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."

But it might as well be a mountain stream during heavy

another spot. "Do you see these marks? This area was clearly scoured by water. Look into the weather records was there a heavy rainstorm

serpent in Wynter's backpack couldn't hold back and hissed, "Yes, Master! I remember it vividly. The rain that day was torrential, and the wind was howling! I couldn't

think about it... the river changed after that rainstorm! Could

awakened intelligence,

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

had to find the root of the river water's problem. The golden parchment didn't seem like it had been burned here but instead looked

the mountain wasn't particularly tall, its proximity

and her group arrived, they immediately drew wary stares. It was unusual for outsiders to come to this area, especially during the

more uneasy she felt. It was an instinctual discomfort, like something primal warning

could pinpoint the source of the feeling, a man, Martin Clove, stepped out to block their path. "This is not a tourist spot. If you're here for fun, go

glanced at Martin. "We're not

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

"I don't have cash on me. How

his shoulder. "I'll think about bringing you guys