The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call ( Wynter Quinnell )

Chapter 1549 Wynter's Brilliance

Wynter sensed a connection between the pandemic, the Wrays' scholarship committee, and Lynette's club. Unfortunately, she had yet to piece it all together. Perhaps, she should visit Lynette at her club.

As Wynter was contemplating, the sudden sound of a water droplet hitting the ground echoed. Elmer and the other Special Unit member, Emilia Patterson, exchanged glances before peering into the villa's deepest recess, where darkness loomed so thick that a flashlight was needed for visibility.

It was surprising to see a villa with all its corners obscured by pillars, blocking the light from reaching through. Even stranger was there wasn't a single lamp in the house-an oddity for a typical household.

Wynter wordlessly switched on her phone's flashlight and walked ahead, with the others following behind. As they stepped into the darkness, the air felt noticeably cooler and heavier, giving a damp and oppressive atmosphere.

When Emilia attempted to advance, Wynter stopped her. "You guys wait here. I'll head inside."

If her instincts were right, some spirits might be lingering inside. Though Wynter would be fine on her own, it could be dangerous for the others.

Holding her phone up, Wynter found that the seemingly ordinary paintings and adornments on the wall had been arranged into a formation. It served to hypnotize the viewers and evoke their deepest fear.

In a less severe case, one would simply find themselves walking around in circles. In the worst-case scenario, they could lose their grip on reality and become trapped in their own fears. Eventually, they would turn aggressive and remain stuck in the same path for days.

Rather than a legitimate formation, it was unorthodox and devious.

Without hesitation, Wynter pulled out a silk scarf and covered her eyes. Before anyone could react, she strode down the corridor until darkness completely enveloped her.

At that moment, Leo emerged from the purple sugilite pendant and warned, "Something's not right up ahead, Master. The resentment is too strong. We won't sense it unless we enter this place. Let me guide you."

Wynter merely hummed in response. As Leo noticed how she skillfully evaded the traps, he wondered if it was a cultivator's unique skill. Unfortunately, his doubts were proven wrong. Before entering the corridor, Wynter already had the key to dispel the formation. One of the paintings mirrored the very path she was treading, and she would never overlook a lucky charm's presence.

Wynter was the only one who could memorize the painting at a glance and analyze its

details. Elders often claimed that it took ten years of cultivation to draw a powerful talisman. And yet, Wynter could manifest the repression with just a stroke.

It seemed that some abilities truly came down to innate talent.

As Wynter ventured deeper, the metallic scent grew stronger-one she recognized too well. Unmistakably, it was the smell of blood.

Lifting her head, Wynter followed the scent to the right. She vaguely resembled a handsome and poised youth with her eyes blindfolded, carrying an air of ascetic mischief.

Wynter altered her course, relying on her keen sense of smell and hearing. The sound of her black boots striking the stone floor echoed through as each step pressed down on the black fog. Something beneath seemed to stir, only to sink back into the ground with Wynter's stomp.

In the end, Wynter was different from Dalton. While she could disperse the black fog wherever she went, he seemed to blend into it. That said, they shared one similarity—both evoked fear in the entities lurking beneath.

Before long, Wynter reached the end of the path and felt her toes hit something.