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“That’s exactly why we couldn’t greet you…” Mike shrugged, his lips pursed in frustration.

Ricky has suddenly disappeared, or to put it more bluntly, he's vanished!

Bill took the words dryly, his face full of worry:

“After the date of the gathering was set, we kept in touch frequently and learned that he had returned to town a few days ago and was temporarily staying in his old house. But just three days ago, we couldn’t reach him by phone.”

Bill seemed dazed, the strange scene he had witnessed a few hours earlier replaying in his mind:

"Mike and I didn't think much of it at first, but when we agreed to meet today and he still hadn't shown up, we started to feel something was wrong."

Furthermore... I found some very strange marks in his house.

He suddenly clapped his hands in frustration, as if he had figured something out, and shouted happily:

“I’m such a fool. Aren’t you one of those ‘Wonder People’ now? You’re much more reliable than the old sheriff in town who’s about to retire.”

"Is it blood or something else? What exactly happened? Explain it clearly."

Beverly calmed down instantly upon hearing this.

The words circled on his lips, then he swallowed them back, and the young man hurriedly tilted his head:

"It's a bit hard to describe. From my observation, it's less about the possibility of being harmed and more about... sigh."

His face twitched, and a slight blush appeared.

"You'd better see for yourself. Let's talk as we walk."

Chapter 472 Not Human!

The lush greenery and the well-arranged buildings create a tranquil and idyllic pastoral landscape.

Compared to the densely packed skyscrapers and exorbitant land prices in major metropolitan areas, the spatial layout of these federal towns near the border of the Maple Leaf Republic is much more relaxed due to the limited value of land.

Just like this two-story old house in front of us, even though the materials and value are far from meeting the standards of a country villa, in terms of the area alone, the house plus the spacious courtyard can almost be called a small estate.

"It's been so long since I've been here." Through the dense foliage, Beverly looked at the mottled brick wall hidden by the lush green ivy, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

“I remember when we were in school, we would take some time every weekend to come to Ricky’s house to play board games.”

As she spoke, she gently stepped onto the cobblestone path.

The long-neglected courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and several branches were laden with fruit. The ripe, dark purple figs fell to the ground, releasing a sweet, rotten smell that attracted swarms of mosquitoes and flies.

"It smells awful."

The sorcerer Simon scratched his slightly curly black hair, puffed out his thick lips and recited a few words. A gentle breeze swept around, dispelling the surrounding odor.

"Well, I'm afraid I should warn you, there's something even worse... coming up."

Although he had some knowledge of the extraordinary world from conversations with old classmates, Bill was still amazed when he finally saw it with his own eyes.

His face gleamed with curiosity and longing for mysterious power. He stood to the side and pointed to the half-closed wooden door in front of him.

When he came to look for the situation in the morning and found something was wrong, he left in a great hurry, without even turning off the lights. Now, by the dim yellow light, one can vaguely see the furniture in the living room lying in disarray.

Having worked together for a long time, Beverly and her companions exchanged only a few glances before tacitly becoming more vigilant.

The druid girl clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and a hazy green light transformed into ripples that quickly seeped into the house, as if the bricks, stones, tiles, and wood were merely a wisp of air.

"No living people are here, hmm..." She assessed the effectiveness of the natural reconnaissance and added:

"There were no dead people, and there was practically nothing inside."

Even though they were very confident in their companions' abilities, the others showed no sign of letting their guard down. Holger took off the long canvas bag on his back, reached inside, and grasped the magic battle axe.

Ready to draw her weapon at any moment, she lightly kicked open the door with her toes.

A chaotic scene came into view: various furnishings in the hall had been violently overturned, tables and chairs were lying haphazardly on the ground, and vases containing a bunch of white wild chrysanthemums and glass teaware were scattered all over the floor and smashed to pieces, and then trampled on and became unrecognizable.

"Breakout? Or a brawl?" Edkins' fingers rested on the dark brown lute, a glint of light flashing between the delicate, crystalline strings.

"There's no smell of blood. It seems the two sides in the fight are being very... restrained?"

He was meticulous, and the bard's extraordinary profession also endowed him with excellent perception, allowing him to see some discord beneath the surface.

The fight was so intense, yet there wasn't a single sign of injury? Was it just a simple case of tearing things down and smashing things?

Edkin slowly walked around the mess on the floor, his eyes scanning every detail of the room, trying to catch any clues he might have missed.

However, there was no need for him to put in any more effort. Bill, who was hiding in the back, stepped forward and whispered in a certain direction:

"In my personal opinion, it shouldn't be... a fight."

Following his directions, everyone's attention shifted to a darker area on the sofa.

On the wool cushion that hadn't been used for years, there were several irregular patterns that looked like stains.

Beverly's small, delicate nostrils twitched rapidly, and her full, rounded cheeks lifted, revealing a hint of confusion.

"What's that smell?"

An indescribable scent emanated from there, so faint as to be almost imperceptible, as if it had been evaporating for quite some time, yet it stubbornly penetrated all disguises, passing through the nasal cavity and reaching the senses.

"Hmm, you don't have a boyfriend yet, do you?" Bill's bookish face had a peculiar expression as he forced a smile with a complex meaning.

The girl turned her gaze in confusion, and was surprised to find that everyone except herself, including her three companions, had a strange look on their faces as if they had just realized something.

"Cough cough!"

Edkin coughed a few times, suppressing a laugh as he explained:

"This is an ancient fragrance. It is said that only innocent girls who have never experienced love can understand the sacred meaning of life's propagation in it, while depraved adults only associate it with desire."

Although she was a bit naive, she was not a child without social experience. Beverly quickly picked up on the middle-aged man's teasing tone.

"So that's what it is!" A faint blush flashed across the druid girl's cheeks, but she quickly regained her composure.

"But aren't there far too many of them here?"

With the hints, she quickly spotted more similar traces in her keen observation.

On the sofa, on the floor, on the table, on the stairs... even just from the environment, one can tell that the "battle" was epic and magnificent.

"That was truly exhilarating! This is a spectacle that takes so many people to pull off. It's amazing how open-minded the young people in this small town are! Haha!" The boisterous, unruly older woman stood with her hands on her hips, laughing without a care in the world.

"Don't worry, your friend has probably gotten himself into some trouble stemming from human instincts..."

Seemingly having discovered the truth, the atmosphere immediately lightened. Edkin put his arm around Mike and Bill, smiling and whispering reassuring words.

"You're all wrong, there's only one... just one pair!"

Simon held up a staff, and a faint white light emanated from the air. The damp stains that covered the room seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, lighting up one by one and connecting to form a faint footprint.

He tapped his cane and said confidently:

"One big and one small, one male and one female, hehe, a long battle with a clear process and quite a variety of positions."

"That last sentence is superfluous!"

Beverly rolled her eyes at him, secretly making some guesses in her mind, and her expression gradually became more serious.

She stomped her foot heavily, the sneakers making a strange resonance against the floor. Suddenly, a slender vine grew from the wooden railing on the second floor, its tough, dark branches undulating like a nimble hand, tossing a bundle of silk fabric down from the upstairs bedroom.

The silk fabric fluttered down and unfolded, revealing a pair of men's underwear also stained with honey.

“There are no other people’s clothes in the room, so we can confirm that the man is Ricky. This is a bit troublesome.” She bit her red lips and explained to her companions who were looking at her questioningly.

"The situation up there is the same as down there. I can vouch for it with the expertise of a druid. This level of...water output is almost enough to turn a normal person into a dried-up corpse."

Regardless of their status, the group was at least above average in intelligence. Their expressions changed slightly as they realized the darkness lurking behind the seemingly erotic affair.

Beverly took out several magical items and took a deep breath.

"No matter what the other party is, one thing is certain."

"It's definitely not human!"

Chapter 473 A Coincidental Reunion?

"The breath stopped here."

Every loss has its gain. Although the group was burdened by financial difficulties due to their families, tribes, or magical practices, and had to work hard to complete various commissions year after year, they also developed excellent action skills. After a thorough investigation, they found a dry well in the backyard in no time.

Parting the knee-high clover and wild oats, a deep cave entrance appeared before people's eyes.

This old-fashioned well, originally dug to water the garden flowers and plants, was very small, barely big enough to fit a ball. But now, with the bricks cracked and the black soil and turf rolled up, it was forcibly enlarged several times by an unknown force, just enough for an adult to crawl into.

Indeed, even with the eyesight of ordinary people like Mike and Bill, they could clearly see the handprints and footprints on the damp soil at the entrance of the cave.

A faint sound wave shot out from Simon's hand, reverberating along the cave, but after waiting for a long time, there was no echo, as if it were a gate to a bottomless abyss.

“Besides Ricky, there’s another strange remnant of life force.” Beverly, with a look of disgust, picked up a small, white, shiny object from the ground with a dry twig.

The thin sheet, resembling dried paint, was extremely fragile. With the slightest vibration, it turned into dust and dissipated, immediately filling the air with a faint, fishy stench.

"This appears to be mucus secreted by some kind of organism to help reduce friction on the body... Judging from the scene, they were most likely not wearing clothes."

As they listened to her description, a scene involuntarily popped into their minds:

In the semi-abandoned old house under the moonlight, a mysterious non-human creature appeared, its slimy tentacles flailing wildly, pulling the controlled, naked man headlong into a bottomless cave.

Stroking the goosebumps rising on his skin, Bill shook his head vigorously, banishing such bizarre thoughts, and stamped his feet anxiously.

"What should we do now? Should we call the police?"

“The police can’t handle this kind of thing.” The druid girl knelt on the ground, her muscular physique on full display. She grabbed a handful of soil from under her handprint and used her natural magic to analyze the information it contained.

"They entered last night, and at least at that time, Ricky was still alive!"

Beverly glanced at her companions with a troubled expression, then waved her hand as if she had made up her mind.

"It's not too late to catch up now. I'll go scout ahead first. You guys contact them..."

"What are you saying? My dear girl, we've never let a teammate risk their life alone." Holger flashed his white teeth, twisted the muscles in his neck, and gestured with his hands to show off his muscular waist.

"Does anyone have a suitable method to help me widen the tunnel? The food has been too good lately..."

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A gentle breeze blew by, and the white clouds in the sky moved and dispersed, causing the sunlight filtering through the gaps to shift its position.