Bai Junjun was somewhat puzzled. Wood did undergo pain when it was chopped, polished, and baked, but the table had been around for decades, and any burning sensation should have long since faded.
She crouched down and lifted the suspicious table leg, only to see a pitch-black area beneath, the source of the burnt sensation emanating from this scorched section.
Bai Junjun studied it carefully, feeling that the blackened area seemed to have been soaked in some kind of liquid, and there were even traces of darkened blood at the edges.
The bloodstains almost merged with the black area, indistinguishable unless closely examined.
This black area was at the point of contact with the ground and would remain unseen unless the table leg was lifted.
Of course, even if it were lifted, it might be thought to be just dirt from the floor.
However...
How could the table leg be so dirty in such a clean and bright place?
Bai Junjun thoughtfully lifted the four table legs to check them.
