Black Water Town.
In the afternoon, a light rain fell.
Puddles accumulated on the uneven bluestone pavement, filling the town with a damp smell.
All around were buildings with red brick, green tiles, and horse-head walls, exuding a strong ancient charm.
A group of people walked down the street holding umbrellas.
"We're back..."
Yue Shan looked at the surrounding buildings and some familiar yet strange figures in the doorways, feeling quite emotional.
"This time, we will definitely find the truth!"
Yue Qin clenched her fists.
Chu He silently carried the express delivery they had brought.
It was a folder, about the thickness of a finger, seemingly containing some documents or a very thick letter.
Beside him, Murong Hong held an umbrella over him.
This strange group of people immediately caught the attention of the villagers.
"What are you... doing?"
A middle-aged man with a black umbrella looked at the newcomers suspiciously.
"Are you... Uncle Gouzi?"
