The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 1550

"Are we actually there?" Wynter asked, arching a brow.

In response, Leo affirmed enthusiastically and jumped beside her. All of a sudden, he froze. "Wait, Master! Don't take off your blindfold yet!"

Wynter caught on to something he said and asked, "What's wrong? Is there another painting? Is the formation still active?"

"Not exactly, but you might want to be prepared," Leo replied, casting his gaze downward with uncertainty.

Without hesitating, Wynter took off the silk scarf and looked down. Meanwhile, Leo was ready to throw the body before them into the pool if Wynter reacted with horror. Even if a cultivator could accept a spirit's presence, they couldn't bear the sight of a dead man.

However, Wynter merely narrowed her eyes before leaning over. She wrapped the silk scarf around her hand and turned the body over. The figure appeared to be over 100 years old, with white hair and age spots. Beside him lay the rosary bracelet he had always worn.

Wynter recognized the face, though it looked older than the last time she had seen it in the papers. With the loss of collagen, the elderly seemed to be nothing more than skin stretched over bone. It was as if he had succumbed to sudden old age.

Wynter silently examined the elderly's face by touch, much like how experienced doctors discerned if one had undergone facial surgery. When she confirmed that the face was authentic, her eyes darkened. It appeared the elderly man had truly passed away.

"His energy feels familiar, Master. Wait, he was the one who tricked me!" Leo exclaimed upon the sudden realization.

"Get the forensics team in here. Use the astrolabe to get into the corridor and fix the lights. I've destroyed the paintings on the wall. Burn them all," Wynter instructed in a low voice.

As the Special Unit quickly complied with her orders, Wynter examined her surroundings. Before her lay a lotus-shaped pool, surrounded by walls engraved with dragon-like reliefs.

It was said that the dragon had nine children. Each dragonling was distinctive and seemed to be at an earlier phase of metamorphosis, akin to a wyrm. But that wasn't the point—the most striking detail was that the dragons appeared to be biting down on a jewel.

A sense of déjà vu washed over Wynter. As she instinctively stepped closer, the metallic scent grew stronger. The scent of blood turned out to be coming from the reliefs!