulder, and there was a loud "Woof!" as the panda let out a big cry.
...
Hearing Big White's cry, Feng Ling'er and Lei Ying rushed out.
For the past two days, they had been clearing the ruins.
The moment Duan Yun saw them, he asked, "Is anyone hurt?"
Feng Ling'er shook her head and said, "No one is hurt."
Hearing this, Duan Yun breathed a sigh of relief, and then, driven by a surge of anger, he asked, "Who did it?"
"Ghost Mother."
"This cursed old hag, does she want her whole family slaughtered?"
...
After some discussion, Duan Yun roughly understood the situation of that night.
