But upon returning to the room for a moment, Zhou Yan felt increasingly uneasy, suspecting that something was off about Zhou Jin just now.
'Jin'Er has always feared me the most, but today not only did he show no fear, he was somewhat frivolous, which is not like him... Moreover, we met for so long and he didn't even call me Third Uncle once.'
"Something's wrong!"
Zhou Yan instinctively voiced his thoughts.
He hurried to the secret chamber on the second floor, first doing a thorough inspection inside and out, then continually forming hand seals, summoning gusts of eerie wind around him.
The eerie wind swept around the floor, eventually bringing some powder into his hand.
He rubbed the powder between his hands, and immediately felt a familiar aura.
"What?!"
As Zhou Yan sensed the aura in his hand, he instantly understood that the person who died was not Li Chang Geng at all!
It was his own nephew, Zhou Jin!
The person who did it had just swaggered away right under his nose.
