My Silly, Sweet Wife

Yang Huai’an nodded and didn’t say anything else, then turned to Ye Guichen and asked, ”Mr. Ye, have you discovered anything?”

Ye Guichen shook his head.

He was just here to join in the fun, how could he discover anything?

The three of them didn’t force their way in but climbed over the outer wall directly.

Given their skills, such a high wall was nothing but an illusion.

After climbing into the yard, it was full of weeds, clearly uninhabited for a long time.

Shen Lang was the first to enter the house and searched thoroughly.

He didn’t find anything.

Not only were there no traces of inhabitants, but a thick layer of dust had accumulated on the table.

There were quite a few spider webs in the corners.

”Shen Tongluo, are you sure you heard someone talking here?” Yang Huai’an’s eyes were filled with doubt.

Shen Lang was even more perplexed: ”Boss, there definitely wasn’t a mistake. I heard it clearly, but I was in a hurry to go home and didn’t check inside, thinking of coming back when it was daylight, but, but I didn’t expect to nearly die.”

Yang Huai’an was about to question when he heard Ye Guichen utter a light exclamation, causing him to turn his head towards Ye Guichen.

He saw Ye Guichen standing by the edge of a dry well in the yard, looking down.

”What’s wrong, Mr. Ye, have you discovered anything?” Yang Huai’an moved closer, also looking down.

Ye Guichen shook his head and didn’t answer, but leaped into the well.

”Shen Lang, stay here. I’ll go down and take a look.” After giving the orders, Yang Huai’an also jumped into the dry well.

The dry well wasn’t deep, only a dozen meters.

Once Ye Guichen landed, a crisp sound came from beneath his feet.

Hearing the sound of wind above, he quickly moved to the side.

Yang Huai’an descended quickly.

Crack!

It was as if something was broken beneath their feet.

Both men were skilled; here, although somewhat dim, it didn’t hinder their sight.

The space below the dry well was bigger than imagined, looking like a room of four to fifty square meters.

But the chilling part was that the dry well was filled with white bones.

These bones appeared to be human skeletons, piled beneath Ye Guichen’s and Yang Huai’an’s feet, likely dead for years.

The topmost skeleton looked slightly fresher, not yet turned white, even draped with some tattered clothing.

Judging by the appearance, the individual probably died within the last few years.

”Mr. Ye, why are there so many bones here?” Yang Huai’an, accustomed to seeing dead bodies, swept across with his eyes, revealing that the dry well harbored at least hundreds of skeletons, and the well should be far deeper than imagined.

In a place like Dragon City, under the emperor’s feet, someone committed such heinous acts.

For years, no one knew about this.

If brought to attention, it would surely be seen as negligence by the Heavenly Patrol.

Ye Guichen squatted down, carefully examining the bones, and quickly came to a conclusion: ”Judging by the shape and quality of these bones, all of them belong to women, mostly young women between the ages of eighteen and thirty.”

”Mr. Ye, you know this too?” Yang Huai’an looked at Ye Guichen in surprise.

Ye Guichen’s skills were impressive enough, and his fearsome little black dog could annihilate a group of black cats with a few barks.

Now, just by glancing at the remains, he could approximate the identity of the deceased.

Such skills are beyond ordinary people.

But to Ye Guichen, this was just child’s play.

After all, Ye Guichen’s expertise in medicine gave him profound knowledge of human anatomy.

Ye Guichen looked up: ”If my guess is correct, I feel that Situ Jingtian is not dead after all.”