Chapter 140: Treasure-Seeking Cicada

Her skull felt like it had been pounded by a sledgehammer. Maria Scurr slowly opened her eyes. She had expected the backseat of a car. Instead, an old-fashioned wooden ceiling met her gaze. A faded lantern hung from a carved beam, casting a dim, warm glow. She pushed herself up and settled against the headboard, scanning the room. It was small, sparsely furnished, yet carried the weight of years. A faint scent of sandalwood and wood resin lingered in the air. "Where… am I?" Maria frowned, a...