The two exchanged a strange look and continued to walk towards the building that resembled a graveyard nearby.
It was an oval-shaped building with an inclined stone staircase exposed at the front opening.
"Hold on!" The little boss's face suddenly turned solemn, and he slowly crouched down, staring at the location of the stone stairs, "There are signs of recent activity!"
He grabbed a handful of soil from the ground and swung it forward fiercely, giving it a light blow, and dust flew everywhere.
The little boss carefully lay on the ground, looking left and right, sniffing, and shaking his ears to listen, his expression serious, "Seems like just one person? Did that Axiu escape from the coffin?"
No.
It wasn't that contemporary witch.
In fact, Lin An already knew there was someone here without the little boss's actions.
At this moment, a young girl with a wicker basket over her arm walked slowly out of the woods, staring at the two of them dumbfounded.
