Beautiful young nun

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Ren Dongjie took the invitation and examined it closely. It was an ordinary birthday invitation, with sincere words of invitation written on it. The signature was Xiao Tianxiong, the date was October 13th, and there was a vermilion seal at the bottom.

At this moment, Peng Tai also came over. As soon as he saw the seal, he suddenly exclaimed, his whole face turning pale.

"This...this is indeed the unique seal of Master Xiao!" He stammered, his eyes showing fear. "I recognize it. The seal was carved by a famous calligrapher who has long since passed away. No one else can imitate it."

Ren Dongjie said in a deep voice, "But Master Xiao's unfortunate death is an undeniable fact. Could it be..."

He paused and did not continue. Madam Yinlu spoke up herself, saying softly, "Could it be...this invitation was sent by a dead person? Did my husband and I see a ghost in broad daylight?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines, and a coldness involuntarily rose in their hearts.
Chapter Five: The Old Lover in the Coffin
The restaurant fell silent for a moment; no one spoke. Just then, a commotion arose outside. Amidst the noise, the manager of Taihe Restaurant rushed in, sweating profusely, his voice trembling. "Gentlemen," he stammered, "a carriage just passed by and left behind four...four coffins. It seems...it seems..."

He hesitated, unable to finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: why would someone leave coffins at the restaurant's entrance for no reason? It must be related to the grudges and feuds among these江湖客 (jianghu ke, martial arts practitioners).

Everyone was deeply moved. The woman in the bamboo hat waved her hand and shouted, "Go, bring all the coffins in!"

The manager, naturally unwilling to risk trouble, hesitated. Suddenly, several sharp sounds rang out, and the woman's men drew their weapons halfway, their faces contorted with malice.

The shopkeeper was terrified, cold sweat pouring down his face. Without hesitation, he turned and ran out like a whirlwind.

In no time, dozens of shop assistants, under his command, carried the four coffins into the restaurant and placed them down.

The four brand-new coffins were made of fine sandalwood; although valuable, they were still quite ordinary. But somehow, their presence here gave off a very eerie and uncomfortable feeling.

Except for Ren Dongjie, almost everyone's expression changed, staring at the four coffins with extremely grim expressions.

Ren Dongjie's eyes flashed, he smiled, and walked over to open the coffin lids one by one.

A thick, pungent smell of blood immediately wafted out, filling every inch of the restaurant.

As soon as the first coffin was opened, the alluring woman, Hu Xian'er, immediately gasped in shock. The young men around her also gasped and cried out.

"It's Xiao San'er..." they cried, their faces pale. "Wasn't he out gathering information? How... how could he be killed?"

Inside lay a dead young man, who, like these pretty boys, was quite handsome in life. But now, his handsome face was stiff and contorted, and his body was covered in dried blood from head to toe, clearly suffering from severe internal injuries that caused him to bleed to death!

Ren Dongjie sighed slightly and opened the second coffin. Inside was a dead young Taoist priest, his face swollen and purple, his eyes bulging terrifyingly, his hands tightly gripping his throat, as if he had suffocated to death due to difficulty breathing!

The old Taoist Xuan Lingzi let out a soft sigh, his face changing slightly, but he remained calm and did not stand up.

The third coffin was opened, and this time Ren Dongjie cried out in shock, "Di Long!"

He never imagined that the deceased in this coffin was none other than Di Long, the same man he had encountered not long ago at the brothel, a man full of vigor and vitality! The

women in bamboo hats and their subordinates all let out mournful cries, rushing over and weeping uncontrollably beside the coffins.

The woman herself remained calm, standing still and silent, but her eyes, visible through the bamboo hat, held a clear look of grief and indignation.

Di Long's martial arts skills were not weak; how could he have been killed and placed in a coffin? Could it be... that General Xie Jian had done it, to eliminate a competitor who had a chance to get close to Yu Linglong?

Ren Dongjie pondered, glancing into the coffin again. Suddenly, he noticed that Di Long's body was deformed, his entire body curled up in a strange, boneless ball.

He was secretly startled, as if remembering something, and hesitated before finally speaking. After a long while, he slowly walked towards the fourth coffin, his eyes involuntarily glancing at the two nuns in the corner.

Of the four groups of guests in the restaurant, the bodies of three groups' subordinates were already in coffins; it was easy to guess whose body was in this last coffin.

Ren Dongjie sighed. He saw that Abbess Jinghui had already stood up; this usually highly accomplished Buddhist nun could not remain calm at this moment. Her female disciple, Miaoyin, was even more nervous, her clear, bright eyes filled with undisguised panic. With

a "bang," the fourth coffin finally opened, but in that instant, Ren Dongjie suddenly froze. Not only him, but everyone in the restaurant was also stunned.

Lying in the coffin was not a dead person, but a young nun who was still alive!

She was completely naked, her mature, bare body curled up helplessly. Her originally fair skin was covered with a strange crimson, her face flushed as if it were about to bleed, her eyes wide open in a daze.

"Senior Sister!" Miaoyin screamed, her delicate body swaying unsteadily.

Abbess Jinghui's expression also changed drastically. She flew over quickly, calling out, "Miaodi, what's wrong?"

She reached out to help her disciple, but as soon as her fingertips touched her skin, she suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! How come you're so hot? Do you have a fever?"

Miaodi's face showed pain, her lips moved, but no sound came out. She looked as if she were in a raging furnace, her whole body drenched in sweat, her breathing rapid, her full breasts heaving up and down.

Master Jinghui was filled with shock and doubt. She hurriedly removed her outer robe, wanting to cover her naked body, but Ren Dongjie stopped her with his arm outstretched, saying in a deep voice, "Absolutely not! Your disciple has been poisoned with 'Three Yangs Aphrodisiac Incense,' and her life is hanging by a thread."

"What?" Master Jinghui felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, and everyone else also changed color.

This "Three Yangs Aphrodisiac Incense" was an extremely potent aphrodisiac. Only by engaging in sexual intercourse with a man and experiencing three consecutive orgasms could the poison be neutralized.

"Ugh—" The naked nun in the coffin groaned hoarsely, her beautiful face convulsing in pain. Her hands clutched her breasts, and her two fair thighs rubbed together frantically. Hot, overflowing fluids were already seeping from between her buttocks, and the air was filled with a distinct scent of lust.

With tears welling in her eyes, Miao Yin said desperately, "Is there... no way to save Senior Sister?"

Ren Dongjie spread his hands, saying helplessly, "Unless she takes the antidote within a quarter of an hour, the only way to cure the poison is through the method of yin-yang union..."

Before he could finish speaking, Miao Di, who had been in a daze, suddenly raised her head, as if she had become more clear-headed. Her gaze fixed on Ren Dongjie, and she suddenly cried out excitedly, "Young Master Ren, you...you are Young Master Ren..."

Ren Dongjie was taken aback and exclaimed, "How do you recognize me?"

This was the second time he'd asked that question today. He'd only been in the city for half a day, yet so many people had already seen through his identity—it was truly unexpected.

"So, you're the infamous 'Playboy'!" Abbess Jinghui glanced at him sideways, coldly saying, "No wonder. Miaodi only became a nun a little over a year ago. She said she and you had a past relationship. Have you completely forgotten?"

Ren Dongjie's face flushed slightly. He realized Miaodi looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't recall her name—since entering the martial world, he'd had countless fleeting encounters with beauties, many just one-night stands. How could he possibly remember them all?

At this moment, Miaodi's condition was extremely critical. The burning aphrodisiac had completely destroyed her mind. She abandoned all pride and restraint, actually inserting her fingers into her wet, sticky vagina, masturbating under everyone's gaze, uttering nothing but wanton moans.

Miaoyin was frantic and at a loss, not knowing what to do. Abbess Jinghui gritted her teeth, resolutely picked up her outer robe, and prepared to cover her disciple without hesitation to prevent further embarrassment.

In that brief moment, many thoughts flashed through Ren Dongjie's mind. He was well aware of the consequences of saving her, which made him hesitate. Just as

the robe was about to cover her, Ren Dongjie suddenly stretched out his long arm, snatched the robe away, and threw it down. He then quickly unbuckled his belt, and before anyone could react, his lower body was completely naked—in that instant, he had made his decision; no matter what, he could not watch a beautiful woman who had once brought him pleasure die.

Abbess Jinghui was furious and shouted, "What are you doing?" Miaoyin blushed even more, let out a scream, and instinctively turned her head away. Everyone else was also dumbfounded, almost unable to believe their eyes.

Ren Dongjie said, "Your disciple's poison has fully taken effect. Finding an antidote is definitely too late. Only this most primitive method can save her." He took two steps forward and lifted Miaodi from the coffin.

The moment she touched the man's body, Miaodi let out a joyful cry, her legs spreading to hook around his waist, eagerly offering her ample buttocks to his erect member.

"How dare you! Put her down!" Abbess Jinghui trembled with rage, pulling a whisk from her collar and swung it with a sharp gust of wind.

Ren Dongjie held the burning hot body with his left hand and parried with his right, repeatedly saying, "Abbess, I meant no harm. Saving lives is the priority; we can't be bound by conventional methods!"

Abbess Jinghui's face was ashen. She unleashed seven or eight deadly blows with her whisk, each one a deadly strike, clearly showing the Buddhist nun's genuine anger. Although Ren Dongjie only had one hand available and was at a complete disadvantage in the battle, he still managed to deflect all her attacks in the blink of an eye.

"Quick... insert it into me... please... insert it..." Miao Di moaned shamelessly, her mind completely muddled. She anxiously searched for it, thrusting her snow-white buttocks, and finally touched that fiery dragon. She sat down with all her might...

"Ah!" A huge feeling of fullness spread throughout her body. Miao Di was so excited that she almost fainted. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably as she passionately welcomed the invasion of this strange object.

Ren Dongjie couldn't help but gasp. Feeling her warmth and moisture, his mind wavered slightly, and his moves suddenly became vulnerable. He was caught by the silver threads on the whisk and was momentarily unable to move.

Abbess Jinghui shouted angrily and struck out with her empty left palm like lightning, mercilessly attacking the vital point on the chest, intending to kill her in one fell swoop.

Ren Dongjie was unable to defend himself and could only close his eyes and await his death. He smiled bitterly to himself, thinking that he had spent his entire life pursuing beauty, and even at the moment of his death, he was still riding on a woman's body.

Suddenly, with a "snap," Hu Xian'er rushed in from the side and blocked the attack with her palm.

The two palms collided, and both of them swayed. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ren Dongjie swung his arm to throw off his whisk and, holding Miao Di, leaped out of the circle.

Master Jinghui raised her eyebrows and said sternly, "Hu Xian'er, are you going to make things difficult for my Hengshan Sect too?"

Hu Xian'er giggled and said, "Oh dear, why are you so angry, Master? I think Young Master Ren meant well, he just wanted to save your disciple's life!"

Master Jinghui rebuked, "Nonsense! If he saves someone like that, although my disciple's life will be saved, her years of cultivation will be destroyed. If this gets out, won't my Hengshan Sect be disgraced?"

Ren Dongjie said breathlessly, "Saving people... is the most important thing, how can I... care about so much..." As he spoke, he wrapped his arms around the beautiful nun in his arms and quickly brought her to the peak of passion.

Miao Di let out a high-pitched moan, pleasure surged like a tide, and hot honey water kept flowing from the point of their union, the scene was indescribably erotic.

Master Jinghui was so angry she almost vomited blood. She brandished her whisk and attacked again, but was stopped by Hu Xian'er. In her haste, she couldn't break through Hu Xian'er's defenses, so she could only shout, "Miaoyin, what are you standing there for? Quickly kill that shameless scoundrel!"

Miaoyin hesitated for a moment, then drew her long sword and walked step by step towards Ren Dongjie. Her face was flushed, and her gaze was elsewhere. She couldn't bear to look directly

at this lewd scene. She whispered, "Please let go of my senior sister, benefactor. She violated the Buddhist precepts. After death, she will fall into the eighteen levels of hell. What you're doing is only harming her." Ren Dongjie said solemnly, "You're wrong. In my eyes, what are the rules and regulations, what is the reputation of the sect? They are all just empty illusions, far less important than a human life."

"Well said!" The girl in the bamboo hat clapped and cheered, and her subordinates echoed her. Miaoyin was suddenly at a loss, not knowing whether she should thrust her sword out.

Master Jinghui coldly said, "I've long heard that the bandits of Qilian Mountain are ruthless killers, and the female chieftain Ouyang Qinghong is notoriously cruel. When did you start valuing human life? That's quite a strange thing."

Ouyang Qinghong smiled faintly and said, "I have no intention of arguing with you, Master, but no matter what, protecting your disciple's life is the top priority right now!"

Master Jinghui said sternly, "My disciple's life and safety are none of your business, and you have no right to meddle!"

Ouyang Qinghong said, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to get involved, but this matter concerns me, and it concerns most of the people here."

She paused, and said in a deep voice, "Three groups of our men died mysteriously. Your disciple, as the only survivor, is the only one who could possibly provide clues. How can we let her die like this?"

Master Jinghui was speechless, and the attacks on her whisk unconsciously slowed down. After a moment, she sighed deeply and finally stopped attacking.

At this moment, Miao Di was enjoying herself to the fullest under Ren Dongjie's crotch, no longer resembling a Buddhist nun, but rather a wanton woman driven by extreme lust.

The crowd watched this erotic scene with expressions that were more or less awkward. Only Hu Xian'er watched boldly and frankly, her bright eyes filled with desire, occasionally letting out giggles.

Ren Dongjie, however, was completely oblivious to everything around him, successfully bringing her to orgasm three times in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Ah...it's coming...it's coming again...ah...faster..." With a sobbing scream, Miao Di's body trembled violently, the hot fluid gushing from her flower drenching him...

Ren Dongjie sighed, slowly withdrawing his still-erect penis, and placed the naked Miao Di on a chair.

Miao Yin rushed over, grabbing her outer robe to cover her senior sister's body.

Hu Xian'er's eyes flickered, staring at the penis in surprise. "What? You didn't ejaculate?"

Ren Dongjie shrugged. "I told you, this is only to save people, not to satisfy my own desires."

Abbess Jinghui remained silent, her face grim. She flicked her whisk and walked towards Miaodi, giving her a frosty glare.

Miaodi was filled with fear, trembling as she said, "Master, I...I..."

Abbess Jinghui suddenly sighed, her expression turning to pity. She sighed, "A tragedy, a tragedy..."

She bent down and whispered, "Miaodi, what happened to you? Tell your master quietly."

Miaodi nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. She brought her lips to Abbess Jinghui's ear and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

The onlookers pricked up their ears curiously, but they couldn't hear anything.

Hu Xian'er was somewhat displeased and was about to tell them to speak louder, but then she thought that this might involve something shameful, and it would be difficult for the nun to speak in public. It would be better to wait for Abbess Jinghui to tell her the truth herself, so she remained silent.

At this time, Ren Dongjie had tidied his clothes and sat down leisurely in the restaurant, pouring himself a drink.

After a while, Miao Di finally finished speaking. Abbess Jinghui slowly straightened up, stared at her for a long time, and said softly, "My dear disciple, your master will seek justice for you. You...you should go well."

Miao Di's beautiful eyes suddenly showed extreme fear. She opened her mouth to scream in horror, but before she could make a sound, Abbess Jinghui's right palm, hidden in her sleeve, swung out and struck her on the top of the head, instantly shattering the young nun's skull and killing her.

Everyone present was shocked; no one expected Abbess Jinghui to be so ruthless. Ren Dongjie was deeply shocked and rushed forward to check on Miaodi's injuries. She was already dead, her beautiful face filled with a lingering attachment to life, tears streaming from her wide-open eyes.

Ren Dongjie felt a pang of sorrow. He silently reached out and stroked Miaodi's cheek, closing her eyes. A wave of pain washed over him, and he felt his own eyes welling up with tears.

He abruptly turned to Master Jinghui, glaring at her, and said, word by word, "This wasn't her fault! Why did you kill her?"

Master Jinghui remained expressionless, coldly replying, "The Hengshan Sect's centuries-old reputation cannot be tarnished by one person. Only with her life could she wash away the shame she suffered today."

Ren Dongjie's anger surged, and he shouted, "Is so-called reputation more important to you than a living human life? Is this the compassion the Buddha taught you?"

Master Jinghui ignored him completely, sitting cross-legged and softly chanting Buddhist mantras.

The air in the restaurant seemed to freeze. Everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

After a long while, Peng Tai gave a dry laugh and tried to smooth things over, saying, "Young Master Ren, please don't be angry. In the end, it's all the poisoner's fault. Let's wait for Abbess Jinghui to provide clues, and then go together to capture this person and avenge the dead."

Suddenly, a sinister laugh rang out, and a hoarse, unpleasant voice said, "Why bother looking? We've come to you ourselves."
Everyone's expression changed, and they looked in the direction of the voice. They saw a window facing the street suddenly smashed open, and a figure lightly leaped in.

This person was dressed in yellow, with a full head of red hair, a withered face without any expression, and narrow eyes that flashed with a sinister light. It was clear at a glance that he was a ruthless person.

Ouyang Qinghong strode forward, her voice sharp and demanding, "Did you kill my men? Who are you?"

The man in yellow chuckled and said, "Greetings, Chief Ouyang. I am Yang Qi."

Peng Tai exclaimed, "The Red-Haired Butcher!"

Upon hearing this, the young men around Hu Xian'er all turned ashen-faced with fear.

This "Red-Haired Butcher," Yang Qi, was the newly appointed Northern Branch Chief of the Kuaiyi Hall, renowned for his ruthlessness and cold-blooded killing.

It was said that he was a butcher by trade, wielding a pig-slaughtering knife with unparalleled skill, slaughtering people as if they were pigs.

Ouyang Qinghong calmly said, "Very well. I have long admired Mr. Yang's martial arts prowess. May I, the Chief, exchange a few blows?"

Yang Qi replied indifferently, "I'm sorry, I'm only here to urge you on your way. I have no interest in fighting you one-on-one."

Ouyang Qinghong was puzzled: "On your way?"

Yang Qi smiled sinisterly without answering, turning and retreating to the window. Suddenly, a series of loud crashes erupted as all the windows of the restaurant were smashed open.

At the breach, figures moved, and dozens of alarming arrows appeared in unison!

The bows were powerful, drawn to their fullest extent. The arrows were sharp, their tips gleaming with a bluish light, clearly coated with deadly poison!

A chill ran through the crowd; they realized they had been unknowingly surrounded. These archers formed three layers, completely blocking the entire restaurant.

Abbess Jinghui raised her eyebrows and sneered, "You think these mere arrows can intimidate us?"

Yang Qi didn't speak, but waved his right hand. Suddenly, the archers in the front row released their arrows simultaneously.

The arrows rained down, but they were aimed at an empty wall. After a series of swift "swish, swish, swish" sounds, they formed several lines of large characters on the wall.

In the sunlight, it was clear that these were twenty-four large, elegantly written characters! "I urge you all to leave the city immediately. If you do not leave, calamity will befall you. A woman loses her virginity, a man loses his soul!"

Everyone gasped, staring at the twenty-four large characters, speechless for a long time.

Now they could all see that these archers were not ordinary archers; they all possessed internal martial arts skills and had undergone specialized training. The arrows shot by such a group would certainly have immense threat and lethality.

After a while, Mr. Golden Eagle suddenly burst into wild laughter, shouting, "Good! What a fine 'A woman loses her virginity, a man loses his soul'! We're not leaving; we'll see which one can make my husband and I lose our souls!"

Hu Xian'er giggled seductively, "There are many things I fear in this world, but there is only one thing I am not afraid of: losing my virginity."

The young men beside her echoed her, but their bodies trembled even more violently.

Yang Qi's face darkened, and he said coldly, "You all want to die here? Not a single one of you will leave?"

Suddenly, someone responded, "I... I'll leave."

Everyone turned to look, and saw Ren Dongjie slowly walking out, saying in a deep voice, "I have no intention of getting involved in this matter. I originally planned to leave the city tonight."

Yang Qi narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a moment, then nodded and said, "Good, I believe what Young Master Ren says. Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't leave. I know you're not the kind of ambitious person. If you have time later, I can treat you to a drink."

Ren Dongjie sighed, "I'm already very tired. I just hope to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible and don't want to get involved in anything anymore."

He cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and slowly walked towards the stairs. The archers blocking the way made way for him, and he left without looking back. The night was deep, and the stars twinkled. It was finally midnight.

Ren Dongjie walked slowly towards Yichun Courtyard with his hands behind his back. Miao Di's death made him feel extremely bad, with a strong sense of desolation.

So he left the restaurant, no longer caring about what was about to happen there. Now he only wanted to get away from people, away from all the killing and bloodshed in the martial world, to indulge in tender moments in a gentle paradise and completely numb himself.

Only the intoxication of fine wine and women could give a prodigal son temporary pleasure, allowing him to wake up the next morning with the courage to continue living.

Ren Dongjie sighed softly, hoping to find the greatest satisfaction with Yu Linglong tonight. It was precisely because of the courtesan's exquisite beauty and alluring body that he hadn't left the city immediately, but decided to indulge himself for one night before leaving.

However, this last hope was also cruelly dashed.

He had just reached the entrance of the Yichun Courtyard when he sensed something was wrong. There were more than a dozen men dressed as yamen runners patrolling around, and many constables going in and out.

"Could the case from last night have already unfolded?" The thought flashed through Ren Dongjie's mind, but he hadn't yet decided what to do.

Suddenly, a slightly overweight old man emerged from among the constables and walked straight towards him.

"Young Master Ren, we meet again." The old man chuckled and cupped his hands as he walked. "I was just thinking that since Young Master Ren had come to this city, he would definitely come here to take a look. Sure enough, I ran into him."

Ren Dongjie looked closely and saw that the old man had a kind face and his hands had prominent, intertwined bones. He was none other than Sun Yuanfu, whom he had met in Jinling City more than half a month ago. He was known as the "Eagle Claw Divine Constable"!

He hurriedly returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute, and greeted him with a smile, saying, "Since we parted in Jinling, I never expected to meet you here again. Are you here to have some fun

, sir?" Sun Yuanfu waved his hand and said, "Young Master Ren is too kind. I have neither the energy nor the time. To be honest, I'm currently troubled by several major cases in this city."

Ren Dongjie's eyes flashed, and he said, "Oh? I wonder which cases you mean?"

Sun Yuanfu looked around and pulled him to a quiet place and whispered, "You must have heard about the case of Lu Wenhou's murder in his study last night, right? There's still no clue about it. And this afternoon, a brutal fight broke out in Taihe Tower..."

Ren Dongjie interrupted him, saying, "I know, I was there at the time..." and briefly recounted what had happened.

Sun Yuanfu nodded repeatedly, saying, "It's exactly the same as my investigation. After you left, Yang Qi's Kuaiyitang men launched an attack, and the martial arts figures in the restaurant fought back fiercely, resulting in heavy casualties on both sides. When the constables arrived a quarter of an hour later, there were thirty-three corpses left inside."

Ren Dongjie said calmly, "Those who died were probably all minor figures, right?"

Sun Yuanfu said, "That's right. Eight were the male lovers of that beautiful woman Hu Xian'er, four were subordinates of the female bandit leader Ouyang Qinghong, and the rest were all subordinates of Kuaiyitang. The battle ended with Yang Qi leading his remaining troops in defeat." He paused, then said in surprise, "

But then something strange happened. After the fighting, all the surviving guests in the restaurant disappeared. The Six Doors wanted to find them to find out what happened, but they couldn't find a single one in the entire city."

Ren Dongjie said quietly, "I think they must still be in the city, but for some reason, they've hidden somewhere."

Sun Yuanfu said, "That's what I think too, and this matter involves a strange invitation, signed by the late Xiao Tianxiong, the owner of Xiaoyao Manor, who passed away three years ago. This is really eerie."

Ren Dongjie said... Jie said, "But this is the only clue we can use right now. The tragedy of Xiaoyao Manor being destroyed by fire has been widely discussed. I wonder what the inside story is? Why would someone impersonate Xiao Tianxiong and send out invitations? If we can investigate these things, perhaps the truth will come out."

Sun Yuanfu smiled bitterly and said, "These two cases haven't been solved yet, and just now we suddenly received an emergency report from Yichun Courtyard. Their top courtesan, Yu Linglong, has been kidnapped!"

Ren Dongjie was shocked and exclaimed, "What?"

Sun Yuanfu said, "This matter is even more..." "How strange! Yu Linglong vanished like water vapor evaporating under such impossible circumstances!"

Ren Dongjie asked in disbelief. "What exactly happened?"

Sun Yuanfu slowly replied, "About half an hour ago, Yu Linglong suddenly screamed in her room. Cui Huhua, who was guarding outside, rushed over and saw a masked man leap out of the window, carrying Yu Linglong on his shoulder. Although it was dark, her face was still clearly visible. She seemed to be stiff from shock and could no longer make a sound."

The night was desolate and silent.

Tie Mulan shivered. Although martial artists have internal energy to protect themselves, she still felt the chill of the autumn night. The cold night wind felt like it could penetrate her skin and pierce her blood vessels.

At this moment, she was hiding in a poplar tree about ten feet away from the General's Mansion. The broad and lush branches and leaves completely concealed her, making her difficult to spot.

She had been waiting there for two watchtimes. In the increasingly biting wind, Tie Mulan felt a vague sense of loss and melancholy, a poignant feeling of loneliness.

Out of pride, she refused Ren Dongjie's help. A strong and brave female constable should, of course, face all hardships alone; how could she so easily rely on a man?

Yet, subconsciously, Tie Mulan couldn't help but yearn for a strong shoulder to lean on, to share her heavy burden—a truly contradictory feeling…

[The End]

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