The Tang couple has returned home.

But their son Shang Youwei’s body is still in the morgue under the jurisdiction of the South City District’s yamen, saying that the case has not yet been clarified, and the body cannot be returned to them.

This is to control them, making them not speak out, otherwise they can forget about getting their son’s body back.

Everything was fine initially, but after the New Year, the family fell apart, and people died.

Tang sighed heavily; he now regretted it deeply, preferring to have a "mad" son than to see a cold, lifeless body.

Although his wife returned home, she just sat in the room, not eating or drinking, just staring at her son’s belongings and crying.

Since their son died, she hadn’t eaten a thing, nor drank a drop of water, and if this went on, she might not last much longer...

Tang knew that these people appeared to be helping them seek justice, but in reality, they were targeting Mr. Lin.

Mr. Lin’s superb medical skills attracted more and more people seeking treatment, so what would other physicians do?

Though he was an ordinary citizen, uneducated and ignorant of grand principles, he understood human nature.

Mr. Lin had infringed on those people’s interests. How could they let him go? They would surely try everything to ruin his reputation and cut off his promising future.

Though he knew all this was wrong, he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

This is the tragedy of the weak.

Their son’s body remained in those people’s hands; although the two of them were released, the threat of withholding the body was to prevent them from speaking out.

If they "spoke nonsense," they wouldn’t retrieve their son’s body.

Tang felt that he had never felt more miserable and helpless in his whole life, also enduring the neighbors’ criticism and contempt.

This home was no longer the same, it was scattered, lifeless, and though they had a mad son before and lived a hard life, at least they had a sliver of hope then. Now, they had nothing.

If it weren’t for the fact that his wife was still around and he needed to retrieve his son’s body for burial, he might have contemplated ending it all.

Alas!

Watching his wife shedding nearly dry tears, the words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn’t know how to console her.

He couldn’t recall how many sighs he had let out.

As night approached, Tang realized his wife hadn’t eaten for a long time, so he decided to go to the kitchen to boil water and cook.

After washing rice and filling the pot with water, he sat down, wiped away his tears, and started the fire.

Suddenly, there came a knock on the door.

At this hour, who would come to his house? Tang got up, hunched over, and went to open the door.

There was no one outside.

Tang thought someone might have mistaken the address, knocked on the wrong door, or it was a prank by one of the neighbor’s children. After closing the door again, he returned to the kitchen to continue making the meal.

Soon, the water boiled, and the aroma of porridge wafted from the pot.

Tang served the porridge and was about to call his wife out for dinner. But as he opened the door to the room, it was pitch dark: "Xiulan, it’s already dark, why haven’t you lit the lamp..."

After lighting the oil lamp on the table and turning back to glance at his wife sitting on the bed, he was instantly shocked.

His wife lay on the bed, head tilted to one side, her body relaxed in an unimaginable position, her eyes wide open, a state only "the dead" could have, with no peace in death.

"Xiulan, my dear..." Tang staggered forward to check her breath and found she had long stopped breathing.

"Xiulan, how could you do this? Our son is gone, and now you leave me alone. How can I go on living without you..." First his son, now his wife; both his loved ones departed, his mental state collapsed, and he fell to the ground, crying out in despair.

This wasn’t just the sky falling; it was pulling away the last breath of his will to live.

At this moment, Lin Miao and Han Chunyang had arrived at Tang’s door.

Is that the sound of crying?

Hearing the intermittent sobs from inside, the two exchanged a glance. Could their worst suspicions be true? Something happened at Tang’s home.

Should they go in?

Han Chunyang looked at Lin Miao, obviously asking for a decision.

They were already at the door; not going in would be a wasted trip.

Lin Miao knocked on the door; no one answered. Having no choice, they decided to enter on their own. This kind of courtyard door posed no challenge to an arrest officer like Han Chunyang, who used a piece of bamboo to wiggle open the latch.

Lin Miao and Han Chunyang walked into the courtyard, examining carefully. They noticed that there was still porridge boiling in the kitchen, steam rising, indicating it had been prepared recently, some already served on the stove.

In the main house, light spilled from the elderly couple’s room, the crying coming from within.

This was definitely trouble.

Lin Miao and Han Chunyang barged into the room, seeing Tang at the bedside, holding his wife, crying into his trembling hands.

"Mr. Shang, Mr. Shang..." Lin Miao called twice, but there was no response. Clearly, Tang had shut down emotionally, mind adrift.

Lin Miao reached over to check Tang’s wife’s breath; finding none, he checked her pulse and shook his head at Han Chunyang.

Had she just expired, with the faintest pulse, there could be a glimmer of hope, but this person had been gone for more than the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn.

She was completely dead; no chance of saving her, not even if a medical sage appeared.

"What happened? Didn’t she just get home today?" Han Chunyang asked in shock. He knew South City District had released the Tang couple.

They had supposedly shown leniency, considering their ignorance and the pain of losing a son, excusing their false accusations.

"Mr. Shang, I am Lin Miao, Mr. Lin. Can I have a look at your wife?" Lin Miao leaned toward Tang, speaking close to his ear.

Tang continued clutching his wife, tears streaming down, apparently hearing nothing. At this time, Lin Miao noticed something unusual about her neck, which wasn’t like a normal human’s neck at all.

Reaching out to touch it, an expression of shock crossed Lin Miao’s face: "Mr. Han, it was murder, her neck was twisted off."

"What?" Han Chunyang exclaimed, about to investigate further when suddenly a noise came from outside in the courtyard.

A group of uniformed constables rushed into the yard.

The leader, Lin Miao might not be familiar, but Han Chunyang recognized him as the constable Gong Sheng from the Public Security Bureau of the South City District.

Suddenly seeing Han Chunyang, Gong Sheng was also taken aback.

"Gong Sheng, what are you doing here?" Han Chunyang’s face darkened, and he asked first.

Gong Sheng turned to look at the constables behind him, and a layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He never expected to encounter Han Chunyang from the Arresting Department here; it was really like seeing a ghost. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Wasn’t it said that only Lin Miao would come alone?

But there was no way; his orders were to kill everyone in the Shang Family’s yard tonight! And then stage it as a scene where they were killed while resisting arrest!

Although the people behind him were wearing constables’ uniforms, they were actually elite assassins from the Green Blade Sect, and these people were carrying out a mission, not under his control.

"Mr. Han, how are you here?" Gong Sheng asked nervously. As a constable of the Public Security Bureau, his status and strength were absolutely incomparable to Mr. Han, a constable at the Arresting Department.

"It’s me asking you, okay?" Han Chunyang also sensed something was wrong. The people with Gong Sheng seemed to be unfamiliar faces; he hadn’t seen them at the South City District Public Security Bureau at all, and their auras were extraordinarily cold, filled with a discomforting vibe.

Could Lin Miao have been right in his guess that tonight was a setup against him?

Using Tang to lure Lin Miao over, then surround him, and finally charge him with murder to close the case?

Everyone’s dead; who would care who the real murderer is?

These people are really ruthless and daring.

"Mr. Gong, why waste so many words with him? Take action!" A man in his thirties behind Gong Sheng drew his sword and swung it directly at Han Chunyang.

Han Chunyang was shocked; he was only at the Peak of Bone Forging Realm, and the aura the opponent showed was actually at the Blood Fusion Realm!

He wasn’t a match, so he quickly rolled on the ground, dodging this deadly strike very clumsily.

Gong Sheng brought a total of five people, all drew their blades and attacked Han Chunyang and Lin Miao, each move a killing blow.

This was to kill them to silence them!

Han Chunyang was so frightened his soul almost left his body; he originally underestimated them; they never intended to frame anyone, just to kill outright.

"Gong Sheng, you are so bold..."

"Mr. Han, no offense, but today it’s either you die or I die!" Gong Sheng gritted his teeth, drew his sword, and charged at Han Chunyang.

Since Lin Miao dared to come alone, he was naturally prepared. Although he didn’t seem to have brought any weapons, the Tang Family has what he needs.

Tang was a bamboo craftsman, and the family lacked nothing but bamboo. Bamboo is a weapon, and it’s a long weapon, which is most suitable for Lin Miao.

A green bamboo in hand, with inner energy infused, it was no different from a steel staff.

Sweep a thousand troops!

Staff skill is best for group battles.

With a sweep of his staff, Lin Miao pushed Han Chunyang to the side of the courtyard, forming an arc with the head and tail of the staff, using the rebound force to force back the five elite assassins from the Green Blade Sect instantly.

With a staff in hand, he could take on a thousand!

"Lin Miao, be careful, they’re not constables from the South City District!" Han Chunyang wiped the sweat from his forehead; if Lin Miao had acted a second later, he would have been cut into three pieces!

"Kill!"

The leader of the Green Blade Sect’s elite assassins attacked once again with a knife. He was a Lower Grade Blood Fusion Realm cultivator; with each slash, there was a force of ten thousand pounds.

The shadows of the knife formed a series of afterimages, as fast as lightning, rushing inward.

Green Blade Sect, Azure Heaven Saber!

Only the core disciples of the Green Blade Sect are qualified to practice this saber skill. Lin Miao did not recognize the Azure Heaven Saber Skill, but he could feel that this saber skill was much more advanced than the previous Fierce Wind Thirteen Blades.

Strike, strike, strike...

Sabers clashed wildly, like driving through a bamboo forest.

The green bamboo in Lin Miao’s hand was cut into over a dozen pieces by the opponent, and he hurriedly used the "Wild Goose Flight" movement technique to dodge, but was still injured by the opponent’s blade, his chest clothes were cut, several slash marks appeared on his chest, and blood seeped out.

The pain in his chest made Lin Miao even more composed; tonight’s battle might be the most dangerous fight since his reincarnation.

The opponent was truly sparing no cost to eliminate him.

The difference in realms was still too large.

From now on, he should craft a handy weapon; otherwise, always being unarmed or using improvised materials was too easy to suffer.

Let’s deal with the current crisis first.

Lin Miao suddenly noticed a machete in the corner of the wall, swept his gaze over, and paused slightly. The expert from the Blood Fusion Realm of the Green Blade Sect, with his combat experience, naturally noticed his intention.

Both rushed towards the machete.

When the opponent’s long sword picked up the machete, Lin Miao suddenly removed his long robe and, rolling it up, struck it fiercely on the opponent’s back.

Tricked!

The Green Blade Sect elite assassin immediately realized that Lin Miao’s target wasn’t the machete, but to use it to draw his attack.

Bang!

The impact on his back made a dull sound, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Such strong force!

Such a young boy, how could he have such terrifying strength? Although his realm wasn’t higher, his strength was in no way inferior.

How did he train?

The remaining four elite assassins of the Green Blade Sect immediately attacked Lin Miao upon seeing this. Lin Miao dipped his long robe into a water tank in the courtyard.

Then, with both hands grabbing it, the soaked long robe spun in the air.

Form a stick with the clothes!

No weapon? I’ll create a weapon and battle with you properly.