This explanation seemed entirely plausible.
But for some reason, Beichuan Si keenly sensed a hint of discordance.
Was the whole truth of the matter really so simple?
Was the cause of Shenzhu Village's destruction really because of a romance between two unrelated men and women?
Most crucially, why hadn't the system prompt sounded after he made this conjecture?
Did that mean there was something wrong with this conjecture?
If asked to state the reasons for his discomfort, Beichuan Si could easily list a multitude.
"Right now, the number of clues is too few."
Even though Beichuan Si had gone from the Magong Family to the Shenzhu Shrine, and from there to the Shenzhu branch family, he hadn't felt even the slightest touch of the former truth.
Deeper terror and despair seemed to quietly await him in the dark depths.
Beichuan Si picked up the water bottle hanging at his side, took a sip, and then left the study.
