The dilapidated plywood house was directly blasted to pieces, revealing the scene inside.
It was just an ordinary black street ground, nothing special about it, with a broken wooden table and a broken wooden bed, very simple indeed.
However, he immediately noticed something was amiss.
"There is indeed a problem here." The captain of the Eight-eyed God Tribe on the black street walked to the side of the table and sneered.
The previous blast had blown the plywood of the house away with a strong gust of wind, yet the wooden table and bed remained covered with a thick layer of dust.
Obviously, it had been many years since anyone lived in this house.
But according to what he knew, a slave, very poor, had just bought this house with pupil coins shortly after being purchased.
Quite unusual.
Buying this place without living in it, isn't that suspicious?
His eyes were sharp, and the eight pupils glimmered with divine light. He quickly noticed a clue.
