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."

"Not now, maybe. But it might as

"Do you see these marks? This area was clearly scoured by water. Look into the

The rain that day was torrential, and the wind was howling! I couldn't control it—it wasn't my doing! That stall owner

"And now that I think about it... the river changed after that rainstorm! Could this be what humans call

to the black serpent. Despite its awakened intelligence, it was obvious it hadn't done much

a decisive nod, Wynter instructed, "We'll

burned here but instead looked like it had been carried downstream. Wynter was almost certain that

proximity to

outsiders to come to this area, especially during the day, as most visitors

was an instinctual discomfort, like something primal warning her of

could pinpoint the source of the feeling, a man, Martin Clove, stepped out to block their

"We're not here

may not be tall, but it's

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

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