The next day, everything was as usual except for the absence of the owner of the house.
However, when Zhe Jue and his companions went out to inquire about Lin Baizhong's whereabouts, they were met with frustration.
The locals, who had originally been busy in the medicinal fields, regarded them as if they had seen ghosts upon their approach. They shook their heads at them and then took off running as if their feet had grown wings.
"What... what's going on here?"
Zhen Wu, holding a portrait in his hand, looked at the man who had run far away, completely baffled.
"Zhen Wu, is it the same over there for you?" Zhe Jue walked over and asked.
"It's the same on your side?"
Hearing his words, Zhen Wu turned to look at him and asked.
"Yes."
Zhe Jue nodded helplessly.
