The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 14

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Chapter 174

Just as Lu Taiguan was about to leave, a door to a room downstairs opened, and Mingyue came out.

Since leaving the Kowloon Walled City Hakka dormitory yesterday and returning to the Mid-Levels villa with Hansheng, she had been asleep and hadn't woken up. Hansheng said she was in her recovery period after returning to life and asked everyone not to disturb her.

Mingyue was wearing Ah Zhi's old-fashioned country-style blue-printed cotton jacket, homespun trousers, and black cloth shoes, which made her look particularly elegant and refined. Lu Taiguan's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Wu, this young lady is so beautiful, a real eye-catcher. If she participated in the Miss Hong Kong pageant, she would definitely outshine all the other beauties and win the crown." Lu Taiguan praised her.

"Mr. Lu is a judge for the annual Miss Hong Kong pageant." He Wuxing interjected.

Wu Daoming smiled and said, "Mingyue is going back to the mainland in a couple of days."

"Oh, what a pity. Hong Kong is full of ordinary women. My hometown is a place that produces beauties. I haven't been back for decades." Lu Taiguan said with some sadness.

Wu Daoming's heart skipped a beat, so he asked, "Mr. Lu, where is your hometown...?"

Lu Taiguan became quite animated as he spoke of his hometown: "My hometown is Taohuajiang in Yiyang, Hunan. There was a song from the 1930s called 'Taohuajiang is a Nest of Beauties,' I wonder if Mr. Wu has heard it? The girls of Taohuajiang have fair and delicate skin, as beautiful as peach blossoms, elegant and graceful, fresh and refined. Wu Jiabang, the Yangtze River Naval Commander and a first-rank official who rose to power during the Taiping Rebellion, was from Xiushan in Yiyang, my hometown. When he left, he told his fellow villagers, 'I will never return without eight wives.' When Commander Wu returned home in glory, wounded in battle, he set up a platform at the foot of Xiushan, sat in the middle, and had eight beautiful women he brought back from the Jianghuai region sit on either side, giving the villagers a feast for the eyes. It is said that his brothers from Taohuajiang, who fought alongside him, also brought back hundreds of palace maids from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. From then on, the genes of these beauties from all over the country have been passed down along the banks of Taohuajiang."

"Mingyue, are you hungry? You haven't eaten for over a day. What would you like to eat?" the nun asked, holding her hand with concern.

"Ah, I haven't had dinner either. How about I treat you all to a late-night snack of bird's nest porridge?" Lu Taiguan suggested, seizing the opportunity.

Wu Daoming, Hansheng, and the others politely declined, saying they had just eaten.

Lu Taiguan looked embarrassed.

At this moment, Granny Wang suddenly said, "Alright, this old woman was just thinking of going for a walk. Why don't you have Mingyue come with me?"

Wu Daoming was taken aback and said, "Since you wish to go for a walk, Master's wife, I would be happy to accompany you."

"No need," Granny Wang said, standing up and walking to Mingyue's side, taking her hand and looking her over carefully.

"That's wonderful. Mr. He, please prepare the carriage," Lu Taiguan instructed.

Hansheng smiled and remained silent. He thought Granny Wang's words must have a deeper meaning.

A few minutes later, Granny Wang and Mingyue accompanied Lu Taiguan out of the villa and got into a Mercedes-Benz.

In the living room, Jing Taiji looked around, thinking to himself, "The opportunity has arrived."

Jing Taiji considered the people in the villa. Apart from Han Sheng, who didn't know martial arts, everyone else—Wu Daoming, the White-Haired Abbess, and that ugly old woman—was highly skilled in martial arts. Especially the tall, thin, and shrill-voiced Liu Jinmo from Qingtian; his martial arts were unfathomable. Just the sight of his steel fingernails revealed his prowess in using hidden weapons.

He could only outsmart them, not overpower them. Besides, his goal was the *Qing Nang Jing*, so he couldn't act rashly, or he'd be trapped. Jing Taiji pondered his chance to strike.

"Dean Jing, why did you come to Hong Kong?" Han Sheng asked, quite puzzled.

Jing Taiji smiled and said, "I went to Poyang Lake to find my master, hoping she could identify an important piece of evidence. Unfortunately, she wasn't in the valley. Ping'er said she came to Hong Kong because the county was pressing her too hard on this matter, so I had no choice but to come to Hong Kong to find her."

"What evidence is so urgent?" Han Sheng asked in surprise.

"Oh, it's two pubic hairs," Jing Taiji said casually.

Wu Daoming was startled upon hearing this and quickly asked, "Pubic hairs?"

Jing Taiji said, "Two pubic hairs, taken from the neck of Director Meng Zhuqi of Nanshan Town. According to the police analysis, this is a burglary and murder case."

Upon hearing this, Wu Daoming thought to himself, "That's strange. Even two pubic hairs were discovered. It seems I need to be extra careful when I go to Wuyuan again.

" "Here, these are the two pubic hairs." Jing Taiji carefully unfolded a small paper package, inside which were two pubic hairs with curled ends placed side by side.

The nun's gaze fell on Wu Daoming, who noticed and blushed slightly. None of this escaped Jing Taiji's notice.

Han Sheng, already understanding, feigned ignorance and asked, "These are just two ordinary hairs, what's so special about them?"

Jing Taiji chuckled and said, "These are no ordinary hairs. They were forcefully injected into Director Meng's neck at the Fengchi acupoints on the back of his neck with extremely profound internal force, closing the Shaoyang and Yangwei points, causing him to faint. If you look closely at these hairs, they are oval-shaped when twirled between your fingers, much thicker than ordinary hairs, indicating that this person's male hormone secretion is extremely vigorous. However, their color is gray, and the hair follicles are not very full, suggesting they belong to a middle-aged or elderly man. However, married middle-aged and elderly men generally suffer from kidney deficiency, and their male hormones are almost depleted. Therefore, this is the pubic hair of an elderly virgin."

The nun glanced at Wu Daoming again, her face flushed with shyness, and Wu Daoming's heart skipped a beat.

Jing Taiji continued, "Using pubic hair as a concealed weapon is called a 'yin cone,' and adding a beard as a 'yang cone.' This originates from incantation magic and is called the 'Zhu You Yin Yang Cone.' Therefore, I want to find my master and ask him clearly who in the world still uses this kind of concealed weapon. Then the culprit's identity will be revealed."

Han Sheng and Wu Daoming exchanged glances, speechless.

Wu Daoming's "Yin Yang Cone" technique was taught to him by his master, Gu Xian, who hadn't told him its origin. He only understood today, after hearing Jing Taiji's explanation, that it was a type of incantation magic. In that case, it must have been Bai Suzhen who taught it to their master. Alas, such intimacy, yet nothing came of it. In comparison, he and his junior sister were much happier.

Wu Daoming's sigh startled Han Sheng.

"Dean Jing, there's something I want to ask you," Han Sheng changed the subject.

"Please speak," Jing Taiji said.

"How is Meng Hongbing's condition?" Han Sheng asked.

"Hansheng, did you transplant two pig testicles into him?" Jing Taiji asked solemnly.

Hansheng was taken aback, neither confirming nor denying.

"Something happened to him. Can we talk about this privately?" Jing Taiji said.

"Of course, let's talk in my room. Mr. Liu, please put your suitcase away first." Hansheng stood up, wanting Jing Taiji to leave Wu Daoming as soon as possible.

Jing Taiji was delighted. He deliberately left the two pubic hairs on the coffee table, carrying his and Hansheng's teacups in both hands, and followed Hansheng into the room.

"What happened to Meng Hongbing?" Hansheng asked.

"He's developed a split personality, fantasizing that he's a boar." Jing Taiji glanced at his watch; it was getting late, and he needed to hurry.

He downed his tea in one gulp and said apologetically, "Could you please pour me another cup? The dinner tonight was too lavish."

Hansheng nodded, took his teacup, and went out.

With lightning speed, Jing Taiji pulled an envelope from his pocket, took out the Zhuyou powder wrapped in glutinous rice paper, tore the rice paper, poured half a packet of powder into Han Sheng's teacup, and then quickly put the envelope away.

The powder quickly dissolved in the brownish-red tea. Just then, Han Sheng's footsteps sounded at the door.

"Thank you," Jing Taiji rose to greet him, taking the teacup and closing the door behind him.

Jing Taiji sat down and slowly recounted the many changes Meng Hongbing had undergone since his testicle transplant.

"He's now essentially a human body, but inside he's completely become a boar, a breeding boar," Jing Taiji said slowly.

Han Sheng remained silent, feeling his mouth dry. As a doctor, he absolutely shouldn't have acted this way. At the time, it was merely an instinctive desire for revenge. That guy had not only murdered Shen Caihua but also harassed Lan'er in every way. No man with blood in his veins would remain indifferent. Thinking this, he picked up the teacup and slowly drank it all… Jing Taiji felt a surge of joy, thinking, "Han Sheng has finally gotten the hang of it." He touched the pen and notebook he had prepared days ago in his pocket. Han Sheng didn't know martial arts, so the drug would take effect soon. He would then extract all the secret formulas from the *Qing Nang Jing*, and later find an opportunity to kill him. In this world, he, Jing Taiji, would be the only divine doctor.

Jing Taiji was like a cunning hunter, watching his prey walk step by step into his trap, a smug smile on his face.

Wu Daoming sat on the sofa, silently staring at the two pubic hairs on the coffee table, pondering repeatedly. In a few days, he would be traveling to Wuyuan with He Wuxing and others, carrying the remains to be buried. However, judging from the current situation, the threat from the mainland public security had become a reality. Meng Zhuqi and Huang Qiansui fully knew that the Yin-Yang Cone was his unique hidden weapon, so this trip north would be extremely dangerous. He had to be extra careful. In case anything happened, he needed to settle his junior sister first.

The nun, her face flushed, chuckled and twirled the two pubic hairs between her fingers, saying, "Brother Dao, how can you just throw these things away like that?"

Wu Daoming sighed, unable to laugh, and instead let out a long sigh. He silently took the pubic hairs and placed them back on the coffee table, saying softly, "Let's go inside and talk."

The two returned to the room, where Wu Daoming's brows were furrowed, looking deeply troubled.

"Brother Dao, what's wrong that's making you so unhappy?" the nun asked.

Wu Daoming said, "In a few days, I'll be going to Nanshan Village with Mr. Lu's men to transport the remains for burial at Taijiyun. You'll wait for me at the villa, and Wang Ma will take care of you. Tomorrow, I'll give you the bank account number and the property deed, and we'll go to a law firm together. In the presence of a lawyer, I'll be writing a will. In case of any unforeseen circumstances, this house and property will be yours to inherit. This is just in case."

Upon hearing this, the nun's expression changed drastically, and she said seriously, "Brother Dao, do you feel there's any danger?"

Wu Daoming shook his head and smiled, "No, I'm just doing this in case. There's actually no possibility. It just makes me feel more at ease, that's all."

"Brother Dao, why think so much? Don't worry, there will be absolutely no danger," the nun smiled slightly and said, "Because I will be going with you."

"No, you must stay," Wu Daoming argued.

"Brother Dao, if you are in danger, how can I, your little sister, live like a walking corpse in Hong Kong? Since that's the case, having me by your side will actually reduce your danger. We survived the near-death experience at Moon Lake; I will never leave you." The nun's tenderness was tempered with unwavering resolve.

Wu Daoming said wistfully, "I, Wu Daoming, am fortunate to have met my junior sister; I have no regrets in this life."

Outside the room, Liu Jinmo coldly picked up the two pubic hairs, struck a match, and lit them, emitting a burnt smell.

"So fussy, how can you be a true江湖人 (jianghu person, a person of the martial arts world)?" He said, blowing on them, and the pubic hair ash scattered and disappeared into the air.

Chapter 175:

The Mandarin Oriental Hotel, located on Connaught Road in Central, Hong Kong, has always been hailed as a "Central landmark." The window seats offer beautiful night views of Victoria Harbour. From the lobby's decor and paintings to the charcoal grills in the steakhouse, it's clear this is a traditional British hotel.

Lu Taiguan, Granny Wang, and Mingyue sat at the antique table by the window on the 24th floor. Little did they know that 28 years later, from this very window, the famous Hong Kong singer and actor Leslie Cheung would leap to his death.

The Taiwanese geomancer He Wuxing, a national treasure-level geomancer, sat at another table behind them, ordering some dishes and drinking alone. Four bodyguards stood guard at the lobby entrance.

The late-night snack was Thai ginger bird's nest porridge, containing abalone, sea cucumber, and shark fin, its aroma irresistible.

"In ancient times, only royalty and nobility could enjoy this kind of bird's nest," Lu Taiguan declared confidently, his eyes constantly fixed on Mingyue. "This golden bird's nest is like a noble and elegant young lady, to be admired from afar, not to be touched. She's comparable to little Mingyue."

Granny Wang scooped a spoonful with her small spoon and tasted it. It was indeed incredibly delicious, with a lingering aftertaste. She nodded and said, “Ancient books record that, ‘In the distant seas near the barbarians of Fujian, there is a swallow called Golden Silk. Its head and tail resemble a swallow but it is much smaller, and its feathers are like golden silk. When it is about to lay eggs and raise its young, it flies in flocks to the sandy mud with rocks, pecking at snails to eat. When merchants were asked, they heard from the locals that the snails have two ribs on their backs that resemble silkworm silk, firm, clean, and white. Eating them can replenish deficiencies and cure dysentery. Therefore, when the swallows eat them, the meat dissolves but the ribs do not, and they vomit their saliva, which forms a small nest attached to the rocks. After a long time, they fly away with their chicks, and the seafarers collect it at the appropriate time, hence the name 'bird's nest.' It can greatly nourish lung yin, resolve phlegm and stop coughing, replenishing and clearing, making it a holy medicine for treating deficiency and tuberculosis.”

Lu Taiguan clicked his tongue. He exclaimed in admiration, "Elder sister, you are well-versed in pharmacology and have a wealth of knowledge. I admire you greatly."

Mingyue lowered her head, her clear eyes silently fixed on the bird's nest in the bowl, and murmured, "The nest is eaten, but where will the swallows live?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Taiguan was taken aback, and slowly said, "Young sister, you are so sentimental, it makes one feel sorry for you. If you have any difficulties, please don't hesitate to ask, and I, Lu, will certainly do my best to help."

Granny Wang, seeing this, smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Lu is indeed a man who cherishes women. I heard you say that your hometown is Xiushan Mountain by the Peach Blossom River in Yiyang, Hunan?"

Lu Taiguan's gaze shifted to Granny Wang, and he said, "That's right. Elder sister, do you know Xiushan Mountain?" Granny Wang

smiled sweetly and said, "I want to ask you about someone."

"Who?" Lu Taiguan asked in confusion.

Granny Wang said, "At the foot of Xiushan Mountain, by the Peach Blossom River, there is a bald old woman who terrifies even ghosts."

Upon hearing this, Lu Taiguan's face suddenly changed, his face turned red, and he remained silent.

Granny Wang sneered, "Mr. Lu has wandered for decades, achieving great success. Have you forgotten the trust placed in you by your old friend?"

At that moment, He Wuxing slithered over silently like an eel, his chopsticks flashing as he stabbed towards Granny Wang's Baihui acupoint on the top of her head… Two crisp "plop" sounds rang out as He Wuxing watched his chopsticks pierce the old woman's skull, her brains splattering everywhere… "Hmph, such shallow skill, can it even hurt an old woman?" Granny Wang's voice came from across the table.

He Wuxing looked closely and saw that his chopsticks had pierced Granny Wang's bowl of bird's nest porridge, the broth splashing all over the table.

“Incantation magic…” He Wuxing muttered to himself, his hands falling limply to his sides. He looked at Granny Wang, composed himself, and said, “It really is incantation magic. I never imagined there would be someone on the continent who knew this strange art.”

Lu Taiguan frowned at He Wuxing, then turned to Granny Wang and nodded, saying, “Please forgive him, elder sister. Mr. He only wanted to test you; he had no intention of harming you. He Wuxing, quickly apologize to elder sister.”

“Elder sister, please forgive my rudeness.” He Wuxing bowed respectfully.

“Madam, are you in trouble?” The observant male supervisor approached and gently asked Granny Wang.

Grandma Wang smiled faintly and said, "No, thank you."

The head waiter respectfully continued, "Madam, would you like a new tablecloth?"

Grandma Wang waved her hand and said, "No need."

"If you need anything, please let me know," the male head waiter said politely as he left.

"Sit down," Grandma Wang said to He Wuxing with a kind smile, her voice carrying an air of authority.

He Wuxing obediently sat down in the chair, looking embarrassed.

Grandma Wang slowly said, "Your name is He Wuxing? Since you know about Zhuyou magic, you must have some background. Who is your master? Tell me."

He Wuxing was taken aback, then straightened his back and said confidently, "The famous national treasure-level Zhuyou master in Taiwan, from Nanzhuang, Miaoli in the northwest, known as 'Hakka Granny,' is my master." In the blink of an eye

, Grandma Wang struck with lightning speed, grabbing He Wuxing's wrist at the Neiguan point. Her five fingers were like hooks, and He Wuxing felt half of his body go numb, unable to move, breaking out in a cold sweat.

“Hmm, the Ren meridian is fire, the Du meridian is cold, Yin and Yang are reversed, he's gone mad from practicing qi cultivation, indeed from the Zhu You lineage,” Granny Wang muttered to herself.

“Elder sister, what is this…” Lu Taiguan asked in surprise.

Granny Wang didn't answer, but said to He Wuxing, “Do you know who I am?”

“Who is elder sister?” He Wuxing asked tremblingly.

“Hmph, go back and ask your master, who is the ‘Hakka Holy Mother’? None of the descendants of Zhu You are any good enough, get out of here.” Granny Wang released her hand and said angrily.

He Wuxing stood up awkwardly, looking at Lu Taiguan.

Lu Taiguan turned to Granny Wang and said, “Elder sister, may I say a few words to Wuxing?”

“Please go ahead.” Granny Wang said casually.

Lu Taiguan pulled He Wuxing outside the hall.

“Mr. Lu, I…” He Wuxing stammered.

“No need to say anything, go back to No. 911 on the mountaintop and keep an eye on Wu Daoming and the others for me.” Lu Taiguan ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Lu," He Wuxing replied, bowing his head and hurrying away.

Granny Wang smiled at Mingyue and said kindly, "Mingyue, become my disciple. You will become a true successor of the Central Plains Zhuyou School."

Mingyue gazed at Granny Wang with her clear eyes. After a long while, she shook her head and said softly, "I must see him."

"See whom?" Granny Wang asked, puzzled.

"The most important, and only, man in my life," Mingyue sighed.

"Can you tell Granny? Perhaps it can help you," Granny Wang said.

"He said he would come back to marry me after graduating next year," Mingyue said in a barely audible voice.

Granny Wang looked at Mingyue's pitiful appearance and felt a pang of pity. She said slowly, "Good child, tell Granny what grievances you have, and Granny will help you."

"He is a good man, and his grandfather is a good man too. They would never poison me. I must ask him clearly," Mingyue murmured, her head bowed.

Granny Wang had already discerned that Mingyue had just recovered from a state of intermediate state; this child must have unspeakable sorrows.

"Where is that man?" Granny Wang asked.

"The capital," Mingyue replied, raising her eyes.

Alas, people are ultimately unable to overcome the barrier of "love." She and Gu Xian were also troubled by love, eventually separated by death. The one who once shared her bed had long since turned to piles of bones, while she remained alone year after year, gazing at the moonlit night and yearning for him, her heart breaking at the sound of the breeze. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shared suffering.

Lu Taiguan returned to the dining table and gently sat down.

"How many years have you been dead?" Granny Wang suddenly asked him.

Lu Taiguan was startled, his face flushed, and after a long while, he stammered, "June 1942, the Hukawng Valley in Burma. That's 33 years."

Mingyue, hearing this, widened her eyes, staring at Lu Taiguan in astonishment.

"Are you a member of the Chinese Expeditionary Force?" Granny Wang asked.

"Lieutenant General Wu Taiguan, Deputy Commander under Commander Du Luming," Lu Taiguan said, a chill running down his spine.

Grandma Wang nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that many people died in that battle."

Lu Taiguan said, "More than 30,000 soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force perished in the Hukawng Valley."

"And how did you meet the bald old woman?" Grandma Wang asked.

Lu Taiguan's eyes reddened, he paused, and slowly recounted a tragic story…

At the end of the year, the Pacific War broke out, and the Japanese army invaded Burma, attempting to cut off the Burma Road and prevent the transport of strategic supplies to China. To protect the Burma Road, in March 1942, the Nationalist government dispatched 100,000 elite troops to form an expeditionary force to Burma to fight alongside the British and American Allies against Japan. However, due to poor Allied cooperation and defeats, the expeditionary force had to retreat back to China. The Japanese army cut off the expeditionary force's return route, and Commander Du Yuming chose an extremely dangerous path back—crossing a primeval forest called the Hukawng Valley to enter the country.

Northern Myanmar is a tropical rainforest, often inhabited by wild men, hence its name "Savage Mountain." Stretching for thousands of miles and extending over 200 kilometers in depth, the mountains are covered in towering trees, shrouded in perpetual darkness. Wild beasts roam freely, and leeches are everywhere, making resupply difficult for large troops. At the end of May, the Chinese Expeditionary Force abandoned all

its supplies and retreated north of Myitkyina… In June 1942, tens of thousands of exhausted Expeditionary Force soldiers entered this primeval forest, beginning their "death journey." Tens of thousands of soldiers lost their way in the vast forest. Soon, they ran out of food and fell into starvation. General Dai Anlan, commander of the wounded 200th Division, died here. The primeval forest was damp and suffocating, swarming with mosquitoes, gnats, and countless other insects, like a miasma. Malaria, relapsing fever, and tetanus were rampant. Some soldiers developed high fevers and, upon fainting, were immediately sucked blood by leeches and gnawed by ants. Combined with the erosion from heavy rains, they were reduced to skeletons within hours. Everywhere, the skeletons of Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers who died from disease, exhaustion, and hunger could be seen, often piled around gun racks.

Just when all hope seemed lost, an American patrol discovered these desperate Chinese troops in the rainforest. They dispatched numerous C-47 transport planes, dropping large quantities of medicine, food, clothing, and even razors and combs. Most importantly, they airdropped several brave liaison officers. Ultimately, these officers led the surviving Chinese Expeditionary Force soldiers out of the Hukawng Valley, across the Nu River, and back to Yunnan. Only a little over three thousand remained.

A memorial song goes: Under the dark trees, by the rushing waters, in the departed June and July, in the deserted mountains, your bodies still struggled to return, while nameless wildflowers bloomed on your heads.

The excruciating hunger, the devastation of the flash floods, the bites of poisonous insects, and the agonizing nights—you couldn't bear it and wanted to tell people, but now the thriving trees have forgotten it all.

In the past, it was your struggle against death; you died for the survival of those who lived. That fierce struggle hasn't ended, yet you, within the cycle of the forest, no longer hear of it.

Quietly, on that forgotten hillside, the dense rain still falls, the gentle breeze still blows; no one knows that history once passed here, leaving behind heroic spirits that have become part of the tree trunks and multiplied.

This is the tragic experience of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, but who remembers them today? Most of the soldiers were from Hunan; many came from my hometown, Xiushan.”

At this point, Lu Taiguan began to sob.

Chapter 176

“Your bodies are still struggling to return, while nameless wildflowers have already bloomed all over your heads…” Mingyue repeated those two sentences, crystal tears dripping down her face.

Lu Taiguan silently rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms, which were covered in scars, some sunken and dark in color.

“What happened to you…” Granny Wang asked in surprise.

“When a person is so hungry that they can hardly bear it, and their mind becomes delirious, they can only eat their own flesh…” Lu Taiguan’s face contorted in pain, his body trembling slightly.

Granny Wang remained silent.

“I died on a dark night in June, lying alone in the damp jungle, leeches and ants biting me. My tattered military uniform couldn’t cover my naked body. I would become an unknown skeleton. Before I died, there was no war, no killing in my mind, only the clear Peach Blossom River of my hometown and the beautiful girl washing clothes by the riverbank…” Lu Taiguan murmured.

"And then?" Mingyue asked, her eyes wide.

Lu Taiguan continued, "In that vast, primeval forest, a person unrelated to the war appeared. She came from the distant Xiushan Mountain in Hunan to the Savage Mountain to gather herbs. She was the bald old woman by the Peach Blossom River. She found my still-warm body, recognized me, and said, 'The descendants of the Wu family shouldn't die like this.' Then she forced me to drink a herb, and from then on, the Chinese Expeditionary Force turned Wu Taiguan into a blood corpse."

"A blood corpse?" Mingyue looked at Lu Taiguan in surprise.

"Are you from the Wu family of Xiushan?" Granny Wang asked.

"My ancestor was Wu Jiabang, the Admiral of the Yangtze River Navy and a first-rank official," Lu Taiguan replied.

"Hmm, no wonder the bald old woman saved you. You two are related, aren't you?" Granny Wang said.

"She's my aunt," Lu Taiguan said.

Granny Wang said, "So that's how it is. The bald old woman is my junior sister. We are three fellow disciples; she's the second oldest. The youngest, the third, married a Kuomintang officer and went to Taiwan in '49. She must be the so-called 'Hakka Granny.'"

"I'm sorry, I should call you Auntie. I was very rude just now," Lu Taiguan said respectfully.

Granny Wang slowly said, "This old woman has long forgotten worldly formalities. In the year of Liberation, the bald old woman had a premonition that she wouldn't live much longer, so she asked someone to bring me a letter. In the letter, she said that several years ago, in the primeval forest of Myitkyina, she used a ritual to transform a Wu family member into a corpse. After her death, she instructed that person to bring her remains to Poyang Lake Valley and bury them next to her master's grave. That person is you."

Lu Taiguan blushed, looking extremely embarrassed, and stammered, "After I became a blood corpse, I hid in my hometown..." "I lived here until 1949. Before my aunt passed away, she found me and asked me to exhume her body and send her remains to Poyang Lake Valley in northern Jiangxi three years after her death. However, to avoid the nationwide suppression of counter-revolutionaries, I fled overnight and never returned to my hometown in Hunan."

Lu Taiguan's mood gradually calmed down, and he told Granny Wang that after fleeing his hometown, he came to Hong Kong, changed his name to Lu Taiguan, and engaged in the jade trade from Myanmar. Over the decades, he had become successful, but he had never dared to return to his hometown.

Granny Wang nodded and said, "Blood corpses can live like normal people, but they cannot marry and have children. They also suffer from massive bleeding from all nine orifices once a month, after which they need fresh blood. How do you obtain fresh human blood? You wouldn't do anything heinous, would you?"

"I wouldn't dare. Another reason I've stayed in Hong Kong is that I can buy fresh blood from finished products at hospitals. I probably couldn't do that back on the mainland," Lu Taiguan quickly explained.

"Humans have seven orifices, why do you say nine?" Mingyue asked疑惑地.

Lu Taiguan pointed to his head and said, "Two eyes, two ears, two nostrils, and one mouth are the seven orifices," then pointed to his lower body and said, "The anus and urethra are the two orifices, making a total of nine orifices. Women have one more, making ten."

Mingyue blushed upon hearing this and fell silent.

Granny Wang glared at Lu Taiguan and said, "Go aside first. I want to speak with Mingyue alone."

"Yes, Auntie." Lu Taiguan respectfully withdrew.

Granny Wang looked at Mingyue and said sincerely, "Mingyue, life is short, and some things cannot be delayed. Granny is willing to go with you to see the man who is causing you so much distress, and end this entanglement, okay?"

Mingyue pondered for a long time, and finally seemed to have made up her mind, raising her head and saying, "I am already a disciple of the nameless nun. If I were to switch to Granny's as my master, I would need my master's permission."

"That's easy. She is Wu Daoming's wife. I'll go and talk to her," Granny Wang said cheerfully.

“I want to go back to Wuyuan. He’ll be back in December before the Spring Festival,” Mingyue said softly, her head bowed.

“Okay, I’ll take you there tomorrow,” Granny Wang said with a smile.

Chapter 177

In the room of the villa halfway up the mountain, Jing Taiji looked at Hansheng with a strange expression. It should be about time, he thought.

“Do you see any changes in me?” Jing Taiji asked cautiously.

Hansheng looked at Jing Taiji suspiciously and said, “Your changes? No, just a strange expression.”

Hmm, the medicine hasn’t fully taken effect yet. Let’s wait a little longer. Jing Taiji changed the subject and said, “Hansheng, we’re both doctors. You didn’t have a rejection reaction to Meng Hongbing’s pig testicle transplant surgery. What do you think?”

Hansheng paused and casually replied, “Meng Hongbing is the director’s son. He has a good life and eats pork every day, so his immune system naturally doesn’t reject pigs.”

“Do you see any changes in me now?” Jing Taiji probed again.

Hansheng shook his head, indicating that he didn’t.

Jing Taiji continued, "I sensed that the liquid in that bottle played a crucial role. It acted as a mediator between the organs of two different species, suppressing the rejection reaction. Don't you think so?"

"Yes," Han Sheng replied listlessly.

"What kind of liquid is it?" Jing Taiji asked, observing Han Sheng's mental state.

Han Sheng didn't answer; frankly, he didn't like this person.

"Have I changed now?" Jing Taiji repeated the previous question.

Han Sheng, annoyed by Jing Taiji's inexplicable repetition of the same question, said irritably, "Yes, I have changed."

Jing Taiji was secretly delighted, quickly suppressing his excitement, and asked, "What exactly is that mysterious liquid?"

"A slug," Han Sheng yawned, telling him to stop bothering him.

"You mean a slug? A mollusk similar to a snail?" Jing Taiji trembled with nervousness; Han Sheng had finally spoken the truth, and the effects of the Zhu You San were beginning to take hold.

“Of course, its bodily fluids are neutral. There are many similar plants and animals in nature.” Han Sheng yawned again.

Jing Taiji felt the time was right and should get straight to the point, so he asked again, “Do I look tall now?”

Han Sheng casually replied, “You’re incredibly tall.” In his heart, however, he scoffed, thinking, “What a petty person.”

Jing Taiji was overjoyed, his voice trembling with excitement: “You, you found the *Qing Nang Jing* in the ancient tomb?” He had to hurry. His trembling hand reached into his pocket, pulled out a small notebook, unscrewed the pen cap, and prepared to start taking notes.

Upon hearing this, Han Sheng immediately became alert, his mind filled with doubt. How could Jing Taiji know about the *Qing Nang Jing*? He had only ever told his father about it; could it be that his father had told others? That was impossible!

"Who told you?" Han Sheng countered.

Jing Taiji laughed and said, "Of course, it was your father, Dr. Zhu, who told me."

Oh no, something had happened to his father! Han Sheng snapped out of his drowsiness, his mind instantly racing. But his father was an extremely cautious man; he wouldn't have told anyone unless… he was unconscious. Recalling Jing Taiji's series of repetitive questions, perhaps… Han Sheng seemed to understand. Inside

the room, the old patriarch put the child on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and then, leaving the door ajar, went into the living room. He saw Liu Jinmo sitting alone on the sofa watching TV, waiting for Jing Taiji to come out from Han Sheng's room. In short, this Dean Jing seemed suspicious; it was best to be cautious.

“Old Liu, let’s have a drink. Wu Daoming has quite a collection of foreign liquors in his cabinet.” The old man said, reaching into the cabinet and pulling out two bottles of Macallan whisky.

These were two 25-year-old Scotch single malt whiskies, with a fruity aroma reminiscent of brandy, and an alcohol content of 57%, the highest among British distilled spirits.

“Hmm, the bottles are pretty, but they taste like fruit wine?” The old man downed more than half a bottle in one gulp.

“Foreign liquors have a strong aftereffect, don’t drink too much,” Liu Jinmo advised, taking a small sip himself.

The old man chuckled nonchalantly and gulped down another large mouthful.

Inside the room, Shen Caihua emerged from under the covers, softly calling, “Mommy.” Then he quietly jumped off the bed, the wrinkled baby girl dozing drowsily on his back.

The ghost baby leaped to the door, looked outside, then slipped out and crawled down the corridor towards the room where Zhu Biao had stayed.

As the old man drank, his eyes darted to the top shelf of the liquor cabinet, where some flat crystal bottles of wine, their amber color incredibly tempting, were displayed. He downed his whiskey in one gulp, stood up, pulled out a large, bell-shaped crystal bottle, twisted off the cap, and took another big gulp. It was a bottle of Louis XIII French brandy, worth tens of thousands of yuan.

"Sigh, what foreign liquor? It's just not as good as baijiu," the old man muttered between sips.

Shen Caihua pushed open the half-closed door and climbed inside. "Mom," he called, his dark pupils contracting and searching helplessly. He even leaped onto the large windowsill, peering out.

Finally, he opened the window, hoisted the wrinkled baby girl onto his back, and jumped into the garden.

In the living room, the old patriarch was still grumbling as he drank brandy, complaining to Liu Jinmo, "Sigh, what do I lack compared to that old white-haired monster? Xiaoying actually went to live with him, I just can't understand it." He rambled on, oblivious to the fact that the babies were gone.

"Because the old man from Xiangxi is a man, that's how the world works. What can you do?" Liu Jinmo sipped his own liquor, patiently trying to comfort him.

The old patriarch had finished his Louis XIII, yawning repeatedly, his eyelids drooping, the aftereffects of the liquor kicking in.

Liu Jinmo looked at the old patriarch, a wry smile on his face, and slowly sipped his own.

"Dean Jing, you tampered with my tea," Han Sheng said calmly, looking directly at Jing Taiji.

Jing Taiji was startled. Han Sheng's clear eyes held no trace of confusion; he realized the incantation hadn't worked at all.

"You..." Jing Taiji's mind raced, unable to fathom where he had gone wrong with the medicine he had given.

"You gave my father the same medicine, you harmed him, didn't you?" Han Sheng continued to ask.

Jing Taiji chuckled dryly, "I didn't harm your family. They'll be fully recovered in an hour or two."

"Them? You even poisoned Lan'er's family?" Han Sheng exclaimed in shock.

Jing Taiji shrugged and said, "I couldn't help it, they all live together."

"You despicable scoundrel!" Han Sheng roared furiously.

"Shh... keep your voice down." Jing Taiji acted swiftly, his body flashing, his arm bending, and a finger struck the Yamen acupoint below the spinous process of the first cervical vertebra on the back of Han Sheng's neck. The

Yamen acupoint is one of the most important acupoints on the Du meridian, the meeting point of the Du meridian and the Yangwei meridian. Ya means unable to speak, and Men means gate or entrance. It signifies that excessive dissipation and retraction of Yang energy in the Du meridian can cause a person to lose their voice, hence the name Yamen acupoint. When this acupoint is struck, it impacts the medulla oblongata, causing anything from muteness to sudden unconsciousness.

Han Sheng, completely ignorant of martial arts, was unable to dodge the sudden attack of a master like Jing Taiji, and immediately felt dizzy and speechless.

Jing Taiji smiled apologetically and said, "Han Sheng, I'm truly sorry. Please bear with me for a moment; it's not convenient to talk here. Let's find somewhere else to discuss this properly."

With that, Jing Taiji took a heavy five-yuan coin from his pocket, placed it in his palm, and opened the door.

In the living room, Liu Jinmo was supporting his drunken ancestor, walking step by step towards his room, just as Jing Taiji stepped out.

Liu Jinmo quickly glanced into the room out of the corner of his eye and saw Han Sheng sitting at the table, so he felt relieved.

“Mr. Liu, this is from Hansheng,” Jing Taiji reached out to Liu Jinmo’s chest and called back into the room, “Hansheng, the coin is for Mr. Liu.”

Liu Jinmo nodded, preparing to free one hand to take the coin. He wondered why Hansheng had given him a coin, and a sense of unease crept into his mind. Why hadn’t Hansheng handed it to him personally, but instead had Jing Taiji do it for him? Hansheng sat there, something seemed amiss… Oh no! By the time he realized it, it was too late… Jing Taiji flicked his finger, and the coin, less than two feet from Liu Jinmo, struck the Tanzhong acupoint on Liu Jinmo’s chest in an instant. Liu Jinmo’s body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

Jing Taiji then changed his finger into a palm and slashed at the patriarch’s Tanzhong acupoint.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the old ancestor was dragged down by Liu Jinmo's sudden weakness, his chest tilted, and Jing Taiji's palm actually slashed past the Tanzhong acupoint, diagonally inserting into the old ancestor's clothes... Jing Taiji felt his palm was very soft, warm and smooth, and his heart suddenly pounded. Instantly, his arm went weak, and his five fingers involuntarily clenched...

Chapter 178

Jing Taiji was startled, his face slightly red, and he looked closely at the old ancestor. The old ancestor was still drunk and completely unaware. Jing Taiji reluctantly withdrew his hand, and his palm was covered with white milk. He brought it to his nose and smelled it, licking it with his tongue. It tasted like brandy.

Jing Taiji reached out and carried the old ancestor to his room, placing him on the bed. He then returned to the corridor, picked up Liu Jinmo, and put him on the bed next to the old ancestor. He pulled a blanket over them, thought for a moment, then gently slipped Liu Jinmo's hand inside the old ancestor's clothes, pressing it against his breast. He smiled knowingly and quietly closed the door.

"Hansheng, let's go," Jing Taiji said, grabbing Hansheng's arm, his fingers like pincers.

Hansheng was helpless, his mute body restrained, unable to utter a sound. He could only be forced out of the villa and into the courtyard. Jing Taiji listened carefully for any movement, then gently unlatched the iron gate and led them to the mountaintop path.

A tall magnolia tree stood in front of the courtyard. A person sat on a branch, hidden in the dappled moonlight, silently watching the two figures emerge from the villa. Then, to his surprise, he saw, in the cool moonlight, a baby carrying another baby quietly crawling out of the courtyard… A taxi drove down from Taiping Mountain. Jing Taiji waved, flagged it down, opened the door, pushed Han Sheng into the back seat, and then climbed in himself, sitting beside Han Sheng. He slammed the door shut.

In that instant, Shen Caihua, carrying the wrinkled baby girl, leaped up and landed lightly on the roof of the car, crawling on his stomach, his tiny hands gripping the roof rack.

The car drove away, and the person who had been perched on the tree branch silently jumped down. Moonlight shone on his face; this person was none other than He Wuxing, the Taiwanese feng shui master.

He Wuxing walked out of the iron gate and went straight to the residence of Lu Taiguan at No. 900 across the street. He then made a phone call to the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Central, Hong Kong.

"This is Lu Taiguan," came Lu Taiguan's voice from the receiver.

He Wuxing reported what he had just witnessed in detail. Lu Taiguan listened and pondered for a long time without saying a word.

"Continue to keep watch, stay far away, don't be discovered, we'll be back soon," Lu Taiguan finally instructed.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Taiguan returned to the dining table and said to Granny Wang, "Auntie, something has happened at Mr. Wu Daoming's house."

Granny Wang asked, "What happened?"

"Your apprentice and Hansheng got into a taxi, along with those two babies," Lu Taiguan said.

Granny Wang understood immediately. She thought to herself, "Jing Taiji took advantage of my absence to harm Hansheng. For the sake of the *Qing Nang Jing*, he disregarded his master's good advice. How come none of the Zhu You disciples are any good?"

She turned to look at Mingyue, thinking, "She is the one who will inherit my mantle in the future."

Lu Taiguan's Mercedes-Benz sped back to the Mid-Levels villa.

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Wu Daoming and his nun were watching television. ATV was hosting a discussion with zoology experts, senior police officers from the Hong Kong Police Force, and current affairs commentators, providing in-depth analysis and reporting on the murder of Jeff and the giant at the Mid-Levels villa.

Just then, a car horn sounded downstairs. Wu Daoming went to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and looked out. He saw Granny Wang, Lu Taiguan, and others get out of the car and walk into the yard.

"They're back," Wu Daoming

said, as he and his nun went downstairs to the living room. Granny Wang, her face grim, instructed Wu Daoming, "Check which people are missing from the houses."

Wu Daoming was startled and quickly checked each room. Finally, he came to the old master's room and found Liu Jinmo lying on his side, covered with a blanket, sleeping next to the old master. He was immediately puzzled.

The nun came in and exchanged bewildered glances with Wu Daoming.

Wu Daoming coughed loudly twice. The old woman groggily opened her eyes and felt a hand pressing against her breast. She was immediately shocked, sobering up considerably. She quickly lifted the covers to take a closer look and saw that Liu Jinmo was taking advantage of her.

At this moment, Granny Wang, Mingyue, and Lu Taiguan were already standing by the bed.

The old woman blushed with shame, her purple pimples appearing even more vivid. She gently pulled away Liu Jinmo's groping hand, stammering and unable to speak.

Granny Wang snorted and said, "Daoming, release Liu Jinmo's Tanzhong acupoint."

Wu Daoming looked closely and indeed, her Tanzhong acupoint had been pressed. Tanzhong is an important acupoint on the Ren meridian. The Qi of the Foot Taiyin, Foot Shaoyin, Hand Taiyang, and Hand Shaoyang converges at the Tanzhong pericardium acupoint. When struck, the internal Qi dissipates, causing panic, confusion, and loss of consciousness. So he performed a bloodletting massage on Liu Jinmo's Ren meridian points, specifically the Yutang and Zhongting acupoints. After a short while, Liu Jinmo slowly woke up.

"I was ambushed by Jing Taiji," Liu Jinmo said, extremely embarrassed.

Everyone's puzzled gazes focused on Granny Wang.

Granny Wang sighed and said, "That rebellious disciple."

"Hansheng and the two children are missing," Wu Daoming said nervously.

"They've all been taken away by Jing Taiji in a taxi," Lu Taiguan said.

"How did you find out?" Liu Jinmo jumped off the bed, his gloomy gaze fixed on Lu Taiguan.

Lu Taiguan explained, "We were having dinner at the Wenhua Hotel when we received a call from my subordinate, He Wuxing. He accidentally encountered them on his way back to the villa on the mountaintop, so we rushed back as quickly as possible."

"What is Jing Taiji's purpose in kidnapping Hansheng and the children?" the nun asked suspiciously.

Granny Wang shook her head. She knew Taiji was after the *Qing Nang Jing*, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. Her disciple was plotting to steal the medical text, and her master had known about it beforehand but hadn't warned her at all. The more she explained, the worse it got. Now the question was, where could this kid go?

"Let's discuss this in the living room, and while we're at it, let He Wuxing recount what he saw," Wu Daoming suggested.

"Alright, I'll go get him," Lu Taiguan said, going out to summon He Wuxing.

The old patriarch watched as everyone left the room, slowly buttoning up the front of his robe, his mind in turmoil, a vague sense of unease creeping over him.

In the taxi, the driver asked, "Sir, where to?"

Jing Taiji replied, "To be honest, I came to Hong Kong illegally. It's hard to find work here, and now we want to go back, but we can't go through the border. Do you know where there are fishing boats that can help us smuggle back?"

The driver smiled and said, "If you want to smuggle back, the most convenient and famous place is Spring Harbour Point on the Stanley Peninsula, but it's a bit far. I'll take you there for 500 Hong Kong dollars." He had at least doubled the price.

"No problem, let's go," Jing Taiji readily agreed.

The taxi went down Victoria Peak, passed Aberdeen and Shouson Hill, crossed Repulse Bay, and arrived at Spring Harbour Point on the Stanley Peninsula. It stopped on the road by the sea, below which was the bay, where many fishing boats of various sizes were moored.

"This is it. Everyone returning to the mainland by sea goes out to sea from here. Everyone in Hong Kong knows this place," the driver said.

"Okay," Jing Taiji counted out 500 Hong Kong dollars, paid the fare, and pulled Han Sheng out of the car.

Shen Caihua, who was almost numb from the wind on the roof of the car, hurriedly jumped down when the car stopped and scrambled into the grass below the road.

The car drove away, and all was quiet. The moonlight was like water, and a slightly damp, salty sea breeze blew in.

Jing Taiji stepped forward and released Han Sheng's acupoints, saying apologetically, "Han Sheng, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Taiji apologizes to you."

Han Sheng looked at the desolate night sky, rubbed his throat, and calmly said, "Jing Taiji, you've gone to such lengths and used any means necessary just for the *Qing Nang Jing*?"

Jing Taiji chuckled sinisterly, "Back then, Hua Tuo passed down the *Qing Nang Jing* in prison, hoping his medical skills would be passed down and benefit the people. Taiji himself is a university graduate with a solid theoretical foundation in traditional Chinese medicine. You've already obtained the book..." "If you pass on the knowledge to me, Tai Chi will surely be able to carry it forward, which is in line with Hua Tuo's original intention."

Han Sheng said calmly, "Although Hua Tuo's medical skills had reached a state of perfection, his medical ethics were even more noble. Among doctors in the world, medical ethics are more important than medical skills. No matter how high a person's medical skills are, if they do not have a compassionate heart and a desire to help the world, they may not be a blessing to the poor."

Jing Taiji said, "Don't worry about that. Once I, Jing Taiji, have learned the Qingnang medical skills, I will definitely travel all over the country, help the needy and rescue the poor, and serve people wholeheartedly."

Han Sheng sneered, "With your despicable methods, filthy heart, and lack of morality and righteousness, how could I possibly pass on the medical skills of my master Hua Tuo to you? Don't even dream about it."

Jing Taiji's expression changed upon hearing this, his facial muscles contorting as he sneered, "Han Sheng, don't push your luck. My patience has reached its limit."

"Go ahead," Han Sheng said calmly.

"Hehe, I heard you're getting married soon. Alright, want to know how I'm going to deal with you? I might as well tell you first. Meng Hongbing doesn't have testicles, right? You can experience what it's like to be without them on your wedding night. I'll grab your two testicles and squeeze them, and they'll melt away in a moment, making you a true eunuch. Haha, fun, isn't it?" Jing Taiji gestured with his hands, lewdly laughing, even drool dripping from his mouth.

"Despicable!" Han Sheng roared, turning his head to look around, hoping for a chance to escape.

"Don't worry, it's late at night and no one will come to save you. I'll take a piss first, then I'll do it." Jing Taiji pulled down his pants, pulled out his manhood, and started urinating. A stream of hot, foul-smelling yellow water shot into the bushes.

Shen Caihua, hiding in the bushes, was furious...

Chapter 179

Jing Taiji never expected that there would be a danger lurking in the bushes. As he relieved himself, he turned to Han Sheng and sneered, "Ha, it's so comfortable holding a pair of balls in your hands. Too bad you'll have to say goodbye to them soon." Before Jing

Taiji finished speaking, a childish shout came from the bushes. Then the bushes parted with a "whoosh," and the ghost baby, soaking wet and like a ghost, suddenly sprang up. In the moonlight, two rows of white teeth angrily bit down at the boy who was urinating. The penis that was shooting water... Jing Taiji suddenly sensed something was wrong and instinctively pulled his abdomen back, but even with his quick reflexes, it was too late. He felt a numbness in his penis, followed by a piercing pain that spread throughout his groin. He stumbled back several steps and looked down. In the cool moonlight, the glans of his penis was gone... "Ah!" Jing Taiji cried out, cold sweat pouring from his forehead. Looking closely, he saw the two infants in front of him. The male infant on the bottom had blood all over his mouth, and the piece of the spongy glans he had bitten off was still between his teeth.

The female infant on his back spat at him with a "Pui!"

Jing Taiji ignored the pain and quickly pressed three acupoints along the pubic bone: Zhongji, Qugu, and Henggu, stopping the bleeding, numbing his penis, and relieving the pain.

"Shen Caihua!" Han Sheng saw it clearly and was extremely surprised. How could these two little guys suddenly appear on the beach? And then, at the critical moment, he launched a surprise attack on Jing Taiji… “Hahahaha…” Jing Taiji suddenly let out a chilling laugh, “How pathetic, Jing Taiji, you’ve actually fallen to a mere child today!”

With that, he swayed, extended his long arm, and grabbed Shen Caihua.

Shen Caihua turned and hurriedly tried to burrow into the bushes, but how could he possibly escape a master like Jing Taiji? He had barely crawled a few steps when he was pinned down.

Jing Taiji lifted the two infants with one arm, grinning maliciously.

“Stop! Don’t hurt them, they’re just babies!” Han Sheng shouted, ready to pounce on them, willing to die rather than let him harm the children.

“Fine, Han Sheng, now I’ll ask you one more question. If you don’t tell me the *Qing Nang Jing* immediately, I’ll kill them both with one palm strike.” Jing Taiji faced Han Sheng, slowly raising his right arm, aiming at the infants’ heads… Han Sheng froze.

"How dare you! Who would dare to harm my daughter!" A sharp shout suddenly came from behind the tree. "Snap!" A glob of sticky phlegm, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, shot towards him...

Under the moonlight, a small, glittering hidden weapon whistled towards him, followed by a whistling sound of blood. Jing Taiji was greatly alarmed. Without thinking, he quickly used his unique Zhuyou Finger Flicking Technique, clearly recognizing the weapon, and forcefully flicked it towards it. Unexpectedly, the hidden weapon was soft and yielding. Not only did it fail to deflect, but it also left a sticky residue on his finger.

Two people emerged from behind the tree: Yang Gong and the Old Yin Woman.

Jing Taiji was temporarily relieved. These two were his senior brothers and sisters; they would not cause him any trouble.

"Hansheng, how have you been?" Yang Gong chuckled.

"Yang Gong and the Old Yin Woman, weren't you arrested by the police?" Hansheng asked in surprise.

"Hmph, a mere police station, how could it possibly hold Yang Gong?" Yang Gong scoffed.

"Hansheng, where is my Guo Gong Burial Ruler?" the old hag asked in a strange, shrill voice.

Hansheng shook his head, ignoring her.

"You dog, give me back my daughter!" Yang Gong flashed forward, snatched the baby away, and held her in his arms, his smiling eyes fixed on the wrinkled little girl.

He suddenly noticed the baby's throat move, and quickly put his finger to her lips, saying kindly, "Don't vomit anymore, I'm your father."

"Taiji greets Senior Brother Yang and Senior Sister Yin," Jing Taiji said respectfully.

Yang Gong gave him a strange look and asked in surprise, "What nonsense are you spouting? Who are your senior brothers and sisters?"

Jing Taiji explained fluently, "I am Jing Taiji, the last disciple of Granny Wang of Poyang Lake, a successor of the Central Plains Zhuyou sect. My master calls herself Bai Suzhen in Hong Kong. Shortly after you were taken away by the police, my master and I rushed to the Hakka village, but unfortunately we were too late to save you. Taiji deeply regrets this."

The old woman shrieked, "I..." "How come we've never heard of him before?"

Jing Taiji replied respectfully, "It was only when I arrived at the Hakka village that my master told me that the famous 'Spit King' of Guandong, Yang Gong, is my senior brother, and the renowned 'Flower of Hong Kong,' Yin Po, is my senior sister. Seeing you both today, it's true that you are both dignified and elegant, and you are both still charming. You two are already displaying the demeanor of grandmasters."

Jing Taiji's words pleased Yang Gong greatly, and his hostility vanished instantly.

"He's right." Old Yin Po nodded in agreement from the side.

"It's utterly nauseating." Han Sheng felt like vomiting.

"Haha, since we're junior brothers, we're family. Let me see how your injury is." Yang Gong said kindly.

In the moonlight, the tip of Jing Taiji's penis had been neatly cut off, revealing white tendons, nerves, and capillaries.

Yang Gong clicked his tongue and said, "Relying on sealing acupoints won't last. For the sake of fellow disciples, your senior brother will lend you a hand."

With that, Yang Gong circulated his inner energy, lifting a piece of sticky phlegm deep in his bronchus. It slid across the cilia of the bronchial wall, rising from his throat to his mouth, and with a "splat," spat out, accurately sticking to the severed end of Jing Taiji's penis. It was a piece of dark green, old phlegm, extremely viscous, like gelatin, emitting a strange smell like rotten salted fish.

"Junior brother, this is a good thing. It's called 'aged phlegm essence.' I only have a few pieces in my entire respiratory tract. Remember, don't urinate for a few hours, and then you'll be completely fine," Yang Gong said.

Jing Taiji felt nauseous, but he endured it and politely said, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

He pulled up his pants, his venomous gaze fixed on Shen Caihua, and gritted his teeth as he said to Yang Gong, "Senior Brother, this little brat ruined my reproductive organs. If I, Jing Taiji, don't kill him today, I won't be able to swallow this insult. I won't touch your daughter, but I'll strangle this little devil first."

"You can't hurt him! Yang Gong, if Shen Caihua dies, your daughter is doomed," Han Sheng shouted.

Yang Gong nodded, saying, "Han Sheng is right. They're both currently receiving treatment; if one is harmed, both are harmed. You can't touch him, understand?"

"But I..." Jing Taiji knew he was no match for Yang Gong, and his heart itched with hatred.

Yang Gong saw through Jing Taiji's thoughts and said, "After my daughter recovers, you can do whatever you want with this boy, how about it?"

Jing Taiji had no choice but to turn and point at Han Sheng, saying, "Senior brother, I want to take this man away. We have some personal grudges to settle."

Yang Gong shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.

Jing Taiji endured the discomfort in his lower body and walked to Han Sheng's side, saying, "Han Sheng, let's go."

"What do you want?" Han Sheng said calmly.

Jing Taiji chuckled coldly, "Come with me on the ship back to the mainland."

"He can't leave. I haven't given the order yet." The old hag suddenly spoke up in a shrill voice.

"Why?" Jing Taiji turned his head and asked with dissatisfaction.

The old hag's sinister gaze swept over him, and she said slowly, "My Guo Gong Burial Ruler is still in his hands. How can I let him slip away for nothing?"

"This..." Jing Taiji cursed inwardly, "Damn it, this time I've lost both my wife and my army."

The old woman walked to Han Sheng's side, patted his chest, and, finding no Yin-Yang Ruler hidden there, asked, "Where is Guo Gong's Burial Ruler?"

"It's at the villa halfway up the mountain. Your master, Granny Wang, is there too. Shall we go back to see her together?" Han Sheng replied. Granny Wang was a reasonable person; if they could return to the villa, he could escape his predicament.

Yang Gong and the old woman exchanged glances, hesitant and silent.

"Junior brother, what are your plans?" Yang Gong, Jing Taiji, asked.

Jing Taiji thought to himself, "If I go back to see my master, he might cripple me in a fit of anger. I absolutely cannot go back." Thinking this, he said aloud, "Alas, look at me now, I'm practically a cripple. Going back like this would only bring shame to my master. Never mind, Taiji will return to the mainland first. I'll see my master again when I'm healed. Senior brothers and sisters, Taiji takes his leave now."

Jing Taiji limped unsteadily towards the fishing boat moored in the bay.

"Master Yang, what should we do?" Old Woman Yin was also undecided.

"News of the prison break will spread soon, and a large number of police will come to blockade the coast and search for us. It seems we can't stay in Hong Kong anymore, and we have no choice but to return to the mainland," Master Yang pondered.

"What about him?" Old Woman Yin asked, looking at Han Sheng.

"Take him with us," Master Yang replied.

Chapter 180

After several days of travel and hardship, Zhu Biao finally returned to Nanshan Village at dusk. Old Wan from Hong Kong had hurriedly returned the day before after escorting him to Jiangxi Province.

The water in his family's pond north of the village was as still as death, without a ripple, with withered yellow leaves floating on the surface. The portrait on the gate was still there, the leader in military uniform still waving tirelessly.

Zhu Biao took a deep breath, pushed open the half-closed door, and went inside.

The room was messy, with clutter scattered all over the floor, and the water in the water tank was covered with a thin layer of dust, a desolate scene. Zhu Biao silently put down his travel bag, unzipped it, and looked at Caihua's remains inside. He said softly, "We're home, Caihua."

Looking at the darkening sky outside, he felt a sharp hunger.

He didn't want to go to Hansheng's house; after all, Caihua had died because of Hansheng. But the things he was about to do still needed someone to clean up the mess. He drew his dog-brand pistol from his waist, removed the magazine, pulled back the bolt, and carefully checked it. There were three bullets left: one for Meng Hongbing, one for Meng Zhuqi, and one for himself.

Zhu Biao swore before Shen Caihua's remains, "Caihua, Hansheng will heal our child. I'll go and beg Dr. Zhu to take care of him as he grows up. I'll avenge you first, then come back to be buried with you. Wait patiently for me; we'll never be separated again."

Zhu Biao raised his sleeve, wiped away his tears, then reloaded the gun, tucked it into his waistband, zipped it up, picked up the travel bag containing the remains, and left the house, heading east of the village.

Dr. Zhu and the Shanren family were about to have dinner when they saw Zhu Biao and were startled. They quickly invited him in and inquired about Hansheng's condition.

Zhu Biao stood in the yard, showing no intention of entering the house. He said to Dr. Zhu, "Hansheng and the others are all well. They'll be back in a few days. Dr. Zhu, I have a favor to ask of you."

"What is it? Speak," Dr. Zhu asked, surprised.

With a thud, Zhu Biao knelt before Dr. Zhu.

"Zhu Biao, what are you doing? Get up!" Dr. Zhu was shocked and quickly reached out to help him up, but he stubbornly refused.

Zhu Biao knelt on the ground and said, "Caihua is dead. This bag contains her remains. I'm leaving them with you for now. I'm going to the Meng family to reason with them. If I die too, please bury me with Caihua. I, Zhu Biao, couldn't be with her in life, but I must be buried with her in death. Also, please take good care of Xiao Caihua. If Shen Tianhu comes to ask for him, you can give him some, but they must not mistreat him. I have several thousand yuan here, all saved for the child. Dr. Zhu, Zhu Biao begs you." He then took out a stack of RMB and handed it to Dr. Zhu.

Dr. Zhu said, "Get up, I promise you everything."

Zhu Biao stood up, his face filled with sorrow, and said, "I'm leaving." Then he turned around and left without looking back.

Under the moonlight, Zhu Biao walked resolutely along the mountain path towards Nanshan Town.

The Nanshan Town Revolutionary Committee compound was eerily quiet, not a soul in sight, and the gate to Director Meng's house was tightly shut. Zhu Biao circled the wall twice, looking up at the two- or three-meter-high wall, still topped with shards of broken glass. He shook his head; he knew he couldn't possibly climb it.

He crouched in the shadow of the doorway opposite the main gate, waiting patiently, his stomach growling with hunger and thirst. He regretted not having dinner at Dr. Zhu's.

During the long wait, Zhu Biao grew drowsy, his eyelids tightening, and he was about to drift off to sleep.

Just then, he heard a creak. He opened his eyes and saw that the iron gate to Director Meng's house had opened.

A young man yawned as he stepped out. Zhu Biao recognized him; he was a full-time militia member, a relative of the Meng family, who usually worked as a guard and servant there.

"Close the gate," he said, waving towards the door. "I'll be late tomorrow morning. Anyway, the director and the soldier are in the county; they won't be back for half a day."

A militiaman on night duty peeked out from behind the gate and warned him, "Be careful. Last time you were acupunctured in Nanshan Village, and it took us ages to find you in the bushes. Director Meng said the class struggle is very complicated lately."

The man acknowledged and disappeared, and the iron gate closed again.

So, the Meng father and son both lived in the county town. That was perfect; they could take them out together, saving the trouble of searching for them one by one.

Zhu Biao stood up, rubbed his numb legs, and walked out of the dark doorway, straightening his chest, heading towards the county town. After

walking for about two hours, exhausted and hungry, Zhu Biao could already see Wuyuan County in the distance.

There were almost no people left in front of the county's long-distance bus station. An old man was packing up his wonton stall. Zhu Biao smelled the aroma and quickened his pace to get closer.

"Brother, is there anything left to eat?" Zhu Biao asked hurriedly.

"Closed," the old man replied.

Zhu Biao swallowed hard and pleaded, "Brother, I'm starving."

The old man sized him up, thought for a moment, and said, "Alright, I'll cook for you. Sit down and wait."

The old man busied himself skillfully, his mouth never stopping: "Brother, you sound like a local, right? Have you heard what's happened in our county?"

Zhu Biao shook his head blankly.

"Director Meng of the Wuyuan County State-Owned Pig Farm is actually a mute rapist," the old man said with a lewd grin.

"What mute rapist?" Zhu Biao asked, puzzled.

"Young man, you don't know what a mute rapist is? It's someone who gets raped but can't speak," the old man explained.

"Oh, so he's mute. Raping a disabled person should be a more serious crime," Zhu Biao said indignantly.

The old man laughed even harder, saying, "Mute rapists don't rape people; they only rape animals that can't speak."

"You mean raping animals?" Zhu Biao asked, somewhat absurd.

"By the way, Meng Hongbing is the director of the county pig farm. He abused his power and raped a sow. The villagers discovered it and reported him. Isn't that something new?"

"What's the director's name?" Zhu Biao paused, then asked.

"Meng Hongbing. I heard he's the son of Director Meng from Nanshan Town." The old man brought over a bowl of steaming wontons.

Around midnight, Zhu Biao checked into a small inn in Wuyuan County.

It was a nice double room. The light was on, and one of the beds was already occupied.

Zhu Biao sat on his bed and let out a long sigh.

The guest on the other bed woke up, turned over, and opened his sleepy eyes.

"Young Master Zhu!" the man exclaimed in surprise.

Zhu Biao looked closely. The man appeared to be about sixty years old, fair-skinned and well-off, smiling kindly at him.

"Brother Qian!" Zhu Biao recognized him.

Brother Qian sat up with a grin.

"Didn't you Guandong people die in the Ghost Valley Cave?" Zhu Biao asked疑惑地问道.

Old Qian's expression turned melancholy, and he sighed, "Yes, apart from Master Yang and me, all the other brothers perished in Guigu Cave."

"Then you…" Zhu Biao asked.

"After Master and I came out, he went to Hong Kong and told me to wait for him in Wuyuan. It's been many days now. And you, why are you staying in this little inn?" Old Qian said.

Zhu Biao stammered, "I have some business to take care of in the county town."

Old Qian chuckled; he didn't believe Zhu Biao at all. A local, willing to spend money on an inn?

Zhu Biao changed the subject, asking Qian Laoda, "Have you heard about the mute rapist in the county town recently?"

"Of course I know, it's all over the county. The key is he's the county magistrate's cousin and the son of Director Meng of Nanshan Town. He actually raped a sow! With such a scandal in an official's family, the people naturally gossip, it's become the talk of the town. I heard that these past few days, nobody's buying pork at the market," Qian Laoda laughed.

"Why?" Zhu Biao asked, puzzled.

"Of course, they're afraid of eating that descendant of the Meng family," Qian Laoda laughed even harder.

"Where is that guy surnamed Meng now?" Zhu Biao asked.

"It's said he was dragged to the police station by the masses, and he got beaten up quite a bit along the way," Qian Laoda said.

Serves him right! That's satisfying, Zhu Biao thought excitedly, clenching his fist.

The next day, Zhu Biao wandered around the county town, and sure enough, people were still talking about it, mostly cursing the guy surnamed Meng as a beast, and how they could eat pork anymore. After a whole day of investigation, it was finally learned that Meng Hongbing had been sent to the county hospital for examination and was diagnosed with mental illness. Therefore, he would not be held legally responsible and was currently staying at the home of Huang Qianhui, the director of the county revolutionary committee.

At dusk, Zhu Biao wandered around the Huang family's mansion for a long time but did not find any trace of the Meng father and son. He decided to break into the Huang mansion that night and prepare to go on a killing spree.

Chapter 181

Zhu Biao used the few dozen yuan he had in his pocket to buy some cooked food and two bottles of high-end liquor and returned to the inn.

In the room, Boss Qian looked at him in surprise.

"Come on, it's my treat today." Zhu Biao said generously, throwing the food on the table.

Boss Qian stared at Zhu Biao, feeling that this kid was a bit strange. On the way from Guling Town to the Xiangxi Tianmen Inn, he had already seen that Zhu Biao was an ignorant and despicable person. Today, however, he seemed to have an air of nonchalance. It seemed that something was going to happen, he thought.

Each of them held a bottle of liquor and drank with the braised food.

"Young Master Zhu, if there's anything I can help you with, please don't hesitate to ask," Elder Qian said, tilting his head back and clicking his tongue tentatively.

"No need," Zhu Biao replied righteously, displaying the heroic spirit of a warrior going forth never to return.

Elder Qian thought to himself, "This kid definitely has something on his mind. Looks like I'll have to probe him further.

" "Young Master Zhu, since you think so highly of me, I'll be frank. What are you planning to do tonight, right? When it comes to big things, courage alone isn't enough. You must have a meticulous plan. That's half the battle won. Without a proper plan, the chances of success are zero," Elder Qian explained persuasively.

"And what's the other half of success?" Zhu Biao asked, puzzled.

"Luck. Half of everything depends on luck," Elder Qian stated clearly.

Zhu Biao remained silent upon hearing this, then took a large gulp of wine and said, "If we fight to the death, what are the chances of success?"

Boss Qian took a bite of braised ox penis and said, "If we don't consider escaping unscathed, the chance of success increases to eighty percent."

"That's enough, Brother Qian, thank you. Let's finish this." Zhu Biao's face flushed red as he downed the rest of the wine in the bottle.

This guy is really reckless; he won't accomplish anything significant, Boss Qian thought with disdain.

Zhu Biao ate a couple more bites of food, stood up, and, mimicking the manner of a江湖人士 (jianghu figure), cupped his hands in a salute, saying, "Brother Qian, Zhu Biao takes his leave." With that, he removed a roasted chicken leg and strode away without looking back.

Boss Qian shook his head slightly, quickly wrapped up the remaining pig's head meat, grabbed it, and quietly followed.

It was completely dark when Zhu Biao stopped in front of a traditional Hui-style mansion. He looked around; under the dim streetlights, there were few pedestrians.

The gate to the courtyard was tightly shut. Zhu Biao thought for a moment, then lowered his head and squatted down in the corner of the wall beside the steps, looking like a homeless man.

Boss Qian, hiding far away behind a tree, observed while stuffing pig's head meat into his mouth.

Soon, a jeep arrived and stopped in front of the gate. The driver honked twice to notify those inside. The door opened, and a man who looked like a high-ranking official, around fifty years old, wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit, strode confidently up the steps. The man glanced at the homeless man squatting in the corner.

"Get this man out of here," he ordered the driver.

The gate opened from the inside, and the man went in. The gate remained open, presumably waiting for the driver.

"Go away, go away, don't stay here," the driver shooed the homeless man away with his foot.

Zhu Biao stood up with his head down, looked around, and suddenly struck, punching the driver in the stomach. The man doubled over in pain, and Zhu Biao slammed his fist down with a "whoosh," knocking the driver unconscious.

Zhu Biao dragged the unconscious driver into the car, closed the door, looked around again, quietly leaped up the steps, and slipped inside.

Boss Qian nodded approvingly; the kid's movements were quite skillful. He stuffed the last two pieces of pig's head meat into his mouth, rubbed his hands, and quickly followed, bending down to pick up a pebble along the way.

As Zhu Biao slipped inside, he bumped into the middle-aged gatekeeper.

"Who are you?" the gatekeeper asked warily.

Zhu Biao didn't answer, but strode forward and delivered another Black Tiger Heart Strike. Zhu Biao knew some martial arts techniques, but he was only a second- or third-rate fighter. He could handle ordinary people, but he was no match for skilled opponents.

Seeing the fist approaching his chest, the gatekeeper quickly dodged to the side, then used his right hand to grab Zhu Biao's outstretched right arm for leverage, followed by a sweeping kick. Zhu Biao lost his balance and fell forward with a thud.

The gatekeeper stomped on Zhu Biao's back and shouted, "Who are you?"

Qian Laoda, watching from behind the door, shook his head and sighed. He'd been defeated in less than a round; how pathetic! "I'll help Zhu Biao," he thought, channeling his strength into his arm, and the pebble in his hand shot out… The gatekeeper felt a numbness in his back, his vision went black, and his body immediately went limp. Zhu Biao, at that moment, suddenly pushed up, flipping the gatekeeper over. Overjoyed, he flipped over and delivered a follow-up punch, striking the man squarely in the chest.

"Hmph, you want to fight me?" Zhu Biao dusted himself off and strode towards the backyard.

In the backyard dining room, dinner had just begun. Huang Qiansui took off his coat, sat at the head of the table, glanced at Meng Zhuqi and Meng Hongbing, and frowned.

Meng Hongbing sat there without even lifting his eyelids, his gaze fixed on the large celadon bowl on the table. The bowl contained steamed pork rump and a large plate of braised sow's teats—something he had forced Meng Zhuqi to buy. He had been taking care of his son these past few days, not even going to work.

"How did he become like this?" Huang Qiansui thought unhappily.

Meng Zhuqi shook her head, sighing repeatedly.

"Zhuqi, hasn't Hansheng returned yet? Perhaps he has a way to cure Xiaobing," Huang Qiansui asked.

"He hasn't returned yet," Meng Zhuqi replied dejectedly.

“Notes have been left in Dean Jing’s office and dormitory. He needs to come over immediately as soon as he returns to Wuyuan from his family visit.” Huang Qianhui picked up her rice bowl.

“Xiaobing, eat.” Meng Zhuqi said helplessly.

Before she finished speaking, Meng Hongbing had already grabbed a whole sow, skin and all, and shoved it into his mouth, ignoring the heat, splashing juice all over the table.

Huang Qianhui glanced at him with disgust.

“Haha, retribution, really retribution…” A mocking voice suddenly came from behind. Zhu Biao appeared at the restaurant entrance, holding a pistol.

“Zhu Biao!” Huang Qianhui and Meng Zhuqi looked up and were immediately stunned. Only Meng Hongbing was still eating with his head down.

“You’re not dead yet?” Meng Zhuqi stammered.

“How could I be dead? I haven’t avenged Caihua yet.” Zhu Biao said angrily.

"Comrade Zhu Biao, there must be some misunderstanding between our government and you, but these are just internal contradictions among the people. Please put down your gun, otherwise the contradiction will escalate," Huang Qianhui said sternly.

Zhu Biao brandished his gun, aiming at this and pointing at that, extremely pleased.

"Bah! You two beasts, the Meng father and son, killed Caihua, and you, Huang Qianhui, even had someone kill me to silence me! Heaven has eyes, today is the day to pay with your lives!" Zhu Biao said through gritted teeth.

"Wait, where are Meng Wu and the other two?" Huang Qianhui asked hurriedly.

"Dead, eaten by those turtles. Now it's your turn, all of you take off your pants." Zhu Biao said, pointing the gun at them.

"What are you going to do?" Huang Qianhui's voice trembled.

Zhu Biao's face contorted with excitement as he grinned maliciously, saying, "I'm going to castrate you all first."

Cold sweat began to drip from Huang Qianhui's forehead, his legs trembled, and he stammered, "Zhu Biao, name your conditions, I'll agree to anything."

Zhu Biao ignored him and turned to Meng Zhuqi, sneering, "Director Meng, would you mind unbuttoning your brother-in-law's pants if you didn't want me to kill your son right now?" With that, he pointed his gun at Meng Hongbing's head.

"I'll unbutton him, I'll unbutton him," Meng Zhuqi stammered, reaching for Huang Qianhui's belt.

Huang Qianhui tried to back away, but his brother-in-law grabbed him, forcibly unbuttoning his belt and pulling down his pants and underwear, revealing his fleshy genitals.

"And him!" Zhu Biao pointed his gun at Meng Hongbing.

Meng Hongbing glanced at Zhu Biao, chuckled, and said, "I'll take it off myself." He then swiftly pulled down his pants, leaving no underwear behind. "I'll take more off." He quickly removed all his upper garments, standing naked before Zhu Biao, his enormous penis erect.

Zhu Biao glanced at him with disgust and said to Meng Zhuqi, "Your turn."

Meng Zhuqi, not daring to think further, quickly stripped naked from the waist down.

"Stand in a row against the wall," Zhu Biao commanded.

The three men obediently stood upright against the wall, except for Meng Hongbing, who glanced at their limp penises and chuckled.

Outside the window, Boss Qian shook his head. This was utter nonsense. It seemed he wasn't needed here anymore. He decided to steal some money; his pockets were already empty. With that thought, he headed towards the main bedroom.

Zhu Biao pulled over a chair, sat down with an air of superiority, brandishing his pistol. He felt immense satisfaction watching his enemies tremble in terror.

"Caihua, if only you could see their pathetic state, how gratifying that would be!" he thought.

"Tell me, how did you strangle Caihua?" Zhu Biao demanded sharply.

Meng Zhuqi hurriedly shook his head, saying, "Shen Caihua felt ashamed and secretly hanged herself."

"Nonsense!" Zhu Biao roared, his eyes turning bloodshot.

"My father held her hand tightly, and I strangled that little slut with a rope..." Meng Hongbing suddenly spoke, sticking out his tongue, rolling his eyes, and trembling, mimicking Shen Caihua's agonizing death.

Zhu Biao could no longer restrain himself. He lunged forward, grabbed Meng Hongbing's erect penis, pressed his pistol against his genitals, and fired a shot... Meng Hongbing screamed as his testicles were instantly shattered by the bullet, blood splattering everywhere. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"I'll make sure you're childless!" Zhu Biao's eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted. He frantically pressed the muzzle of his gun against Meng Zhuqi's penis and fired again.

Meng Zhuqi also fell, his genitals a bloody mess.

Huang Qiansui's face was deathly pale, his lips trembling, his legs shaking. With a "whoosh," he lost control of his bladder... Zhu Biao, blinded by rage, had forgotten he only had three bullets. Another shot ripped Huang Qiansui's penis in two, the remaining half still spurting out small streams of urine... "Stop!" someone shouted from the restaurant entrance.

Zhu Biao didn't even look, firing a shot with a swift motion.

A hollow "crack"

followed; he was out of bullets. Before he could even see who it was, a numbness shot through his chest, his body went limp, and he collapsed forward. Then, a heavy blow struck the back of his neck. Zhu Biao vaguely heard the sound of his neck bones breaking, his vision went black, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Chapter 182

A coin rolled to the ground with a crisp sound.

Huang Qiansui looked up at the newcomer and said weakly, "Dean Jing, you're finally back." Then his body slowly shriveled up, collapsing into the urine and blood.

That night, Jing Taiji boarded a small fishing boat about to leave Hong Kong from Chun Hom Kok on Stanley Peninsula. The price was agreed upon at HK$2000. On board were an elderly couple who, seeing the bloodstains on Jing Taiji's trousers, felt great sympathy and gave him their own late-night snack, a thermos of hot water, and the boat's usual anti-inflammatory medicine.

Fishing boats on the South China Sea generally operate in the bays near the coast, setting out at night during high and low tides. Since fish are nocturnal, they return to the dock early in the morning, regardless of their catch, to rest during the day.

The small boat quickly carried Jing Taiji to the mainland with the tide, and they landed before dawn.

To the couple's surprise, this smuggler with thick eyebrows and large eyes not only refused to pay but also took off the fisherman's trousers and put them on. The couple shook their heads and had no choice but to let him be; these "big shots" were not to be trifled with.

Jing Taiji traveled by train and bus, day and night, arriving back in Wuyuan the following evening. He first went to his dormitory and found a note slipped under the door, knowing that Huang Qianhui must have something urgent to tell him.

Jing Taiji first cleaned and bandaged the wound on his penis. He found that Yang Gong's old phlegm was indeed a good medicine for healing wounds; the wound had healed without any inflammation, except for a disgusting, rotten fish smell that even alcohol and iodine couldn't remove.

Afterward, he changed into clean clothes and hurriedly went to Huang Qianhui's secluded mansion. Huang's jeep was parked outside the gate. He looked inside and saw the driver slumped unconscious in the back seat.

Something had happened, Jing Taiji thought, and rushed up the steps. As soon as he entered, he saw the gatekeeper lying on the ground. He took a coin from his pocket and rushed to the backyard. At that moment, three gunshots rang out from the dining room. Jing Taiji didn't have time to think. He leaped to the dining room door and spotted the murderer. He shouted for help and flicked the coin, hitting the man's chest acupoint. Then, he struck the man's neck with a heavy palm strike, and the murderer fell without a sound.

The scene inside the room shocked Jing Taiji. Director Huang and the Meng father and son's naked genitals were mangled and bloody, a gruesome sight.

Gunshots rang out. Qian Laoda, who had just found some money and national grain coupons while ransacking the bedroom, was greatly surprised. This Zhu Biao had really messed things up! He quickly left the bedroom and rushed towards the dining room. He caught a glimpse of someone who had just knocked Zhu Biao down; judging from the technique, this person was undoubtedly a master, his martial arts skills no less than his own.

Qian Laoda grabbed a small flowerpot from the ground and threw it with all his might towards the bedroom with a muffled thud.

Hearing the sound, Jing Taiji moved swiftly towards the sound.

Qian Laoda slipped into the dining room, grabbed Zhu Biao, leaped onto the flowerbed, and then jumped over the wall.

Jing Taiji rushed into the bedroom and saw it was ransacked, but no one was there. Damn it, they'd fallen for a trap! Thinking of this, he hurriedly returned to the restaurant, only to find the murderer gone... Boss Qian carried Zhu Biao to a bamboo grove, gently placed him on the grass, and carefully examined his injuries. He discovered Zhu Biao's neck was broken; he was already dead, except for a trace of warmth remaining in his chest. Boss Qian pressed his palm against Zhu Biao's Lingtai acupoint on the back of his head and slowly channeled his inner energy into it. The Lingtai acupoint is the tenth acupoint on the Du meridian, a life-extending acupoint. A verse in the Zhuyou school says: "Remember the Lingtai acupoint on the back of the head, below which are three palaces closely connected, beneath the Dantian, the moon at the bottom of the sea, the blood palace circulating through the meridians, relying on the Yongquan acupoint, this acupoint was left by sages, hidden in the martial world, few have passed it down. Circulating through all meridians, the spirit and energy, the Zhuyou school profoundly explains the principles."

As the inner energy flowed in, Zhu Biao slowly opened his eyes. Boss Qian knew this was merely a final burst of energy before death; he wouldn't last much longer.

Blood trickled from Zhu Biao's lips, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. He said with difficulty, "I castrated them all."

Boss Qian smiled bitterly, "Young Master Zhu, is there anything you haven't finished wishing for?"

Zhu Biao's eyes slowly dimmed. He said one last time, "Brother Qian, please take me back to Doctor Zhu's house in Nanshan Village. Caihua's remains are there. I want to be buried with her, never to be separated again. I'm sorry to her..."

Zhu Biao breathed his last, a satisfied smile still on his face.

Boss Qian sighed. Although Zhu Biao was a despicable man, his dying words still showed a bit of manly spirit, somewhat like those of his family from Northeast China. A dying man's words are often kind. I, Boss Qian, will grant your wish.

Boss Qian reached out and closed Zhu Biao's eyelids, carrying him on his back. Under the moonlight, he headed towards Nanshan Village.

At midnight, Boss Qian arrived at Nanshan Village. The gate to Doctor Zhu's house at the east end was tightly shut, and all was quiet; everyone was asleep.

Boss Qian gathered his inner energy, leaped over the wall, and jumped into the courtyard.

"Woof woof..." Benben and Heimei, a married couple, rushed out of their kennel and barked wildly at Boss Qian.

The door to the side room opened, and Wu Chushanren came out, asking in a low voice, "Who goes there?"

In the moonlight, Boss Qian gently laid down Zhu Biao's body and said loudly, "Boss Qian from Guandong has been entrusted by Zhu Biao to return his body."

Wu Chushanren was startled and rushed forward to see; the body on the ground was indeed Zhu Biao's.

At this moment, Doctor Zhu also came out of the house, dressed in his robes. Seeing this, he was even more surprised and quickly took Zhu Biao's pulse; Zhu Biao had been dead for some time.

"What happened?" Doctor Zhu asked in a trembling voice.

"That kid Zhu Biao sneaked into a large compound in the county town and castrated all three men there, losing his own life in the process," said the eldest brother. He then gave a brief account of what had happened.

"That large compound in the county town belonged to Huang Qianhui, and the other two must have been the Meng family father and son. So he went there to avenge Shen Caihua," Dr. Zhu said, suddenly realizing.

Wu Chushan nodded and sighed, "He left Shen Caihua's remains here yesterday, already indicating his intention to die. I didn't expect Zhu Biao to have such backbone. I thought he was just saying it; otherwise, I would have persuaded him to leave."

Boss Qian said, "Before he died, Zhu Biao asked me to bring him here. He wanted to be buried with Shen Caihua."

Doctor Zhu said sadly, "Zhu Biao injured a state official, the county magistrate. The government won't let this go. We must bury them both as soon as possible, and we can't let anyone know."

Wu Chushan nodded and said, "I'll find a place to bury them together tonight."

Boss Qian cupped his hands and said, "I've completed my task; I'll take my leave now."

"It's late tonight. Why don't you stay here and leave tomorrow?" Wu Chushan said.

Boss Qian smiled, "Until we meet again." He turned and took a running start, leaping over the wall and leaving. "

People of the martial world are always upright and honorable; they're quite heroic," Wu Chushan sighed.

Dr. Zhu asked the hermit, "But where should we bury them?"

"The Yin Aura of Taiji," Wu Chushanren replied.

Jing Taiji checked the injuries of Huang Qiansui and the Meng family father and son. They were all injured in their groin areas. It was unbelievable; how could they be injured in the same way as him?

He went to the living room and called the hospital's emergency center, ordering them to dispatch all available ambulances immediately. He sternly warned them to maintain secrecy and not to make a fuss, reiterating that this was an organizational principle.

The county hospital only had two ambulances. Soon, Jing Taiji, standing in front of the Huang residence, saw the two ambulances quietly approaching. Sure enough, they hadn't even activated the sirens.

"Quick!" Jing Taiji directed the paramedics to run to the back dining room, where they lifted Huang Qiansui and the other two onto stretchers, covered their exposed groin areas with white sheets, and hurriedly loaded them into the ambulances. The doorman, who was already in shock, and the jeep driver were also crammed into the ambulance. Due to the cramped space, the doorman could only lean against the side of the vehicle.

Jing Taiji slammed the door shut with the hidden lock. Saving the leader was the priority; whether to call the police depended on Director Huang's reaction after he woke up. Too many people knowing about it would damage the leader's image, and it wouldn't be good if Director Huang blamed him .

In the county hospital's operating room, Dean Jing Taiji personally performed the surgeries.

The first patient was Huang Qiansui, whose penis had been severed by a bullet, the entire glans completely gone. Jing Taiji felt a pang of sympathy

for him. There was no time to anesthetize him; Director Huang was unconscious and wouldn't feel pain anyway. The sharp scalpel removed the burned foreskin and corpus cavernosum, inserted a catheter into the urethra, and then sutured the end shut. "It's a bit too short," he thought.

Huang Qiansui was wheeled out of the operating room to a ward for intravenous anti-inflammatory treatment.

The second patient was Meng Zhuqi, whose condition was much more serious. His entire penis and testicles were almost completely severed. There was no other way but to completely remove the damaged penis and scrotum, and then suture the wound. "Sigh, it looks smooth, like female genitalia." Jing Taiji also inserted a catheter, waved his hand, and had the nurse push him out.

The last one was Meng Hongbing. Jing Taiji was amused when he saw him; the bullet had shattered the two pig testicles that Han Sheng had transplanted.

"Wait for me." Jing Taiji walked out of the operating room with a scalpel in hand, went downstairs to the backyard, where there was a row of bungalows, which was the hospital's morgue.

"Open the door," he ordered.

The old man guarding the morgue saw that it was the hospital director and hurriedly unlocked the door.

"How many bodies are there now? Are they male or female?" Jing Taiji asked.

"There are four bodies in total, two men and two women," the old man replied.

"Let me see the two male bodies," Jing Taiji said.

At this time, the county hospital was not yet equipped with freezers, and all the bodies were lying on steel pipe beds, covered with white sheets. The first male body was an infant, and Jing Taiji shook his head. The second body was an old man, appearing to be in his fifties or sixties, who seemed to have died only a day or two ago.

"Go outside," Jing Taiji ordered.

After the old man left, Jing Taiji quickly unzipped the deceased's pants, used a sharp scalpel to cut open his scrotum, removed the two testicles, and put them in his pocket. Then he quickly fastened the corpse's belt.

As he reached the door, he sternly said, "Remember, don't say anything out of line."

"Please rest assured, Dean," the old man assured him, patting his chest.

Jing Taiji first went upstairs to the dean's office, retrieved the small half-bottle of slug mucus that Han Sheng had left over from last time, and then returned to the operating room.

The nurses were still anxiously waiting by the operating table.

Jing Taiji smiled, took the two testicles from his pocket, disinfected them with alcohol, stuffed them into Meng Hongbing's scrotum, then poured in the slug mucus, and finally sutured it shut.

After everything was completed, Meng Hongbing was wheeled to a ward, and Jing Taiji finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked out of the hospital, flashlight in hand, and began searching for dog poop along the street.

Chapter 183

Under the moonlight, the old woman chuckled maliciously and said, "No, Hansheng can't leave."

Yang Gong asked in confusion, "Why?"

The old woman said, "Hansheng must return to the villa halfway up the mountain. We'll take the two babies with us. After Hansheng retrieves Guo Gong's Burial Ruler, he can exchange it for this baby boy. I'll give you a week. If you can't get the ruler, I'll hand the baby boy over to Jing Taiji. Hansheng, you should be able to guess how that Jing guy will deal with him, right?"

Hansheng said angrily, "Old woman, if you hurt Shen Caihua, you'll never get Guo Gong's Burial Ruler."

"Of course, the baby boy's life or death is of no benefit to me, as long as I can get the Burial Ruler. But if you don't come back in seven days, don't blame me for being impolite. Yang Gong, let's go." The old woman chuckled sinisterly.

Yang Gong picked up the two babies and ran with the old woman towards the fishing boat by the sea.

Han Sheng sighed helplessly, remembering the old man from Xiangxi's words. He lamented that if he possessed the Ghost Valley Divine Skill, he wouldn't be in such a helpless situation. Healing people alone wasn't enough; when encountering evil forces, they had to be eradicated as well. A healer combining healing with divine skills to eliminate evil was the way of a physician in chaotic times. Exhausted, Han Sheng

returned to the villa halfway up the mountain, finding everyone still awake, gathered in the living room.

"Han Sheng's back!" Everyone excitedly surrounded him, bombarding him with questions.

Wu Daoming poured a glass of brandy, handed it to Han Sheng, and urged him to drink it and sit down to tell the story.

Han Sheng recounted the entire incident, and everyone listened silently.

"Those rebellious disciples!" Granny Wang exclaimed angrily.

The old ancestor tugged at Liu Jinmo, who was standing beside her, and whispered, "Are Yang Gong and Yin Po also Granny Wang's disciples?"

Liu Jinmo shook her head and turned back to reply, "I was wondering the same thing."

The old ancestor's robe was unbuttoned at some point, and Liu Jinmo's eyes darted down, catching a glimpse of her half-exposed breasts. Her face flushed instantly.

The old ancestor's lips were moist, her eyes burning, as she bravely looked up at Liu Jinmo… The nun, watching from the side, secretly chuckled to herself.

Han Sheng drank the brandy in his glass and said, "Grandma, your three disciples have done many bad things."

Grandma Wang sighed, "The Central Plains Zhuyou school has always chosen disciples based solely on aptitude, not character, perhaps due to the nature of their witchcraft. However, I have held back some of the Zhuyou techniques they teach. This time, I want to take Mingyue as my disciple entirely because I value her character. I've decided to teach her the art of healing, and I need the help of the nameless nun."

Upon hearing this, the nun looked at Mingyue and said, "Mingyue entered my nameless nunnery at a young age. I've always told her to focus on reciting Buddhist scriptures. My martial arts skills are limited. If she's willing, I'm happy that she can learn Zhuyou from Grandma Wang. I believe that with Mingyue's character and intelligence, she will definitely achieve something in the future."

Mingyue said, "Master, I'm willing to learn Zhuyou from Grandma Wang, but you will always be my mentor."

The nun stepped forward and hugged Mingyue tightly, her eyes reddening, tears almost spilling from her eyes.

"Han Sheng, do you have Guo Gong's burial ruler?" Grandma Wang suddenly asked.

Han Sheng nodded and said, "It's just a Yin-Yang ruler."

"Let me see it," Granny Wang said.

Han Sheng went back to his room, took the Yin-Yang ruler from his travel bag, and handed it to Granny Wang.

Looking at the ancient, dark blue ruler, Granny Wang's eyes welled up with tears.

“Yes, this is the ‘Guo Gong Burial Ruler.’ It disappeared from the world of martial arts after Guo Pu’s death over 1400 years ago. Countless people throughout history have tried to find Guo Pu’s tomb but to no avail. I never imagined that I, a man nearing the end of my life, would be able to see this sacred object of incantation in my lifetime.” Granny Wang gently stroked the Guo Gong Burial Ruler and let out a long sigh.

“Master’s wife, isn’t Guo Pu’s tomb in the river at Jinshan in Zhenjiang?” Wu Daoming asked.

“That’s just a cenotaph. During the Ming Dynasty, an envoy from Japan named Zhongxin Sou came to Jinshan to pay his respects at Guo Pu’s tomb, hoping to find the burial ruler but to no avail. Zhongxin Sou wrote a poem: ‘The lonely sound of his legacy locks the Dragon Gate, today the blue bag is no longer heard. The sun and moon travel in the water, there is no place to worship children and grandchildren before the tomb.’” Granny Wang said.

“How come even the Japanese know about the Guo Gong Burial Ruler?” Wu Daoming asked in surprise.

"That old man in the center was the head of the Zhuyou sect during the Edo period in Japan. It was brought to Japan even earlier," Granny Wang explained.

Seeing Granny Wang's fondness for the Guo Gong Burial Ruler, Han Sheng generously said, "Granny, since the Guo Gong Burial Ruler is a sacred object of your Zhuyou sect, it's not of much use to me to keep it. I'll return it to you. But please, Granny, take Shen Caihua back from your disciples, Yang Gong and Yin Po."

Granny Wang was taken aback. Looking into Han Sheng's clear eyes, she slowly said, "Alas, if only my disciples had even a fraction of your kindness. Alright, Granny will accept the ruler for now. Don't worry about the baby. I will clean up the mess myself. I'll set off with Mingyue back to the mainland at dawn."

The Old Ancestor interjected, "I'll go back with you too, to find my daughter." As he spoke, the Old Ancestor secretly glanced at Liu Jinmo.

Liu Jinmo comforted her, saying, "The baby girl will be fine in Yang Gong's hands."

"Do you want me to stay?" the old woman asked shyly, lowering her head and whimpering.

Granny Wang said to Han Sheng, "I'll send the child to your home. It's in Nanshan Village, Nanshan Town, Wuyuan County, right?"

Han Sheng nodded, "It's at the east end of Nanshan Village. Ask around, everyone knows Dr. Zhu's house."

"Alright, Mingyue, go talk to your master. We'll set off at dawn," Granny Wang said.

Mingyue followed the nameless nun into the room to talk, while Wu Daoming and Han Sheng sat with Granny Wang in the living room drinking tea. Lu Taiguan also took his leave.

"Come here for a moment," the old woman beckoned to Liu Jinmo from her room door. Liu

Jinmo entered the old woman's room, and she gently closed the door.

"What is it?" Liu Jinmo asked.

"Why did you touch my chest when we were in bed?" the old woman asked shyly.

Liu Jinmo was genuinely startled upon hearing this, his face flushing red. He hurriedly said, "Ah, I was struck on an acupoint, I don't know anything..." He subconsciously raised his hand and looked at his palm.

"If you don't know, why did you touch my right hand?" the ancestor said with a meaningful smile.

Liu Jinmo was extremely embarrassed, his raised hand unsure of where to go.

"Actually, I don't care..." the ancestor said softly, looking down.

"Knock knock," came a knock on the door.

Liu Jinmo breathed a sigh of relief and quickly opened the door. Han Sheng walked in, carrying a black Tai Chi earth egg.

"Ancestor, I've come to re-examine your pulse," Han Sheng said.

Han Sheng examined the ancestor's pulse three times and found that although all three pulse points were weak as usual, with a difficult and sluggish flow, like a light knife scraping bamboo, indicating a deficiency of essence and blood, beneath the weakness, a new pulse was faintly wriggling under his fingers. Although it was still very weak, it was extremely tenacious and stubborn.

A normal pulse is called a "normal pulse" or "regular pulse," beating approximately 70-80 times per minute. It has a regular rhythm, and the pulse pattern is neither too thick nor too thin, neither too superficial nor too deep, neither too strong nor too weak. It varies with season, age, gender, and constitution. For example, pulses in spring, summer, and autumn are mostly superficial and strong, while those in winter are often deep and weak. The younger the person, the faster their pulse; the pulse of young adults is often strong and forceful, while the pulse of the elderly is weaker. Tall people tend to have longer pulses, while short people have shorter pulses; thin people tend to have more superficial pulses, while obese people tend to have more deep pulses; after a full meal or during emotional excitement, the pulse is often fast and forceful, while when hungry, the pulse is often weak and soft.

The old man is of advanced age, so his pulse should be even weaker. However, due to the loss of his yin essence, his pulse is abnormal and cannot be judged by conventional standards. But at this moment, Han Sheng vaguely sensed some kind of change occurring within the old man's body.

Han Sheng muttered to himself, "Strange, something's wrong with Ancestor's body. It wasn't there when I checked her pulse yesterday."

"Is it good or bad?" Liu Jinmo asked anxiously.

Han Sheng pondered, "I felt a newly conceived, life-giving sign, gradually emerging. Originally, Yang Gong had already drained all the Yin essence, and Ancestor was facing gradual withering and death. I've been anxiously waiting for her body and organs to generate the will to live on their own, so I can guide her to take the medicine."

As Ancestor listened, she would occasionally blush and glance at Liu Jinmo.

"When Yang reaches its peak, Yin arises. Ancestor, judging from today's pulse, your Yin orifices have opened, jade fluid has begun to grow, and some organs are recovering quickly," Han Sheng said.

"Which organs? Is it the liver and spleen that govern Qi and blood?" Liu Jinmo speculated.

"No, it's the mammary glands and reproductive organs," Han Sheng corrected.

Liu Jinmo was speechless for a moment, glancing over to find Ancestor gazing at him affectionately.

"Yes, this is a natural change in the Five Elements of Heaven. This is a good start. I've been waiting for this moment. Now, Ancestor can finally consume the water egg." Han Sheng said with a joyful expression, unaware of the change in expression on the faces of the two others.

Han Sheng grabbed the black Taiji earth egg and slammed it on the ground. The egg cracked open, revealing a hibernating black silkworm inside. Upon encountering air, the silkworm yawned and woke up.

"This black silkworm belongs to the Kan Water element, and its nature is cold and extremely Yin. It can replenish the Yin essence that Ancestor lacks. The medicinal guide can be tears or breast milk, whichever is more convenient for you. Squeeze it into the shell of the earth egg and feed it to the silkworm, then swallow the silkworm whole. Remember not to bite it open. I'll go out first. You can pack up later. We're going back to the mainland today." After Han Sheng finished speaking, he went out and returned to the living room.

"I've decided to use breast milk," the Ancestor said softly, his eyes boldly looking directly at Liu Jinmo.

Seeing this, Liu Jinmo felt it wasn't appropriate for him to stay in the room, so he also turned to leave.

"Jinmo, I need your help." The old ancestor's voice came from behind.

Liu Jinmo stopped abruptly, his heart pounding. This… "Help me hold this earthen husk. I need both hands to milk it. Hey, we're both people of the martial world, are we really that old-fashioned?" the old ancestor said earnestly.

Liu Jinmo calmed down. The old ancestor was right. He had been wandering the martial world for decades, what hadn't he seen? So he turned around, and without saying a word, picked up the earthen husk and held it to the old ancestor's chest.

The old ancestor smiled sweetly, opened her clothes, and pulled out her enormous breasts, startling Liu Jinmo. He hadn't expected that the old ancestor, nearly a hundred years old, would still be so full-figured, especially her purplish-red nipples, which were the size of copper coins—something he had never seen before in his life.

The old ancestor pinched her breasts with both hands and squeezed hard. With a "squeak," a stream of white milk spurted into the earthen husk. The black silkworm was overjoyed and hurriedly began to suckle. In no time, it was full, its belly swollen and round.

"Alright." The ancestor released his hands, picked up the silkworm from the earthen eggshell, opened his mouth wide, threw it in, and then his throat moved up and down repeatedly as he slowly swallowed the fat silkworm... Liu Jinmo put down the earthen eggshell and quietly walked out.

In the living room, Han Sheng said to Wu Daoming, "Mingyue has found a home, Can'er and Nika have returned to Xiangxi, and Zhu Biao took Shen Caihua's remains back to Nanshan Village. The old ancestor's health has improved, so we're preparing to leave Hong Kong as well."

"Alright, let's travel together," said Granny Wang.

As dawn broke, Granny Wang began preparing breakfast.

Han Sheng and Liu Jinmo then packed their things, focusing on the suitcase containing 200,000 RMB in cash and a bank draft for 120 million HKD.

Han Sheng took out 10,000 RMB and gave it to Liu Jinmo; this was for the journey.

Now that they had money, their food and lodging on the road should be more comfortable, and they could even have some good wine, Liu Jinmo thought happily.

The phone rang in the living room. Wu Daoming picked up the receiver, and Superintendent Zhou's urgent voice came through: "Old Wu, that 'Hong Kong Flower, Old Yin Po' and 'Yang Gong' have escaped from prison, and several prison guards have been injured or killed. You need to be extra careful. Also, the $5 million deposit has been transferred to your account. Check it yourself."

"Oh, I see. There's another thing I need your help with. Some of my friends on the mainland need to go back. Could you arrange things for them?" Wu Daoming said.

"Okay, what time?" Superintendent Zhou asked.

"Today," Wu Daoming replied.

"Where are they?"

"At my house."

"Okay, at 8:30, a police car will come to pick you up." Superintendent Zhou readily agreed.

Sure enough, around 8:30, a Dodge van with the Hong Kong Royal Police markings arrived at the door of Villa 911.

Chapter 184

has one point that needs correction: Lu Taiguan should be a lieutenant colonel and regimental commander under General Sun Liren of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, not a lieutenant general and deputy commander under Commander Du Yuming. This is a correction; I apologize, the author wanted to restore the historical truth. Haha~~~~~~~ Han Sheng and the others bid farewell to Wu Daoming and the nun, boarding the Dodge police car. The old ancestor insisted on sitting close to Liu Jinmo, consciously leaving his shirt unbuttoned.

The nun stood reluctantly at the car door, saying goodbye to Mingyue, whose eyes were red, wishing her master good health.

Lu Taiguan also came to see them off, giving Granny Wang a bulging envelope containing tens of thousands of US dollars.

"Madam, this is for your journey," Lu Taiguan said respectfully, then turned to Han Sheng, saying, "Han Sheng, the matchmaker you ordered has been custom-made." He then handed over a small red velvet box.

Han Sheng stuffed it directly into the pocket of his inner garment.

"Aren't you going to check if you're satisfied?" Lu Taiguan asked in surprise.

Han Sheng smiled and said, "I'm going to open it with Lan'er."

The Dodge police car drove away; they would be escorted across the border by the police through secret channels. The nun waved her hand until the car was out of sight, then silently lowered her arm. Hong Kong was indeed prosperous and materially abundant, but she still missed Wuyuan, where she had lived most of her life. The mountains and rivers there, and the familiar people, this deep homesickness always lingered in her mind, impossible to shake off.

The nun sighed and walked back into the house, melancholy.

Lu Taiguan coughed and turned to Wu Daoming, saying, "Mr. Wu, the deposit has arrived. When do you plan to depart?"

Wu Daoming pondered for a moment and replied, "Hmm, I can depart the day after tomorrow. I'll make some preparations in the next two days. How many people are going with you?"

Lu Taiguan answered, "He Wuxing is taking two assistants."

Wu Daoming nodded and said, "My wife is also traveling with me."

Lu Taiguan smiled and said meaningfully, "How rare! I truly envy you two, a perfect match, growing old together. He Wuxing will contact you regarding the specific itinerary." With that, he took his leave and returned to villa number 900 across the street.

He Wuxing was waiting in the courtyard. Lu Taiguan waved, and the two went into the living room.

"Sir, Master Ranweng and his assistant will arrive at Kai Tak Airport at 10 PM tonight on a Cathay Pacific overnight flight," He Wuxing reported.

"Good. Pick them up and take them directly to the Peninsula Hotel. I will meet the Master in his hotel room tomorrow morning," Lu Taiguan instructed.

“Yes, sir,” He Wuxing replied.

“Wu Daoming is preparing to depart the day after tomorrow, taking his nun-woman with him. When you finally eliminate them, will you have any problems with your actions? Their martial arts skills are both quite formidable,” Lu Taiguan reminded him.

“Don’t worry, sir. The Bearded Old Man’s skill is unfathomable, unmatched in Taiwan. His assistant is from the CIA, and his combat and marksmanship are top-notch,” He Wuxing said.

Lu Taiguan nodded and said, “That’s good. This matter must be handled flawlessly and cannot be leaked. We absolutely cannot let the Taiwanese side find out a single thing.”

“Yes, sir. Also, that ‘Hakka Holy Mother’ Granny Wang’s incantation techniques are extremely high. You must be extra careful,” He Wuxing earnestly reminded him.

Lu Taiguan did not answer him, but walked thoughtfully to the French windows, pondering for a long time.

Ten o’clock that night, Kai Tak Airport departure hall, Hong Kong.

Among the departing crowd walked a short, elderly man, dressed in a dark blue Zhongshan suit, the collar buttoned tightly. He had a long, jet-black beard, squinting eyes, a large, fleshy nose with several haphazardly protruding nose hairs, and leaned on a Chinese scholar tree cane. Behind him followed a middle-aged man, well-proportioned and agile, carrying a small yellow canvas suitcase, his eyes bright and piercing.

"Master Bearded Elder, you've arrived," He Wuxing greeted the old man warmly.

Master Bearded Elder nodded but didn't speak.

"Please follow me," He Wuxing said, leading them into Lu Taiguan's Mercedes-Benz RV, which headed towards the Peninsula Hotel.

They didn't notice that a young couple who had disembarked with them on the same flight had been secretly following them in the crowd, before getting into a yellow taxi.

"Follow that Mercedes-Benz," the young man said.

The taxi then merged into traffic and followed.

At the entrance of the Peninsula Hotel at 22 Salisbury Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, Master Beard and his entourage arrived at the front desk, received the key to the 2688 Deluxe Ocean View Suite, and took the elevator to their room on the 26th floor.

A short while later, the young couple checked into the adjacent room, 2686.

"Master Beard, you must be tired from your journey. Mr. Lu requests that you rest early tonight. He will come over early tomorrow morning for breakfast," He Wuxing said, then took his leave.

In the next room, the young woman took out a listening device from her backpack, attached the microphone to the wall, and began listening to the sounds in room 2688.

"Section Chief, they've gone to sleep," the young woman said, putting down the receiver.

"Yes, let's rest early too, and get up early to listen tomorrow," the young man said

, taking off his coat. The young woman glanced warily at the Section Chief but didn't move.

The Section Chief smiled and said, "You can sleep in the inner room. I'll stay outside." Then he quickly took a shower, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

The next morning, Lu Taiguan, dressed in a suit and tie, brought He Wuxing to the Peninsula Hotel. They made an appointment with the Bearded Taoist Priest via internal phone and then went to the Felix Pacific Coast restaurant on the 28th floor. After a while, the Bearded Taoist Priest and his assistant arrived. After exchanging pleasantries, they sat down.

Across the street at the dining table, the young couple from room 2686 sat whispering sweet nothings, quite affectionately. The section chief was fiddling with a large, black fountain pen, the cap always pointed in the direction of Lu Taiguan and his group. It was a 15-meter directional microphone made by the German company PK, extremely sensitive, with the receiver earpiece hidden in his right ear canal.

"Is it clear?" the young woman asked softly.

"Very clear," the section chief nodded.

Everyone sat around the table drinking tea. The middle-aged assistant beside the bearded Taoist priest was fiddling with a small radio, seemingly tuning it, his expression grave.

The bearded Taoist priest took a sip of tea and asked Lu Taiguan, "Mr. Lu, when shall I depart?"

Lu Taiguan replied, "Tomorrow. Mr. Wu Daoming, the foremost Feng Shui master of Lingnan, still needs to make some preparations. He Wuxing has already planned the specific schedule."

"The foremost Feng Shui master of Lingnan? Ha, quite the boast. I really want to meet him sooner rather than later. Mr. Lu, can you tell me now where on the mainland our destination is?" the bearded Taoist priest said.

"Of course, you're going to..." Lu Taiguan suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the table.

The bearded Taoist priest's assistant dipped a chopstick in tea and wrote on the table: Someone is eavesdropping.

The bearded Taoist priest, observing this, changed the subject, saying, "Ge Hong of the Eastern Jin Dynasty said in the *Baopuzi* (Inner Chapters), 'If one desires to indulge in lust without restraint, it will shorten one's lifespan. Those skilled in the art can use it to replenish the brain, replenish the yin essence, collect the jade fluid from the golden pool, and draw the three fives from the Hua Liang (a point on the bridge of heaven), thus maintaining beauty even in old age and living out one's natural lifespan.' Mr. Lu, do you have any insights into this?"

Lu Taiguan smiled and said, "Could you elaborate, Taoist priest?"

The bearded Taoist priest chuckled and said, "When Taoist techniques are applied to their fullest extent, even if a man indulges in lust day and night, although he loses essence, it can replenish the brain; absorbing yin can replenish yang. Age is not a problem. Even if one is old, one can still control beauty. The key is the method."

At this moment, the bearded Taoist priest's assistant turned up the volume of the radio and placed it on the table. It was playing advertisements from Hong Kong Commercial Radio, with both Cantonese and music, creating a lively atmosphere.

“You can talk now, just don’t raise your voice above the loudspeaker,” the assistant said.

“Does that mean they can’t eavesdrop?” Lu Taiguan asked in a low voice.

The assistant explained, “The audio signal from the loudspeaker is covering our conversation. With current technology, we can’t detect and separate it, not even in the CIA’s labs.”

“How do you know someone is eavesdropping on us?” Lu Taiguan asked suspiciously.

The assistant smiled and said, “My radio actually has a non-linear detection function; it can detect eavesdropping devices within tens of meters. There’s definitely someone monitoring us in this building.”

Lu Taiguan nodded, seemingly feeling a little uneasy.

"Alright, I'll continue. Our target is in the Dabie Mountains of Lujiang County, Anhui Province. We need to find a tomb. The tomb's occupant is named Sun Xize, a scholar who passed the imperial examination in the Jiawu year of the Guangxu reign. He served as the prefect of Dengzhou and the circuit intendant of Dengzhou, Laizhou, Qingzhou, and Jiaozhou. He was a very important figure in Duan Qirui's Anhui clique. After finding it, we need to bring his remains to a place in Wuyuan, Jiangxi Province, and bury them there. Once that's done, the mission will be complete. I will transfer your payment to your accounts on time. This matter requires extreme secrecy. If it leaks out, we will all be doomed."

Lu Taiguan said solemnly. "Do you know the exact location of that tomb in Lujiang, Anhui?" the bearded

Taoist priest asked. "Jinniu Town," Lu Taiguan replied.

The young couple at the next table stood up, embraced, and walked out of the restaurant. The bearded Taoist priest's assistant followed them warily until their figures disappeared through the restaurant door. He thoughtfully flipped the detector switch again. He could no longer detect the non-linear feedback signal from the eavesdropping device. He understood.

"I'm going out for a bit," the assistant said, then got up and left.

"Section Chief, why did we leave?" the young woman asked anxiously in the Peninsula Hotel lobby.

"We might have been discovered," the section chief said gravely.

"Really? We've been very careful. What could have aroused their suspicion?" the young woman asked.

"Our wireless directional microphone might have been detected. They've been jamming our eavesdropping with a radio," the section chief said, frowning. The

lobby was bustling with people, all impeccably dressed, including business and entertainment figures, their passing drawing whispers from those behind them.

"I'm going to make a call," the section chief said after a moment's thought.

There was a payphone in a corner of the lobby. The section chief went over, picked up the receiver, inserted a Hong Kong dollar coin, and dialed a local number. The young woman watched vigilantly from the side.

In front of a mirror on one side of the lobby stood the bearded man's assistant, who could observe their every move through the mirror's reflection.

The call connected, and a hoarse Cantonese voice came through: "Hello, who is this?"

The section chief said, "Is this my cousin? This is my cousin Mangosteen."

"Is this your aunt's younger cousin?" the hoarse voice asked.

"No, this is my uncle's older cousin," the section chief replied.

"Where are you?" the hoarse voice continued.

"Room 2686, Peninsula Hotel," the section chief said.

"I'll meet you in your room in half an hour." The other party hung up.

The section chief and his young female subordinate took the elevator upstairs hand in hand.

The bearded assistant slipped out, walked to the phone, picked up the receiver, pretended to fumble for coins in his pocket, and glanced at the screen, having already memorized the phone number he had just dialed. In the end, he seemed to have no coins and walked away with a helpless look.

Back in the 28th-floor restaurant, breakfast had arrived, including abalone congee and various other specialties, a typical Cantonese morning tea.

"The danger is over," the assistant said, sitting down.

Lu Taiguan looked at him approvingly and said, "Daoist Master, your assistant is very clever and capable."

The bearded Daoist Master nodded and said, "Ah Xiong used to work for the CIA; I'm the one who recruited him."

Ah Xiong nodded slightly, indicating that he was a man of few words.

Chapter 185

"Ding-dong," the doorbell rang.

The section chief went to open the door, and in the corridor outside stood a short, stout middle-aged man with a parted hairstyle and a face full of acne. "Is this Cousin Mangkhut?" he asked softly, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, please come in." The section chief stepped aside to let him into the guest room.

The man smiled slightly when he saw the young woman, revealing two large gold teeth.

"I am the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau's Hong Kong station, codename 'Big Gold Tooth'," the man introduced himself.

The section chief extended his hand: "I am Major Huang Hanhui, the section chief of the Fourth Section of the Second Division of the Mangkhut Camp, and this is Lieutenant Li." He pointed to the young woman and introduced her.

The full name of Taiwan's Military Intelligence Bureau is the "Military Intelligence Bureau of the Ministry of National Defense," formerly known as the "Military Intelligence Bureau" and later renamed the "Bureau of Secrecy." Its headquarters are located in Zhishan, at the foot of Yangmingshan Mountain in Taipei, internally referred to by the military as the Mangkhut Camp.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Big Gold Tooth asked respectfully; he couldn't afford to offend anyone from headquarters.

Section Chief Huang said, “We arrived in Hong Kong last night on a Cathay Pacific flight from Taipei. Our target is a man known as ‘Master Bearded Old Man.’ He was accompanied by an assistant and met with a Mr. Lu from Hong Kong this morning at the hotel, along with a man named He Wuxing. They plan to sneak off to the mainland tomorrow. Headquarters wants to know where they are going on the mainland and what they are doing. We may have been exposed, so we need your Hong Kong station to assist with 24-hour surveillance, monitoring all their activities in Hong Kong. If necessary, send two people with us to follow them to the mainland.”

“Which room are they staying in?” Big Gold Tooth asked.

Section Chief Huang pointed to the next room and said, “Room 2688.”

“Okay, I’ll arrange it immediately. We have people in this hotel,” Big Gold Tooth said.

“Do you know Wu Daoming, the ‘Number One Feng Shui Master of Lingnan’ in Hong Kong?” Section Chief Huang suddenly asked.

“Yes, he’s extremely famous in the Feng Shui world and quite wealthy. It’s said he lives in the Mid-Levels, a wealthy area in Hong Kong,” Big Gold Tooth immediately said.

“We’ll be in the room, ready to receive any news,” Section Chief Huang nodded and said.

Big Gold Tooth left, and Section Chief Huang paced back and forth, deep in thought. After a while, he stopped and instructed Lieutenant Li, "Check our documents again. The mainland is very vigilant."

Lieutenant Li took out the forged Hong Kong resident identity cards and entry/exit permits for the mainland and checked them all. "Section Chief, no problem, and we have enough RMB."

"Good," Section Chief Huang nodded. He had never been to the mainland before; it truly was vast, judging from the map. He hoped everything would go smoothly this time, and nothing bad would happen.

Section Chief Huang and Lieutenant Li stayed in the room all day. Lieutenant Li constantly used "Walls Have Ears" to monitor room 2688, even calling the restaurant to order lunch.

"Walls Have Ears" was actually a highly sensitive wired microphone probe, attached to the wall like a stethoscope. It modulated the voices of people in the next room through the slight vibrations of the wall, amplified them, and then listened to through headphones.

Just past noon, Lieutenant Li heard the sound of a door opening in the next room through his earpiece. Someone entered the room, moving very quietly, making a rustling sound for a moment, and then left, gently closing the door behind them.

Strange, the voice didn't sound like a waiter, nor was it Master Beard and his group. Section

Chief Huang pondered, "Could it be Big Gold Tooth's men? Continue listening."

"Yes, Section Chief." Lieutenant Li listened intently.

Around 5 PM, the sound of a door opening came from next door again; this time, Master Beard and his companion returned.

"Ah Xiong, pack the things you bought. We'll depart on time tomorrow morning," Master Beard instructed.

Lieutenant Li gestured, indicating that the target had returned.

Next door, Ah Xiong shushed, then took out his radio, switched to the detection mode, and began searching for suspicious signals in the room. Sure enough, a very strong wireless transmission signal was detected. Ah Xiong adjusted his direction and finally pried out a small, fingernail-sized listening device from under the coffee table in the living room. It had a plastic casing and a two-centimeter-long antenna.

Ah Xiong smiled, went into the bathroom, threw the listening device into the toilet, and flushed it away.

After testing again, everything was normal.

"Alright, it's taken care of. This wireless listening device was installed today while we were away. Now we can talk without worry."

Lieutenant Li turned to Chief Huang and whispered, "They found a listening device and destroyed it. Luckily, our 'walls have ears' system is wired, otherwise it would have been detected even through a wall."

"Hmm, keep an eye on it." Chief Huang waved his hand.

The bearded Taoist priest said, "Which gang is following us so closely?"

Ah Xiong said, "They must have been tracking us from Taipei all the way to Hong Kong. I think it's either the National Security Bureau or the Military Intelligence Bureau."

"We don't have any grudges against government departments," the bearded Taoist priest said.

“Since Chiang Kai-shek’s death on April 5th this year, the government’s intelligence agencies have intensified their surveillance. I think the problem isn’t on our side, maybe…” Ah Xiong said.

“Maybe what? Just say what you think, you’re an expert in this area,” the bearded Taoist priest urged.

“It must be related to what we’re looking for on the mainland this time,” Ah Xiong said.

“You mean that tomb? A skeleton from decades ago? Heh, why would the government’s intelligence agencies have the leisure to deal with tomb raiding?” the bearded Taoist priest laughed.

Ah Xiong said seriously, “So, this tomb must be something special.”

Lieutenant Li took off his earpiece and said, “Chief, they’ve gone out. They just talked about going to the mainland to find a tomb from decades ago.” He then recounted the conversation he had overheard.

“A tomb? This matter is probably not that simple,” Chief Huang muttered to himself.

The doorbell rang, and Chief Huang opened the door. Big Gold Tooth walked in.

“The bugging device you installed has been discovered,” Chief Huang said coldly.

Big Gold Tooth blushed slightly and said, "We already know. Our people have been following them all day. A prominent Hong Kong figure, Justice of the Peace Mr. Lu, and a Taiwanese feng shui master named He Wuxing accompanied the target shopping in the Nathan Road and Hung Hom commercial districts of Tsim Sha Tsui. They bought some strange items, such as high-energy flashlights, Swiss Army knives, masks, disinfectant, and so on. We also overheard them planning to cross the border at Lo Wu Port at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. They are currently at the French restaurant in the hotel, where Mr. Lu is hosting a banquet for them."

"Justice of the Peace Mr. Lu? Do you know anything about his background?" Section Chief Huang asked.

"I don't know the specifics, but I know he is a famous jeweler in Hong Kong with a net worth of hundreds of millions of dollars. He is also a philanthropist, but he is very low-key and rarely appears in the media," Big Gold Tooth explained.

"We need to investigate his background further. We also need to thoroughly investigate Wu Daoming, who is known as the 'Number One Feng Shui Master in Lingnan.' Report the findings directly to headquarters, understand?" Section Chief Huang said.

“Alright, we’ll start making arrangements immediately.” Big Gold Tooth had always been somewhat resentful of the direct assignment of tasks from the Hong Kong station to various business departments. He was a colonel, after all, and while he outwardly showed respect, he inwardly scoffed at the way the young people from headquarters were bossing him around. Section Chief

Huang frowned and said, “We must find out exactly where on the mainland they’re going.”

“Anhui, they’re going to Anhui,” Big Gold Tooth suddenly said.

“Anhui? How did you know?” Section Chief Huang became alert.

Big Gold Tooth explained, “Our men spotted the target looking for and buying a map of Anhui Province in a bookstore, and marking circles on it.”

“Did you see the specific locations circled?” Section Chief Huang asked urgently.

“Lu Taiguan has some bodyguards standing there, so we can’t get close,” Big Gold Tooth said. Seeing the disappointment on Section Chief Huang’s face, he felt a little better. In the end, he told him anyway, after all, the interests of the Party and the State are above all else. He said, “After the target left, our people also bought the same map and had the shop assistant circle the same locations on it. I brought the map.” With that, Big Gold Tooth took out a folded map from his pocket. Section Chief

Huang couldn’t wait to unfold the map.

It was an administrative map of Anhui Province on the mainland. A line of ink traced a small circle along Tongcheng, Shucheng, Chaohu to Wuwei County, and the center of the circle was—Lujiang County.

Section Chief Huang was puzzled. Lujiang—a grave—skeletal remains from decades ago? He already felt a vague unease.

He knew whose remains they were.

But he didn't know why the old Taoist priest had traveled so far to find them.

Chapter 186:

Wu Chushan carried Zhu Biao's body, and Dr. Zhu carried a travel bag containing Shen Caihua's remains. They shouldered an iron hoe and left their home, heading towards Linggu Cave at the foot of Nanshan Mountain under the moonlight.

The faint beam of a flashlight flickered in the bamboo forest. Two caws, startled awake by crows perched on the bamboo tips, glared angrily at the two uninvited night travelers.

Beyond the bamboo forest lay the entrance to Linggu Cave; the dense thicket was where the Yin-Yang symbol of Taiji resided.

The cold moonlight, the endless desolation, and the rustling of the bamboo tips in the breeze.

Dr. Zhu sighed, "This auspicious burial site, left by the ancients for a thousand years, has been seized by the Huang family of Wuyuan. The ways of the world are truly unpredictable."

Wu Chushan also smiled bitterly and said, "Fortunately, it was Old Master Huang who buried them upside down, breaking the dragon's energy. Perhaps this is a blessing for all living beings. Today, we'll bury Zhu Biao and Shen Caihua again, collecting all the remaining energy. It's a pity that Liu Bowen, who schemed for 600 years, could never have imagined this outcome."

The two of them disappeared into the bushes, arriving beside the Taiji Yin Aura, and laid down Zhu Biao's body. Under the moonlight, the five-colored halo was clearly visible, covering an area of over ten feet.

"Strange, when Old Master Huang was buried, the five-colored halo soil was clearly mixed in, but now the circles are clearly distinct, as if this burial site had never been used," Wu Chushan exclaimed in surprise.

"Could it be that Old Master Huang didn't harmonize with the Taiji Yin Aura?" Dr. Zhu asked doubtfully.

Wu Chushan shook his head and said, "Impossible. The Taiji Yin Halo doesn't discriminate. It affects everyone, even pigs, cattle, and sheep—any mammal will be affected."

Doctor Zhu said, "Never mind that, let's bury Zhu Biao first."

Wu Chushan nodded and said, "Old Master Huang was buried alive right in the middle of the Yin Halo. Anyway, he's already dead, so let's not disturb him. Let's bury him a little to the side."

"Which side?" Doctor Zhu asked.

"West, I suppose. Don't people always talk about going to the Western Paradise? I hope those two lovers can reach the Western Paradise soon. I'll dig." Wu Chushan said, raising his iron hoe.

Under the cold moonlight, Wu Chushan dug the soil with all his might. He was a martial arts expert, so it seemed effortless for him. In no time, he had dug a long, narrow pit, nearly two meters long, about two feet wide, and a little over a meter deep.

“Zhu Biao, today I bury you in this ancient and wondrous burial site. I hope you and Shen Caihua can absorb some of the dragon's energy, protecting your child so that he may grow up to be successful.” Wu Chushan murmured as he gently lifted Zhu Biao's body and placed it in the pit. Then he opened his travel bag, took out Shen Caihua's remains, and placed them on Zhu Biao's chest. Finally, he placed the skull next to Zhu Biao's head.

“Now, you two can embrace each other.” The man took one last look and began filling the pit with soil.

“There’s no need to build a grave mound or erect a tombstone. That would easily attract the attention of the Huang and Meng families, and Zhu Biao wouldn’t rest in peace.” Wu Chushan sighed.

Dr. Zhu stepped forward and tamped the soil down, then threw the empty travel bag far away. Seeing that no trace had been left, he decided to go back.

“Life is so short.” Wu Chushan murmured.

Meanwhile, in the special care ward of Wuyuan County People’s Hospital, the lights were bright, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant. Huang Qianhui and Meng Zhuqi have both regained consciousness, only Meng Hongbing remains unconscious.

"Director Huang, you're awake. I've already performed surgery on you," Jing Taiji said, leaning over the bed.

Huang Qianhui forced a smile and said weakly, "This matter shouldn't be spread. How many people know about it right now?"

Jing Taiji replied, "Only the night shift medical staff who participated in the rescue. They've been warned to keep it strictly confidential. As part of organizational discipline, the police haven't been notified yet either; we need to consult you before proceeding."

"Good, well done. First, don't notify the police. As for the county revolutionary committee, inform them tomorrow that I'm slightly unwell and will rest for two days before returning to work," Huang Qianhui instructed. "Okay

, Director Huang, don't worry, I'll take care of it after dawn. Also, is it really necessary to notify the police to apprehend the murderer?" Jing Taiji asked.

"The murderer is Zhu Biao. Once I recover, I will deal with him," Huang Qianhui said firmly.

Jing Taiji thought to himself that Zhu Biao, having suffered such a severe blow, certainly wouldn't live much longer, but at least he still had an accomplice; otherwise, he definitely wouldn't have escaped. However, he didn't say it aloud.

"Tell me the truth about my injuries," Huang Qianhui said in an unquestionable tone.

"A third of your penis was shot off; the glans is gone. This will likely affect your future sex life," Jing Taiji reported truthfully.

"Hehe, what does that matter? My mother, Jianguo, has been gone for many years, and I've still managed on my own. For the revolutionary cause, whether or not you have a glans doesn't matter; the key is being able to urinate and defecate smoothly," Huang Qianhui said frankly.

Jing Taiji's eyes welled up with tears.

"How is Zhu Qi's injury?" Huang Qianhui asked, pointing to his brother-in-law on the bed beside him.

Jing Taiji told the truth: "Director Meng's condition is much worse. His male external genitalia were smashed, and to save his life, they had to be completely removed. From now on, he can only squat to urinate like a woman."

"What! My penis and testicles are gone? How can I live like a woman!" Meng Zhuqi cried out angrily from her hospital bed.

"What's wrong with women? Don't women do revolution? What's the big deal about squatting to urinate? You can still do revolutionary work." Huang Qianhui scolded angrily.

"Waaah..." Meng Zhuqi covered herself with the blanket and cried aggrievedly.

"How is Xiaobing?" Huang Qianhui asked again.

"Xiaobing is fine. He might actually benefit from this misfortune." Jing Taiji said.

"What do you mean?" Huang Qianhui asked suspiciously.

Meng Zhuqi stopped crying and peeked out from under the blanket to listen carefully.

Jing Taiji explained, "Do you know why Xiaobing is mentally unstable? Why is he interested in old sows?"

Huang Qiansui shook his head and asked, "Why?"

Jing Taiji sneered, "Because Zhu Hansheng transplanted pig testicles into him."

"Ah..." Huang Qiansui and Meng Zhuqi on the next bed were both shocked.

"I want to take revenge on Zhu Hansheng!" Meng Zhuqi said through gritted teeth, hiding under the covers.

Huang Qiansui pondered, "Hansheng's medical skills are miraculous, but he can't be used by us. So we can only reluctantly get rid of him, but we can't act blindly. We must find a handle to use against him and defeat the Southern Border Kingdom." "

And Wu Chushan, he dared to threaten me. We must take care of him first, otherwise that guy will go crazy." Meng Zhuqi interjected.

Huang Qiansui nodded, then said, "Continue with Xiaobing's situation. Why was it a blessing in disguise?"

Jing Taiji smiled slightly and said, "The bullet shattered his two pig testicles, so I transplanted a pair of human testicles into him, and he recovered completely."

"You?" Huang Qiansui looked at him distrustfully.

Jing Taiji chuckled and said, "I used the same drug as Zhu Hansheng."

"Did you smear dog poop on it?" Meng Zhuqi asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, I applied a thick layer. He's in the next room, still unconscious, and the room stinks," Jing Taiji replied.

"Well done. I knew you were talented; our revolutionary ranks should have more people like you," Huang Qianhui praised.

Jing Taiji smiled, thinking, "I don't care.

" "Director Huang, if you want to take revenge on and get rid of Zhu Hansheng, there's a good opportunity right now," Jing Taiji suggested.

"What opportunity?" Huang Qianhui asked suspiciously.

"Director Huang, do you know where I went this time?" Jing Taiji smiled slightly.

Huang Qianhui stared directly at him.

"I went to Hong Kong," Jing Taiji said mysteriously.

Huang Qianhui still stared at him without speaking.

"I used the excuse of visiting relatives in my hometown in Sichuan to secretly follow Zhu Hansheng and smuggle him to Hong Kong," Jing Taiji said.

“Smuggling? That’s treason!” Meng Zhuqi exclaimed in surprise.

Jing Taiji smiled and continued, “Hansheng betrayed something and got a huge sum of money, a full 120 million Hong Kong dollars!”

“How much is that in RMB?” Meng Zhuqi’s eyes lit up.

“40 million RMB,” Jing Taiji replied.

“…” Huang Qiansui and Meng Zhuqi gasped. 40 million RMB was equivalent to several years’ worth of revenue for the entire Wuyuan County.

“So, Zhu Hansheng is already colluding with hostile overseas forces. You see, the imperialists’ ambitions are still alive. When he sneaks back, we’ll wipe him out and take all the money.” Huang Qiansui said decisively.

Jing Taiji said, “Probably in the next few days.” “Does

Zhu Hansheng have any other accomplices returning to Wuyuan?” Huang Qiansui asked.

“There’s an old woman surnamed Wang, whose martial arts skills are extremely high,” Jing Taiji said with a sinister smile. "

Hmph, Master, it's just that you're too much of a threat to me. Anyway, you're already old enough to live a long life, dying a couple of years earlier won't matter.

" Huang Qianhui clenched his fist and sneered. "What's so great about martial arts skills? Can they be stronger than the dictatorship of the proletariat?"

In the following two days, Huang Qianhui had arranged for people to monitor Han Sheng's family in Nanshan Village. Under the careful care of Dean Jing Taiji, he and Meng Zhuqi were able to get out of bed and move around, although Meng Zhuqi still needed to squat to urinate, which he wasn't quite used to.

Only Meng Hongbing was constantly in and out of consciousness, which puzzled Jing Taiji. What was wrong?

In the dean's office, a doctor brought Meng Hongbing's comprehensive test report, which Jing Taiji was reviewing one by one.

To Jing Taiji's astonishment, the report showed positive results for both AFP (alpha-fetoprotein) and HCG (human gonadotropin). AFP was more than double the normal value of 40 ng/ml, reaching 80 ng/ml, and HCG was several times higher than the normal value of 1 ng/ml – both tumor markers. Even more serious was Meng Hongbing's swollen lymph nodes throughout his body and edema in his lower limbs.

He summoned a doctor specializing in patient death registration and quietly asked, "Two days ago, there was a body of an elderly man in his fifties or sixties in the morgue. Do you know him?"

"Yes, he died five or six days ago. His funeral might be tomorrow," the doctor replied.

"What disease did he die from?" Jing Taiji asked.

"Testicular cancer," the doctor answered.

Jing Taiji was shocked. Oh no! His cleverness had backfired. What was he going to do? A few beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Suddenly, Jing Taiji chuckled coldly. Whatever, that kid wasn't any better. He couldn't stay here anyway. Whether Huang Qianhui and the others could subdue his master or not, his goal was Han Sheng's *Qing Nang Jing*. His objective was to abduct Han Sheng while the situation was muddied.

"What's wrong? Is something amiss, Dean Jing?" the doctor asked timidly.

Jing Taiji waved his hand. "Nothing, everything's fine. You can leave."

The doctor left the dean's office, gently closing the door behind him.

Jing Taiji stood up and paced around the office. Hmm, he couldn't say anything about Meng Hongbing; his life or death depended on his luck. Besides, he figured his master and Han Sheng would be returning to Wuyuan soon. He needed to plan his next move. In terms of wit and strategy, who could compare to him, Jing Taiji?

Oh, and that wretched little baby boy—he'd actually bitten off his manhood! Damn it, he wouldn't let him get away with it.

The door opened, and Huang Qianhui shuffled in, followed by Meng Zhuqi.

"Hansheng and that old woman are back," Huang Qianhui said solemnly.

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