The rock was only as big as the palms of two adult men put together, placed deliberately in the middle of the road. Lin Suqing wasn't sure what it meant, but she sensed it had something to do with the white-haired old rat spirit.
With curiosity, she approached the rock and noticed a piece of white protruding from its side. As she got closer, aided by the moonlight, she saw the white-haired, red-eyed old rat spirit lying in a hollow behind the rock.
Had it dug its own grave?
Under the rock was a letter — "I'll handle this." Not wanting to dirty Qing Youmeng's hands, Lin Suqing moved the rock to retrieve the letter and read it first.
