A few hundred meters away, next to a large boulder, stood a small wooden cabin. By now, the cabin was almost completely covered by the surrounding vegetation, with only a few spots revealing its underlying structure.
The cabin door was slightly ajar. Su Qing sent a climbing vine inside and saw a skeleton lying on the wooden bed. It wasn't just bones; it was a mummified corpse. She could vaguely make out the owner's face—he appeared to be an old man of about sixty. His hair and beard were graying, and his face was dark. Su Qing concluded he had likely died from poison.
This was because there were some dried, dark red stains around his mouth and on the wooden bed beside him—most likely blood.
'Someone actually lived at the bottom of this cliff.' And it was obvious this person wasn't Su Shengjun.
