Su Youzhu glanced around and said in a low voice, "I didn't find any traces left by the teacher."
Gu Jianlin circled the area as well but saw nothing, and his heart instantly sank to rock bottom.
At that moment, the Butcher pulled a mud tablet out of the backpack carried by the corpse.
"Hey, look at this. What is it?"
It was an ancient-looking mud tablet, likely thousands of years old.
The surface was covered with densely packed writing, yet the markings were not blurred but rather remarkably clear.
No more than six months old!
Gu Jianlin snatched it over, his pupils contracting sharply.
He couldn't recognize the characters on it, but they bore a resemblance to something he'd seen before.
This was the cipher text of the Night Watchers!
"Youzhu, can you read it?"
He asked gravely.
