Villages like this one along the coast usually relied on seafood for a living. Lacking large vessels, they could only fish along the migratory routes of the fish schools, which meant the distance between villages wouldn't be too far. In less than two hours, the group of five arrived at the next village... However, unfortunately, it seemed to have just been attacked.
"We're too late..." Abraham said with a hint of regret.
"No, we're not," Nolr responded calmly. He then walked up to a pool of blood nearby, bent over, and dipped his finger in it: "It's not dry. And... the bloodstains at the previous place were cleaned up, but here, a pool remains."
"Why is that?" Ziliang ambled over and asked.
"He left in a hurry... There was no time for a proper cleanup. These bloodstains definitely won't be more than half an hour old, as if... he knew we were coming."
"Does he have surveillance equipment?" Qingniao put away the game console.
