"Oh my goodness!"
"Who the hell is that person who would steal even the coffin lid from the charity cemetery?"
At four quarters past the hour of Mao, an old woman who had come to the south city charity cemetery to clean and burn incense for the homeless dead cried out in surprise when she saw that all the coffin lids in the cemetery had disappeared.
Not far from the charity cemetery.
Ji Liangchuan led a group of Junzi Sect disciples dressed in black and wearing masks, kneeling in front of Zuo An, who was also dressed in black.
"Master, your subordinates have searched all the temples, nunneries, beggars' dens, dilapidated temples, old houses, and other places in and around the city where people could hide, but we have found nothing."
"No?"
"Where on earth did that woman go?"
Zuo An turned the Frost Sword in his hand, looked at the dimly lit sky in the distance, his handsome eyebrows furrowed tightly, and he couldn't help feeling a little panicked.
He raised his left hand, took out the account book from his arms, and pursed his thin lips.
Today is the fifth day that woman has been missing. The longer it takes, the more dangerous she will be. If something happens to her, who will repay the debt he owes her?
"Master, there's something going on over there!"
Hearing the old woman's cry, Ji Liangchuan couldn't help but remind Zuo An who was staring at a small notebook in a daze.
"Walk!"
"Go and take a look."
Zuo An, Ji Liangchuan and their group quickly entered the charity cemetery. As soon as they stepped through the gate, they smelled a very unpleasant stench of corpse.
"Oh my god!"
"Who the hell stole the coffin lid from the charity cemetery?"
The old woman was cleaning and tidying up while cursing.
"Old woman, what happened here?" Ji Liangchuan flew directly to the old woman and put a sword with a cold and icy light against her neck.
"Everyone...everyone...grandmasters, please spare me!" The old woman was so frightened by the sudden appearance of a group of masked men in black that she fell to her knees.
"What's going on here?"
Zuo An waved his hand, signaling Ji Liangchuan to step back, and asked the panicked old woman.
"Gentlemen, this old woman is in charge of the funeral home. She comes every morning and evening to clean and burn incense for these 'guests' (the deceased whose bodies are temporarily kept at the funeral home)."
"I was too lazy to come last night because I had a stomachache. But when I came this morning, I discovered that the coffin lids of the 'guests' had been stolen. It's truly wicked! Now I have no choice but to cover them with some cloth."
"Okay, I understand!" Zuo An hesitated for a moment, then took out a gold ingot from his arms and threw it to the old woman.
"Buy them each a new coffin, and the rest will be your reward."
Zuo An glanced leisurely at the old woman whose eyes sparkled at the sight of the gold. He then opened his thin lips and added coldly, "If I knew you were disobeying my orders and secretly pocketing the gold, I'd be punished like this!"
Zuo An raised his hand and hit a big rock beside him, and the big rock immediately broke into pieces and turned into debris.
"Yes, yes, this old woman will definitely not be greedy and will follow the master's instructions to find a good place for all the 'guests' to live." The woman kneeling on the ground nodded and bowed, expressing her opinion to Zuo An.
"Okay, go do your thing!"
Zuo An raised his hand and waved. The old woman thanked him repeatedly before leaving the charity cemetery and heading towards the coffin shop.
"Master, these coffin lids were not stolen, but were shattered by someone with extraordinary martial arts skills using his internal force." Ji Liangchuan said, pointing to some wood chips on the ground.
"It's Pingyangzhi from Tianlong Temple in Zhaoyang Kingdom. It seems something unusual has indeed happened here," Zuo'an said leisurely, his lips parting slightly. His mind immediately flashed back to the monk Wuchen, who had lived in Huamu and Huafu's home in Huaqiao Village.
"who?"
"Who's there?"
Just as Zuo An was about to take his men away, he suddenly heard a slight noise. He then flew to the door of the charity cemetery and pulled out a white figure from behind the gate.
Han Shuying originally planned to come back to feed Hua Qingcheng, but when she found out that a top master had come to the charity cemetery and knew that she was no match for him, she planned to evacuate first. Unexpectedly, she was discovered by Zuo An and arrested.
"you……"
Looking at the man in front of him who was wearing white brocade clothes, with narrow and long phoenix eyes, handsome features, so beautiful that it was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman, and who looked very much like Hua Qingcheng's third husband, Zuo An looked at him with a scrutinizing look, and the words that Lang Mulige, the doctor of the Hua family, had said to him emerged in his mind.
"Zuo'an, Qingqing is missing. She's most likely abducted by Han Shuying."
"I'm not speaking nonsense. The other party is Han Shuying, the former head of Xuanyi Valley. If Han Shuying uses some medicine with special functions and takes advantage of Qingqing's carelessness to attack her, it wouldn't be surprising."
…
The former head of Xuanyi Valley... Han Yichen's mother, Han Shuying... a man who looked like Han Yichen? Zuo An's mind raced, and then he looked at Han Shuying with eyes that suddenly widened.
"You are Han Shuying!"
"explain!"
"Where did you hide Hua Qingcheng?"
Zuo An turned the Frost Sword in his hand and directly placed the sharp sword that could cut through iron like mud across Han Shuying's neck.
"hehe……"
"I don't know what you are talking about, you little brat."
Han Shuying fell into Zuo An's hands, but she refused to admit it.
"Don't think that just because you're Han Yichen's biological mother, I'll treat you with special favor. Hand over Hua Qingcheng, or I won't mind letting this Frost Sword drink your blood!"
Zuo An pushed the sword in his hand directly towards Han Shuying's neck, and then drops of blood oozed out of Han Shuying's snow-white neck, instantly dyeing the collar of her white brocade dress red.
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