Steles stood in forests, each varied in shape, so towering and majestic, others exquisite and petite, each stele carrying the vicissitudes of ti, exuding an aura of solemnity and dignity.
However, at this mont, the forest of steles was shrouded by a mysterious fog, as if hiding countless secrets unknown to man.
The murderer seed intent on laying false trails here, ticulously faking stele prophecies, vainly attempting to use these false clues to disrupt the direction of the investigation.
Shi Feiyang’s eyes were sharp, keenly perceiving that the murderer’s actions were deliberate, definitely with deeper intent, causing him to beco even more cautious. He led his team through the forest of steles, carefully searching, his gaze sweeping over each stele, not missing any corner that might conceal clues.
Everyone held their breath, their footsteps exceptionally clear in the silent forest of steles, the atmosphere tense and oppressive.
Finally, at the base of a stele carried by a Bixi, they discovered remnants of the "Tui Bei Tu" freshly chiselled.
The handwriting was crooked, as if childish graffiti, yet seed to hide untold secrets, incongruous on the ancient stele, but particularly eye-catching.
At this mont, Shi Feiyang’s wife—the most beautiful woman in the Martial Arts world, Yili, dressed in a light blue long gown, the hem gently swaying in the wind, her figure graceful, her face stunning as if a fairy descended to the mortal world, arrived lightly accompanied by adventurers like "Barrel" Lu Dechu, "Pole" Jiang Huotian, "Centipede" Gongsun Ren, "Cyan-faced Beast" Yang Feng, and "Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen.
Madam Shi Qi izhen, a tiger-woman of the military house, spirited in character, today dressed in a fitting outfit, valiant and heroic, closely following by Yili’s side.
As Qi izhen saw the remnants at the base of the stele, a flash of excitent and keenness flickered through her eyes.
As a tiger-woman of the military house, she had been versed in classical allusions since childhood, and through marching and fighting alongside her father, cultivated a keen observational and analytical ability.
At this mont, she lifted her gown without hesitation, her actions decisive and neat, completely without the coyness of an ordinary woman.
She crouched down, carefully taking out rubbing tools, her gaze focused and earnest, beginning to ticulously rub the stele text.
Her technique was skillful, gently applying ink, slowly covering the paper, each move precise and apt, fully displaying the steadiness and competence of a military house descendant. Once finished, everyone quickly gathered around, examining closely.
Qi izhen was the first to notice the anomaly, pointing at the rubbed stele text, her tone filled with confidence and certainty: "Look everyone, the depth of these engravings varies, it definitely wasn’t done casually."
Shi Feiyang stared at the rubbed stele text, falling into deep contemplation. "The varying depths of these engravings, could it be that among them lies hidden mystery?"
He muttered to himself in a low voice, his brows tightly furrowed, his gaze fixed intently on those engravings, trying to decipher the murderer’s intent.
Yili gently frowned, her beautiful eyes moving, her lively gaze reflecting wisdom and calmness, she said, "Perhaps this is a clue deliberately left by the murderer, only we have yet to perceive its aning."
Qi izhen nodded emphatically in agreent, stating incisively: "Regardless of the circumstances, this definitely is an important clue that we cannot overlook. In my opinion, the varying depths of these engravings might be related to so sort of code or cipher. We might start with this aspect and carefully analyze it."
As she spoke, she gestured on the rubbed paper with her fingers, attempting to find patterns among the engravings.
A lively discussion ensued among the group surrounding this discovery.
Everyone voiced their opinions, sparks of thought colliding in the air.
However, the mystery, like layers of mist, grew thicker; despite their efforts, they found it difficult to ascertain the truth at that mont, the secrets hidden behind the engravings remaining elusive like the moon in water, flowers in mirrors, unattainable yet filled with allure, drawing them to continue their quest.
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