"Ha .... Jiang Xiao took a deep breath and coughed twice."Cough, cough."
After that, Jiang Xiao saw a bed on the ground.
It was a bed made of a dozen thick white ghouls 'furs. The owner of the treehouse must have lived here for a long time. Although there was no bed, only a mattress on the ground, there were chairs and tables made of wooden stakes.
Was that a stone bowl?
Jiang Xiao, the decoy, was in a complicated mood and he didn't know if he should be excited or disappointed. There were no cabinets or drawers in the room, so where could he hide anything?
It was obvious that no one had lived here for a long time.
What did you rely on to keep yourself warm?
This house didn't even have a window or a chimney, and it was completely dark. How was he going to start a fire to warm his body?
Jiang Xiao, the decoy, strode in and quickly collected information. Finally, he found dried blood in the corner behind the wooden table.
