The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1706 Rituals for the Gods

Wynter took a few steps closer to the river, intending to inspect further.

However, Dalton, who was standing beside her, grabbed her arm firmly. "There's something there."

Wynter followed his gaze. She had to admit, Dalton had incredible vision. Even from this distance, he had spotted a piece of golden parchment pinned under a stone near the water's edge.

Wynter frowned. "Has someone been burning parchment here?"

The golden parchment was commonly used in funerary rites or ancestral worship, and it certainly wasn't something one would expect to find in a place like this. And, judging by the parchment's condition, it didn't seem like it originated here.

She bent down to pick up the parchment and inspected it before turning to the others. "Balmond, did anyone check the mountains?"

The mountains?

Balmond shook his head. "This river doesn't flow down from the mountains."

slightly. "Not now, maybe. But it might as well

area was clearly scoured by water. Look into the weather records

The rain that day was

of something and quickly continued, "And now that I think about it... the river changed after that rainstorm! Could this be what humans call 'acid

didn't reply to the black serpent. Despite its awakened intelligence,

nod, Wynter instructed, "We'll head to the

the river water's problem. The golden parchment didn't seem like it had been burned here but instead looked like it had been carried downstream. Wynter was almost certain that the water's issue came

wasn't particularly tall, its proximity

wary stares. It was unusual for outsiders to come to this area, especially during the day, as most visitors usually arrived at

felt. It was an instinctual discomfort, like something

out to block their path. "This is not a tourist spot. If you're here for fun, go back to

glanced at Martin. "We're

allowed in." Martin spoke with his chest puffed up. "This mountain may not be tall, but it's full of dry brush. You young folks don't know better. What if you throw away a cigarette

darting his eyes and immediately saw right through him. With a smile, she said, "I don't have cash on me. How about this? If you let us in for a look or guide us yourself, I'll

his shoulder. "I'll think about