Yang Xiao quickly noticed a strange phenomenon here; unlike the nearby shabby rooms, the doors and windows of this house on the far side were evidently much newer.
The wooden window frames and door frames showed no severe signs of rotting, and many of them still had patches of green moisture-proof paint.
The window glass was still intact, but unfortunately, the inside of the windows was lined with old newspapers, preventing them from seeing the room's interior.
"Come over and look!" Suddenly, Ye Zheng seemed to have found something and called out unexpectedly.
When everyone hurried over, they found Ye Zheng kneeling on one knee, his head lowered, staring at the gaps between a few broken bricks at his feet.
"This is..." Yang Xiao slowly furrowed his brow, noticing several incense sticks not yet burned completely in the cracks between the bricks.
Meanwhile, they picked up an empty matchbox less than half a meter away.
