The Corpse Clothes of the Green Bag [Complete] - 12

Chapter 148

Night. The moonlight was cool, and Nanshan Village was fast asleep. A misty haze hung over the wilderness, the wind had died down, and everything was unusually tranquil.

Liu Jinmo stood in the courtyard of the manor, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, a faint homesickness rising in his heart.

The distant southeastern Zhejiang, his memories of his old home in Qingtian seemed to have faded. He only remembered the large tree by the thatched house, and the scene beneath it where his father and brother were bound and humiliated. Alas, decades had passed in the blink of an eye. He had wandered aimlessly in the martial world, powerless to control his own destiny, until he met Han Sheng. Only then did he suddenly awaken, filled with admiration and respect. Finally, he could live with some purpose and dignity. He was willing to use all his knowledge to protect Han Sheng, to roam the Central Plains, to heal the sick and provide medicine to the people, and to relieve their suffering.

The world of martial arts is treacherous; it's not often a "dark and windy night for murder," but quite the opposite. The brighter the moon and the clearer the night, the more likely blood will stain the bedchamber and calamity will arise from within.

Tonight, he felt a sense of unease.

Liu Jinmo lightly leaped over the wall and stood in the open field.

Patches of white mist rose from the forest, and the occasional chirping of insects filled the air. It was cool and desolate all around, the moonlight as clear as water.

He didn't know what was wrong with Cai Hua, but just thinking about the feeling of his soft little mouth biting his nipple sent a warm current through his body, seeping into his very bones… A gentle breeze drifted from behind him, carrying a subtle fragrance. Liu Jinmo turned his head and saw a white figure, graceful as if flying, silently float out from within the courtyard wall and land beside him.

"Mr. Liu, it's late, aren't you going to rest?" Nika asked softly.

Liu Jinmo smiled faintly and said, "Yes, you can't sleep either?"

Nika's bright, clear eyes gazed at the bright moon, and she said wistfully, "The world only knows that the Miao girls of Luohua Cave are as pure as the moon, as bright as stars, as beautiful as flowers, and as fragrant as orchids, but how can they know the pain of unrequited love..."

Liu Jinmo nodded. Along the way, he had already seen through the Miao girl's thoughts, but things in life are often not as one wishes, such is the way of fate.

"Nika, Hansheng is already engaged, and Lan'er is also a pure and good girl. Although you are interested, it will not come to fruition," Liu Jinmo kindly advised.

"The Luohua Cave girls will only marry the mountain god, the tree god, and the well god, but I wholeheartedly want to be by the side of the god of medicine. Even if I cannot marry him, I will be content just to see him every day," Nika said softly.

"Sigh, there are good men in the world, why make yourself suffer?" Liu Jinmo said.

“But I admire his pure heart, his unwavering devotion, his compassion, and his kindness,” Nika sighed.

“That’s only one aspect,” Liu Jinmo thought for a moment, then added, “There was a young man who, despite the girl he loved already having someone else and not loving him, was willing to pay the ultimate price to protect her honor, dying without regret. Tell me, isn’t such a person worthy of love?”

“Yes, worthy of love,” Nika replied.

“Can’er, that’s Can’er,” Liu Jinmo said.

Liu Jinmo recounted to Nika the bloody night at the Tianmen Inn, how Can’er, severely wounded while protecting Mingyue, used his last strength to cover Mingyue with a quilt… Two glistening tears clung to Nika’s long eyelashes.

“Hahaha, so touching! There are still such devoted men in the world, truly rare!” A figure emerged from behind the tree—it was Qian Laoda.

Liu Jinmo was startled; he had been so focused on speaking to Nika that he hadn’t noticed someone behind the tree—a gross oversight.

When he recognized the speaker as none other than Qian Laoda, an old customer from Guandong, he felt a chill run down his spine. He thought to himself, "Weren't they all supposed to have perished in Guigu Cave? How did they suddenly appear in Jiangxi?"

"How come you..." Liu Jinmo asked.

Qian Laoda chuckled and said, "You thought we all died in Guigu Cave? Not bad, just a close call."

Liu Jinmo knew their intentions were not good, so he became wary and asked, "What brings you to Jiangxi?" Suddenly, a realization dawned on him. He thought, "Oh no, I've fallen for a diversionary tactic! If Qian Laoda could escape Guigu Cave, then his master, Old Monk Yang Gong, is even less of a threat… The Ancestor and the child… Old Monk Yang Gong has already entered the manor!

" "Nika, let's go back!" Before Liu Jinmo finished speaking, he had already leaped onto the wall.

At that moment, Yang Gong was in the Ancestor's room.

This evening, after having dinner on the street, Master Yang and his disciple returned early to the inn to rest. A short, stout middle-aged man who identified himself as surnamed Meng came to the room, handed Master Yang a letter, and left without saying a word.

The letter contained only a few words: "Liu Jinmo of Qingtian is currently in a Hui-style manor east of Nanshan Village, Nanshan Town." Attached was a rough map showing the route from the county seat to the manor.

Master Yang knew this was from the man surnamed Huang from Wuyuan County.

The two traveled through the night, following the map, and arrived at Nanshan Village by moonlight.

Outside the Hui-style manor, Liu Jinmo and the beautiful maid of the old man from Xiangxi stood in the moonlight. Master Yang was startled. Could it be that the old man from Xiangxi had also come here? "Better safe than sorry," he thought, still shaken by the bloody battle in Guigu Cave.

Yang Gong instructed Qian Laoda to hold off Liu Jinmo while he secretly sneaked into the manor, intending to take his child away unnoticed. If the old man from Xiangxi discovered him, the trouble would be immense, especially with the formidable Zhu Biao present.

As for Liu Jinmo, he could easily eliminate him on his way out.

Yang Gong circled around to the back of the manor, silently scaling the wall and entering. Relying on his honed sense of smell, he went straight to the door of a western wing room. He tested the door with his hand; it was bolted.

Yang Gong placed his palm on the door, gradually increasing the force he exerted. The iron bolt inside slowly deformed, finally dislodging with a soft "thump." Yang Gong gently pushed the door open and slipped inside.

The sound, though extremely faint, still startled the old ancestor awake. She opened her eyes, and just as she opened her mouth to question him, a dark figure was already at her bedside, covering her mouth with a hand… “It’s me,” the familiar voice rang in her ears.

The old ancestor jumped up in shock, saying, “Weren’t you all dead in Ghost Valley Cave?”

Yang Gong chuckled coldly, saying, “Who am I, Yang Gong? I wouldn’t give in so easily.”

“Then what exactly happened?” the old ancestor asked.

Yang Gong shushed her, lowering his voice, “Enough with the small talk. Quickly get dressed, take the child, and we’ll leave immediately.”

The old ancestor hesitated, then said, “Neither of us can leave. Han Sheng is trying to find a way to heal our child.”

“What happened to our child?” Yang Gong asked in surprise.

"And you dare say that? You old lecherous monk who drains yin to replenish yang! You not only harmed me, but you also harmed our child! Look at her, she was born looking like an eighty-year-old man. If it weren't for Han Sheng's treatment, she certainly wouldn't have lived much longer. Go away, I never want to see you again!" the old ancestor said angrily, tears welling up in her eyes.

Yang Gong hesitated. He had drained the old ancestor's yin essence, and he had never considered her life or death. But the child was born a monster, and if he were to take her away like this, there would truly be no one in the world who could cure her.

"Old monk Yang Gong, what exactly do you want?" Liu Jinmo's voice suddenly came from the courtyard.

Seeing that his disguise had been exposed, Yang Gong hurriedly said, "You must have Han Sheng cure our child as soon as possible. I will come again." With that, he vanished from the room.

The moonlight was cool and clear. Liu Jinmo stood in the center of the courtyard, hands raised to her chest, ready to strike.

Hearing the commotion, Wu Chushan, Han Sheng, and Doctor Zhu all came out of their rooms. Yang Gong's gaze swept over them, but he didn't see the old man from Xiangxi or Zhu Biao. Suspicion immediately arose in his heart. Not knowing their true intentions, it was best not to act rashly.

"Hahaha, I've only come to see my daughter. Why are you all so tense, as if facing a formidable enemy?" Yang Gong spread his hands, laughing, while his eyes darted around.

Yang Gong's words were indeed reasonable; a father seeing his daughter was a matter of course. Liu Jinmo was momentarily speechless upon hearing this.

Han Sheng stepped forward and said, "Master Yang, your daughter is born with a deficiency of Yin, which is closely related to your evil deeds. I am doing my best to save your child, so you can rest assured; this is a doctor's duty."

Yang Gong respectfully asked, "Han Sheng, is there any effective treatment?"

Han Sheng pondered, "I've considered a method these past two days that should be effective."

"What method?" Yang Gong asked eagerly. He was a martial arts prodigy, with a broad understanding of medicine as well.

Han Sheng said, "Shen Caihua is born with an excess of Yin energy. If we can balance the Yin and Yang with your daughter's, I think both children's problems can be easily solved."

"Where is the child?" Yang Gong nodded and asked.

"Hong Kong," Han Sheng replied.

The figure of a girl in white appeared on the wall, ethereal like a fairy in the moonlight.

Seeing that everyone remained calm and showed no fear, Yang Gong became even more convinced that the old man from Xiangxi or the unfathomable Zhu Biao was hiding nearby. It seemed that today was not the right time to attack Liu Jinmo. Although his gunshot wound had healed, he was still recovering, and his signature "phlegm-spitting skill" was somewhat diminished. Facing so many experts, he needed to remain extremely calm, he thought.

At that moment, Qian Laoda leaped over the wall and walked to Yang Gong's side.

"Master," Qian Laoda said softly. Just

as Yang Gong was about to ask, the door to the side room opened, and the patriarch came forward carrying a child.

In the moonlight, the bald-headed baby girl's face was full of wrinkles, her bloodshot eyes staring at Yang Gong.

"Child, let your father hold you," Yang Gong said, reaching out to stroke the wrinkles on the baby's forehead, his heart aching.

"Slap!" The baby opened her little mouth, and a small spit of phlegm flew out, hitting the unsuspecting Yang Gong on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Gong felt a surge of warmth in his heart, stuck out his tongue, licked it, and actually swallowed it… Good child, from a young age, he was clearly a martial arts prodigy. Yang Gong's eyes welled up with tears. At this moment, he forgot all about the Wild Beast Treasure and the mission to kill Liu Jinmo. For the first time in his despicable, bloody, and filthy life, he felt the simple joy of family life.

“Master Yang Gong, where is the Old Yin Granny in Hong Kong?” Han Sheng asked Yang Gong seriously.

Yang Gong turned around and looked at Han Sheng for a moment, then said, “The Hakka shacks in Kowloon Walled City.”

“Master Yang Gong, can the eunuch Qin restore a corpse to its intermediate state?” Han Sheng asked again.

“I heard from ‘Hakka Holy Mother’ Granny Bai that she can,” Yang Gong replied.

“Who is Granny Bai?” Han Sheng pressed.

Yang Gong hesitated for a moment, then said, "I've only seen her once, in the twelfth lunar month of 1968, on the night of my wedding to Old Yin Po. When I entered the bridal chamber, I saw an old woman sitting cross-legged on the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed). That's when I realized she was Old Yin Po's master, 'Hakka Holy Mother' Granny Bai. She passed away before dawn."

"Is Granny Bai still alive?" Han Sheng asked thoughtfully.

"She was still in a Hakka village in Kowloon Walled City, Hong Kong, ten years ago. I don't know now. If she's still alive, she'd be over 100 years old. She's always been elusive and rarely seen," Yang Gong said.

Han Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Master Yang, I need to take my grandmother to Hong Kong to treat your daughter and Shen Caihua. I also want to find Old Yin Po and her master, Granny Bai. Can you help me?"

Yang Gong hesitated upon hearing this. It seemed Liu Jinmo couldn't be killed yet; it would be best if he died in a natural accident. That way, things would be settled in Beijing, Han Sheng wouldn't be suspected, and his daughter's treatment wouldn't be delayed.

"Are you going alone? There are many capable people and gangsters in Hong Kong. They fled there during the Liberation and harbor resentment towards the mainland, so you'll need someone to protect you," Yang Gong asked tentatively.

Han Sheng replied without hesitation, "Don't worry about that. Mr. Liu will accompany me."

Yang Gong was secretly delighted; staging a traffic accident in Hong Kong was too easy.

He smiled and said, "I agree."

Chapter 149:

Meng Hongbing slowly woke up twelve hours later.

He slowly opened his eyes, feeling a burning heat throughout his body, especially in his groin, which swelled as if on fire. An unprecedented feeling of fullness and pleasure spread through his buttocks. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed something, touching something hard like a club… Meng Hongbing suddenly realized that it was his own penis, and it was erect! Then he discovered that his hand could move… “Ah…” he let out a cry from the depths of his heart.

Meng Zhuqi, who was standing in the corridor talking to Jing Taiji, suddenly heard the hysterical screams from inside the room. He trembled and hurriedly pushed open the door. He and Dean Jing had been waiting for quite some time, anticipating the arrival of the twelve hours.

The two rushed to the bedside. “Xiaobing, what’s wrong?” Meng Zhuqi asked anxiously.

Meng Hongbing's face flushed with excitement. He threw back the covers, revealing his naked body, his enormous penis standing proudly erect... "You... you can move! And your balls work too..." Meng Zhuqi's eyes instantly blurred with tears; he wept with joy.

"A miracle! Unbelievable! So unbelievable!" Jing Taiji kept turning in circles on the floor, exclaiming in amazement.

Meng Hongbing sat up abruptly, staring joyfully at his crotch, then jumped off the bed with a "whoosh."

"Child, what are you doing?" Meng Zhuqi quickly stopped him and asked urgently.

"I'm going to find Lan'er... um, and that fragrant foreign girl you mentioned." Meng Hongbing said, gently stroking his penis.

"No, child, you need to rest now. Han Sheng said you can't bathe for a month." Meng Zhuqi advised gently.

"A month! How can that be? I'll stink." Meng Hongbing shouted.

"Be a good boy and lie down," Meng Zhuqi coaxed.

"No, give me my clothes, I want to go home," Meng Hongbing pushed his father away and looked around for clothes.

"He can go home to recuperate now, but it's best if he stays in the county town so we can monitor him at any time," Jing Taiji said.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you get dressed, and then we'll go to your uncle's house." Meng Zhuqi took out clean and neatly folded clothes from the closet and helped his son get dressed.

"You can go now, I'll handle the discharge procedures, and I'll come to Director Huang's house for a follow-up appointment tonight," Jing Taiji said. As

Meng Zhuqi and his son walked out of the hospital, passersby covered their noses and looked back. The stench of dog excrement lingered, and several greenbottle flies buzzed around overhead.

Meng Hongbing walked along, constantly looking back, but he didn't realize that his gaze was mostly fixed on the buttocks of the obese woman.

The hospital wasn't far from the large, secluded mansion; it was just a few turns down the alleys.

In the living room, Huang Qianhui looked Meng Hongbing up and down, nodding with satisfaction. He said, "Hmm, not bad. I never imagined Han Sheng's medical skills were so high. It's amazing. Oh, Xiaobing, what would you like to eat? Your uncle will treat you to dinner tonight."

"I want to eat a sow's butt..." Meng Hongbing blurted out.

"The accurate way to say it is a sow's hindquarters. I didn't expect Xiaobing to not only recover but also become so humorous." Huang Qianhui was amused and laughed heartily.

"Uncle, Dad won't let me take a bath. Smell how smelly I am." Meng Hongbing said, sniffing.

Meng Zhuqi quickly said, "Han Sheng specifically instructed that you absolutely cannot take a bath for a month, or you'll face the consequences." "

Hmm, since Han Sheng gave such instructions, just bear with it for a month. Health is the foundation of everything. Back in the day, the Red Army went on the Long March, and they didn't even get a hot bath once a year. We should learn from the older generation of revolutionaries, understand?" Huang Qianhui lectured.

"Uncle, how high a position has Cousin Jianguo risen to?" Meng Hongbing suddenly remembered and asked.

Huang Qiansui smiled mysteriously and said, "He's studying at the Central Party School, and there's more good news."

"What good news? Tell me quickly, Uncle," Meng Hongbing urged.

"Well, the daughter of a central leader has taken a liking to our Jianguo, and they're currently deeply in love," Huang Qiansui said happily.

"Congratulations, brother-in-law! This will be even more beneficial for Jianguo's career." Meng Zhuqi appeared very happy, but inwardly he felt a pang of envy. Xiaobing was lazy and didn't even want to do a job, while Jianguo would one day enter the capital, don the imperial robes, and be incredibly powerful.

Huang Qiansui continued with great interest, "I won't say who that leader is, but he personally met with Jianguo and asked him what he liked about his daughter. Guess what Jianguo answered?"

"What did he answer?" Meng Zhuqi and his son asked in unison.

Huang Qianhui cleared his throat, speaking as if the founding father himself were addressing the nation: "Commander, you are a veteran revolutionary. I deeply admire your noble character in continuing the revolution under the dictatorship of the proletariat. I also admire your daughter; how admirable it is that she has been able to thrive under your guidance since childhood. In the future, I can be like her, listening to your teachings every moment, growing up under your care and help, becoming a qualified successor to the red revolution, ensuring that the country you revolutionary predecessors fought and sacrificed your lives for will never change color."

"How well said!" Meng Zhuqi kept praising, but inwardly thought it was utterly nauseating.

"Dad, I want to work too," Meng Hongbing said resolutely.

"Really? That's wonderful! You've finally learned your lesson. Tell Dad what kind of work you want, and Dad will definitely arrange it for you," Meng Zhuqi said with delight.

"Dad, I want to work at a pig farm," Meng Hongbing said.

Meng Zhuqi's face hardened, and he said angrily, "You're spineless! Why do you want to work there? No way!"

"I'm going anyway," Meng Hongbing said, sulking as he sat down in his chair.

"Hey, Zhuqi, revolutionary work doesn't discriminate between noble and lowly. I think your awareness is even worse than Xiaobing's," Huang Qiansui scolded him disapprovingly, then turned to Meng Hongbing with a gentle smile. "Xiaobing, your uncle supports you. Pig farming is also revolutionary work. You and Jianguo are just doing different jobs in the revolutionary work; there's absolutely no difference in status. You'll first become the manager of the county pig farm. Once you're familiar with the work, immediately write an application to join the Party. After you've gained some experience, I'll transfer you to work at the county committee."

Meng Zhuqi suddenly understood and said, "Oh, okay, then Dad has no objections."

Huang Qiansui laughed and turned to leave.

At dinner, Meng Hongbing ate almost all of the two large bowls of braised sow meat on the table.

Meng Zhuqi felt a pang of heartache. Since his child became paralyzed, he could only eat liquid food in the hospital, which was incredibly difficult for him.

The next day, Meng Hongbing officially took office at the Wuyuan County State-Owned Pig Farm.

Two subordinates accompanied him on an inspection of the farm. They first arrived at the boar pen, where three magnificent black boars, enormous in size and weighing around 500 jin (approximately 250 kg), were located. The lead boar was particularly ferocious. Upon seeing Meng Hongbing and his entourage, its mane suddenly stood on end, its eyes widened, it bared its tusks, foamed at the mouth, and roared as it charged at Meng Hongbing, slamming its head against the pen with a loud thud.

Meng Hongbing turned pale with fright and stumbled back several steps.

"Huh, that's strange. They're usually quite docile. What's wrong with them today?" his subordinate asked in surprise.

"Are there only three boars in the whole farm?" Meng Hongbing inquired.

“Yes, Manager Meng, one boar can handle the breeding needs of over two hundred sows. We have five hundred sows on our farm, that's enough,” the subordinate explained.

“Hmm, then aren't those three working very hard?” Meng Hongbing asked.

The two subordinates didn't immediately understand Manager Meng's meaning and asked, puzzled, “What does Manager Meng mean?”

Meng Hongbing smiled meaningfully, waved his hand, and said nothing more.

Then they went to the sows' pen. Some sows were sleeping, snoring, some were lying on the ground nursing their piglets, and others were eating. Upon seeing people coming, they immediately rushed over.

The sows shook their heads and nuzzled towards Meng Hongbing, wiggling their fat rumps, wagging their little tails, making "squeak" sounds, and their eyes revealed tenderness.

"Director Meng, you really don't have any airs of authority. You're just like us, and you even smell a bit bad. Look, even the sows seem to have a special connection with you. These usually timid sows aren't shy at all today," the subordinate said, quite surprised.

Meng Hongbing reached out and stroked the bristles on the back of a sow's neck, saying, "Actually, they are quite adorable. They carry litters of piglets, and when they grow up, they end up on people's tables without complaint. This spirit is invaluable. So, in this sense, they are also our class sisters. Therefore, we should care for them and cherish them."

"Class sisters? Yes, yes, Director Meng, you're absolutely right. They embody the fearless and selfless spirit of communism. How come we've never thought of that before? From now on, we must strengthen our political studies and improve our ideological awareness," the subordinate said sincerely.

Gazing at those plump and alluring sows, Meng Hongbing felt his groin gradually swell.

Chapter 150

After Wu Daoming and the nun hurriedly returned to the villa halfway up the mountain, they went straight to Zhu Biao's room.

Xiao Caihua had already woken up, seemingly unusually energetic, and was playing on the bed. Shen Caihua sat beside him, smiling, her fierce expression almost completely gone.

"Zhu Biao, let's talk outside," Wu Daoming called out.

Xiao Caihua raised his head, saw Wu Daoming and the nun enter, his dark pupils focusing, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

"What did you say? Caihua killed a monkey?" Zhu Biao asked, puzzled.

"Not a monkey, but an African gorilla weighing over 300 jin (approximately 150 kg)," Wu Daoming emphasized, correcting him.

The nun interjected, "Actually, I think it's possible Xiao Caihua caught a night-blind chicken at night, but that was a ferocious African gorilla; even several adults probably wouldn't be a match for it."

Wu Daoming nodded and said, "Yes, it's absurd that a baby just over a month old could single-handedly kill a gorilla. Let's not mention it again for now. Zhu Biao, my junior sister and I went to Kowloon Walled City today and made some progress, but the Royal Police are cracking down hard on mainland illegal immigrants lately. I'll go alone tomorrow. Keep an eye on Xiao Caihua, especially at night."

Zhu Biao grabbed Wu Daoming's hand and said sadly, "Caihua's toes are itching. Please find Granny Bai as soon as possible and save Caihua."

Wu Daoming pondered and said, "Alright, I'll go to Kowloon Walled City again this afternoon."

After noon, Wu Daoming went down the mountain again, crossed Victoria Harbour, and arrived in Kowloon.

On the streets of Tsim Sha Tsui, huge posters for the movie Jaws were everywhere. This disaster blockbuster, directed by Steven Spielberg and starring Richard Dreyfuss, became the highest-grossing film in Hong Kong in 1975.

"Look! An unidentified creature has been spotted in the Mid-Levels of Hong Kong Island, cold-bloodedly killing gorilla Jeff! Buy the 'Express'!" The newsboy waved his newspaper, shouting loudly, and passersby stopped to buy copies.

Wu Daoming also bought one, opening it as he walked. The front page featured a photo: a gorilla lying face up on the grass, its neck covered in blood, its eyes staring blankly.

The news report stated that the owner of 900 Peak Road in the Mid-Levels of Hong Kong Island discovered Jeff, his pet gorilla of several years, dead on the lawn in his enclosure early in the morning and immediately called the police. The police confirmed that Jeff died from a severed carotid artery, resulting in massive blood loss and shock. However, the wound on Jeff's neck was not caused by a sharp weapon, but rather by teeth marks, indicating that some creature had bitten through his blood vessels. The police are conducting further autopsy to determine the nature of the creature. It is said that biology professors from the University of Hong Kong and the Polytechnic University have been invited to assist the police investigation. Police stated that the Royal Hong Kong Police Force will increase patrols in the near future, but advised citizens to avoid going out alone at night as much as possible.

There are also reports that a civilian hunting team has been organized in Mong Kok, preparing to fight against unidentified creatures and vowing to defend Hong Kong to the death.

There are also reports that a famous Hong Kong prophet claimed that a group of aliens infiltrated Hong Kong since midnight last night.

Wu Daoming smiled wryly and casually threw the newspaper into the trash can.

Kowloon Walled City was still bustling with people. Wu Daoming looked carefully but couldn't find the fortune teller from that morning.

Wu Daoming stopped at a nearby feng shui stall.

"Sir, would you like your fortune told or your house examined?" the middle-aged man sitting upright behind the stall asked, staring at Wu Daoming.

"Excuse me, could you tell me where the fortune teller who was next to you this morning is?" Wu Daoming asked.

The man shook his head and said, "I didn't see him."

"Do you know his name? How can I find him?" Wu Daoming continued.

The man smiled and said, "Sir, the people of Kowloon Walled City are a motley crew, a complex mix of all sorts of people. We're just focused on our own business; we don't have time to concern ourselves with other people's affairs."

Wu Daoming knew that the Walled City was rife with gangsters, murder and robbery, and nobody wanted to get involved. Reluctantly, he stepped into the alley he had chased into that morning.

He arrived at the Qing Dynasty government office of Kowloon Walled City. Built in 1847, this three-courtyard Qing-style building, though most of the paint and decorations had peeled off, still showed its former grandeur. Now it served as an official shelter for the elderly living alone. Some missing person notices were pasted on the blue brick wall next to the main gate, one of which caught Wu Daoming's eye.

This was a notice with a photograph, signed "Hong Kong Royal Police Force." The extremely ugly face in the photo was none other than Master Yiqing… Wu Daoming was shocked and quickly examined the notice. It stated that a naked male corpse had been found in a ditch near the Three Wells in Kowloon Walled City the day before yesterday. The deceased was approximately fifty years old, thin, and five feet six inches tall. Anyone with information was asked to contact the Hong Kong Royal Police. Below was the contact person, Detective Inspector He Tianhao, and his telephone number. "

Damn it," Wu Daoming thought to himself. Master Yiqing had been abducted to Hong Kong by the old hag. Now that he was dead, wouldn't Mingyue be gone too?

Worried, Wu Daoming wrote down the phone number and dialed from a public phone.

"I'm looking for Detective Inspector He Tianhao," Wu Daoming said.

"Please hold, don't hang up," came the quick voice of the operator.

"This is Detective Inspector He Tianhao," a man's hoarse voice said.

“I recognize the male corpse found in the three wells of Kowloon Walled City,” Wu Daoming said calmly.

“…What is your surname? Where are you now? Would it be convenient for you to come to the morgue at Queen Mary Hospital, 102 Pok Fu Lam Road, Hong Kong Island, to identify the body? I’ll be waiting for you there,” Detective He Tianhao said urgently.

Queen Mary Hospital is a public hospital under the Hong Kong Hospital Authority, located on Victoria Peak, Hong Kong Island, very close to his home, so Wu Daoming readily agreed.

When Wu Daoming finally arrived at the Queen Mary Hospital morgue, Detective He Tianhao, dressed in a suit and casual clothes, was already waiting there.

The detective was a short, middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance; his small eyes were red and swollen, as if he hadn’t slept well. Upon seeing Wu Daoming, he lazily extended his hand.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, they followed a security guard into the morgue and arrived at a wall-to-wall stainless steel drawer that resembled a cabinet.

“The unidentified male corpse is here,” the security guard said, pulling open the large stainless steel drawer.

Wu Daoming stared intently… A chill ran through the stainless steel drawer. Master Qing lay there, head to toe, his hideous face unusually serene. His shriveled chest was rough as chicken skin, his ribs protruding like two washboards. His grayish-white penis drooped listlessly to one side.

Wu Daoming reached out and pressed his chest; it was hard as stone, with a long, stitched-up incision in the middle.

Where was Mingyue? Had she frozen to death in there too?

He turned his head, pointed to the knife wound, and asked Detective He, "This is a sign of an autopsy, right? Did you find anything inside?"

Detective He's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Should we find anything?"

Wu Daoming realized he had let something slip, then smiled and said, "I mean, how did he die?"

Detective He stared at him and said, "Do you recognize this person?"

Wu Daoming nodded and said, "His name is Yi Qing, he's from Jingdezhen, Jiangxi Province, mainland China. I saw him two weeks ago."

Detective He said seriously, "Please show me your ID first."

Wu Daoming took out his Hong Kong permanent resident ID card from his pocket and handed it over; it was a black-stamped three-star ID.

"Mr. Wu Daoming, where do you live?" Detective He looked at the ID card and returned it to Wu Daoming, then asked.

"Not far from here, 911 Peak Road," Wu Daoming replied.

The villas on the Mid-Levels were mansions for the wealthy; those who could live there were all influential figures. Detective He's tone softened considerably.

"So, this Yiqing guy came to Hong Kong illegally. Does he have any relatives or friends in Hong Kong? Where is he staying? Does he have any relatives' addresses on the mainland?" Detective He took out his notebook, preparing to take notes.

"As far as I know, he's all alone, and he has no relatives or friends in either the mainland or Hong Kong," Wu Daoming said.

Detective He looked at Wu Daoming suspiciously and slowly said, "Aren't you someone he knows?"

“No, I only saw this person on the mainland. Anyone who saw him would never forget him,” Wu Daoming argued.

Detective He nodded in agreement and said, “Do you know why he smuggled himself into Hong Kong? Logically speaking, at his age, and without relatives or friends in Hong Kong, there seems to be no reason for him to do so.”

“He was abducted to Hong Kong,” Wu Daoming thought to himself, deciding he should use the police's help to find the old hag, so he offered this bait.

“What did you say? Someone abducted him to Hong Kong? Who?” Detective He asked urgently.

“A flower of Hong Kong,” Wu Daoming said.

There was a brief silence; Detective He seemed stunned. After a long while, he slowly said, “'A flower of Hong Kong'? There has been no news of this devil for decades. How do you know?”

Wu Daoming smiled slightly and said, “I heard about it in Wuyuan, Jiangxi.”

“Mr. Wu, you are currently the only person in Hong Kong who knows the deceased. We need you to come back to the police station with me to make a detailed statement,” Detective He said.

Wu Daoming nodded, walked out of the morgue, got into Detective He's police car, and went to the Central District Police Station.

After giving his statement and leaving the station, he found the streetlights already on. He hailed a taxi and returned to the villa on the hillside.

Detective He reviewed the case file in his hands, lit a cigarette, and fell into deep thought.

One of his subordinates came in and said, "Sir, this Mr. Wu lives at 911 Hilltop Road, isn't that right across from Jeff the gorilla's house?"

Chapter 151

In the early morning, Lan'er had already cooked breakfast. After Han Sheng and Liu Jinmo finished eating, they each carried a bamboo basket and left Nanshan Village, heading towards Dazhang Mountain.

The leader and his wife of the Shadow Bats and their baby Shadow Bat family squeezed into Han Sheng's basket. They were going to return to their cave in Wolong Valley. Living with humans in the village was inconvenient, especially since Benben was still bothered by the plucking of his feathers. Liu Jinmo's bamboo basket contained a bucket and the "Kanzi Fish."

According to the *Corpse Clothes Sutra*, the most sacred object for warding off evil is human hair, and the most evil object is green hair. The sutra explains that human hair comes from within a celestial silkworm, while green hair grows from the Kanzi Fish. Both the celestial silkworm and the Kanzi Fish are rare and hard to find. If one is destined, one can break open the celestial silkworm to pluck the hair and rub human hair to catch the fish. The sutra concludes with a verse: "Human hair and green hair, righteousness and evil united, water and fire in harmony, the Corpse Clothes cover the world."

Han Sheng had always believed that the "Corpse Clothes" mentioned in the verse referred to the *Corpse Clothes Sutra*. Only after seeing the "Kanzi Fish" at Tianmen Mountain Temple did he finally understand that combining the human hair from the celestial silkworm with the green hair from the Kanzi Fish—that is, uniting righteousness and evil—would achieve harmony of yin and yang, water and fire. He figured he might as well pluck the white hairs from Liu Bowen's body and cut off the green hairs from the twin fish, then combine them and weave them into a vest or something similar—wouldn't that be a "corpse garment"? Wearing it while traveling the world, that would truly be "corpse garment under heaven."

So, taking advantage of escorting the Yin Bat leader's family back to Wolong Valley, he decided to go into the cave again, not only to collect human hairs, but also to bring his medicinal hoe to dig out a few more large, greenish stones to give to Lan'er; the last one was too small to be presentable.

Yang Gong had already headed south to Guangdong last night, intending to arrive in Hong Kong first to wait for Han Sheng, the old grandmother, and Liu Jinmo's group.

Yang Gong didn't tell Han Sheng that "Hakka Holy Mother" Granny Bai was actually his and Granny Yin's master.

He also didn't mention that one late night ten years ago, in a shack in Kowloon Walled City, Hong Kong, their master Granny Bai personally gave Yang Gong and Granny Yin the order to find and retrieve the Wild Broom Treasure.

As for the mysterious figure in the capital, no one knew anything about him, not even Granny Bai.

In midwinter, yellow leaves drifted down from Mount Dazhang, making Wolong Valley desolate and lonely. The thatched houses were empty, evoking a sense of bleakness.

"Hansheng, go and escort Yin Fu into the cave. I want to pay my respects at Jiang Lao Er's grave; after all, he died because of me." Liu Jinmo put down his basket, took out a bucket, and some incense and paper money he had prepared beforehand.

Hansheng nodded silently, picked up the bucket, and carried

Yin Fu and his family into the cave behind the house. Hansheng turned on his flashlight and walked through the cave, recalling how the cave was filled with red eyes when the Yin Fu family was prosperous. Now, the stone walls were empty, appearing so desolate. Life is impermanent, and so short and fragile… The Great Silkworm was still there. Hansheng put down his basket and bucket, shone his flashlight into the silkworm, and the body of Liu Bowen from 600 years ago still lay there silently. Han Sheng tiptoed, trying to pluck the fluffy white hairs from Liu Bowen's body, but he couldn't reach them. It seemed he had no choice but to jump inside. The

leader and his wife of the Yin Bats chirped twice, then flapped their wings and flew into the silkworm shell. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh," the couple quickly began plucking the white hairs... Han Sheng smiled wryly, gently lifting the baby Yin Bats from the basket and placing them in a corner of the cave. Then, he took out a cloth bag from the bottom of the basket and stood next to the silkworm shell to collect the hairs. The leader of the Yin Bats didn't know how to distinguish them, so he plucked any hair he could find, even pulling out the hair, eyebrows, and beard from Liu Bowen's corpse, and putting them all into the bag.

Before long, all the hair on the corpse had been plucked. The Yin Bat couple, covered in sweat, chirped at Han Sheng. Han Sheng patted the leader's head approvingly and said, "Thank you. Now go and take care of the babies."

The mother Yin Bat flew to a corner of the stone wall and began to nurse her babies.

The leader, with a riding cloth around his neck, followed Han Sheng to the emerald-green cave.

Han Sheng, holding a small hoe, began to pry at the green fluorite embedded in the rock wall. The fluorite was tightly bound to the rock; after much effort, he only managed to pry up three or four pieces, but these were much larger, each about the size of a fist.

Han Sheng carried the green fluorite back to the Heavenly Silkworm Cave. He put the fluorite in his cloth bag, then took out a pair of scissors, scooped up the Twin Fish from the water, and carefully began to trim the green hairs off its body. The

green-haired fish glared angrily, helplessly watching its thousand-year-old green hairs being cut off clump by clump, tears of humiliation welling in its eyes.

Han Sheng said, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

In a moment, all the green hairs were gone, leaving the Twin Fish bald and extremely unsightly.

Han Sheng smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, your green hair might bring good fortune to the people. I'm releasing you now. Go." He held the fish and gently placed it into the underground river inside the cave. The twin fish didn't even look back, angrily swimming away with the current.

Han Sheng stuffed the green hair into his cloth bag, finished tidying up, and prepared to return.

"Goodbye, Chief. I'll come to see you again when I have time." He bid a reluctant farewell to the Yin Fu family, then resolutely walked out of the cave.

In the afternoon, Han Sheng and Liu Jinmo returned to Nanshan Village.

Lan'er immediately began knitting a vest for Han Sheng. She and her mother first twisted white human hair into thread, then, while twisting, they added green hair and the mottled white hair. Han Sheng said that the things on Liu Bowen's body could ward off evil spirits.

As night fell, all the human hair and green wool had been spun into fine, smooth yarn. Lan'er began knitting a thin woolen vest that very night, without closing her eyes. By dawn, the vest was finished, and Lan'er let out a long sigh of relief.

Han Sheng looked at Lan'er's red eyes, feeling heartbroken but speechless.

Lan'er smiled nonchalantly, stood up, and silently helped Han Sheng put the vest on. The vest not only fit him perfectly but was also as smooth and breathable as silk. Han Sheng felt refreshed and extremely comfortable wearing it.

"It's milky white with a hint of emerald green; it's really beautiful," Lan'er said, admiring it.

"Thank you, Lan'er." Han Sheng blushed, becoming tongue-tied.

"Be careful on your way to Hong Kong. I heard it's not liberated yet, and there are many bad people there," Lan'er cautioned.

Han Sheng, still blushing, stammered, "My father told me that he'll hold a wedding for us when I get back from Hong Kong."

Lan'er lowered her head shyly and whispered, "Thank you." Then she turned and ran back to her room.

Han Sheng stood there, stunned, a warm feeling welling up inside him.

Liu Jinmo walked in and said to Han Sheng, "I've considered the smuggling route. I have acquaintances in Guangzhou. How about we take a boat from the Pearl River and land south of Hong Kong? There are many smugglers in the Dapeng Bay area, so the border guards are relatively strict."

Han Sheng said, "Mr. Liu, please arrange it. I don't know anything about this."

"Then I'll go with Grandpa to prepare. Oh, and Nika is going too," Liu Jinmo said.

"Okay, let's leave early and come back early," Han Sheng replied.

After lunch, Hansheng and his group were about to set off.

Lan'er packed a travel bag for Hansheng, containing some changes of clothes, the Yin-Yang ruler, and several pieces of green fluorite. Wu Chushanren believed it was a type of silicate beryl and should be worth some money; selling it in Hong Kong could help with living expenses and travel costs.

Lan'er took a hoe and dug up the Tai Chi soil eggs under the gardenia tree in the yard. "Father said to take some with us; they might be useful for clearing certain joints," Lan'er said.

Hansheng did as he was told, taking five soil eggs—one each of white, green, black, red, and yellow—and reburying the rest.

Dr. Zhu and the Shanren family saw them off all the way to the village entrance. Even from a great distance, Hansheng could still see Lan'er's slender figure standing in the cold wind…

Chapter 152

When Wu Daoming returned to the villa halfway up the mountain, everyone was already sitting in the dining room, waiting for him. Tonight, Wang Ma had prepared some delicious dishes and opened two bottles of Hennessy Extra brandy.

Wu Daoming pushed open the door and walked in, nodding to everyone.

The nun stood up and said softly, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Wu Daoming slumped heavily into the dining chair, had Wang Ma pour him a full glass of wine, and drank it down in one gulp. Then he said, "Yiqing is dead."

Everyone froze instantly. After

a long while, they heard Can'er ask anxiously, "What about Mingyue?"

Wu Daoming recounted the "Identity Notice" for Yiqing pasted on the wall of the Kowloon Walled City government office, and how he had seen his body in the morgue of Mary Hospital.

"I don't know where Mingyue is. There are two possibilities: one, Mingyue died at the same time as Yiqing; given her current abilities, the possibility of her changing hosts is extremely small; two, Mingyue has already separated from her host Yiqing, and she has returned to her intermediate state. Perhaps this possibility is more likely," Wu Daoming analyzed.

"Brother Dao, have you found that fortune teller?" the nun asked.

"Not yet. The police should be starting to look for 'Hong Kong's One Flower,' the old hag. They're finding her much faster than we are. I have connections in the police leadership, so I can get updates on the progress," Wu Daoming said.

Zhu Biao was drinking alone, looking sullen. Wu Daoming smiled and said to him, "Zhu Biao, I won't just wait for the police. Tomorrow I'm going to look for my master's old confidante, Ms. Bai."

"Cheers!" Zhu Biao downed another large glass.

Wu Daoming thought to himself, "Extra isn't meant to be drunk like that. This is a French vintage over fifty years old.

" With a "glug," Can'er also downed his

glass in one gulp. It was their first time drinking foreign liquor. Don't be fooled by its low alcohol content of 40 degrees; the aftereffects were strong. By the time they finished dinner, Zhu Biao and Can'er were both quite drunk. They didn't even bother to wash their faces before going to their rooms to sleep.

Wu Daoming and the nun went to the terrace for tea, gazing at the brightly lit Kowloon Peninsula, feeling a mix of emotions.

“Junior sister, a true friend is hard to find in life. Think of Can’er and Zhu Biao, separated by the divide between the living and the dead, yet their love is so intense, it’s truly heartbreaking. Although our first love began in old age, it has already surpassed countless others,” Wu Daoming sighed.

The nun was deeply moved and gently nestled into Wu Daoming’s arms, saying, “Brother Dao, although I’ve been a nun for half my life, you still easily lured me out. Alas, the Buddhist order is so fragile, how lamentable.”

Wu Daoming smiled slightly and said, “In all human affairs, one should follow nature and conform to the will of Heaven. The Buddhist precepts are too many, violating human morality, so most people hesitate and only dabble. If everyone were a monk and every woman a nun, history would stagnate.”

“Brother Dao is absolutely right. No religion should violate nature,” the nun realized.

“Awooo…” A low roar, like a wolf’s howl, came from behind the grove.

“What’s that sound?” the nun asked in surprise.

Wu Daoming said disdainfully, "That's the Irish Wolfhound owned by the Hong Kong Police Commissioner Wilson. It's the largest dog in the world, and it often howls desperately when it can't find a mate in the dead of night."

With that, Wu Daoming chuckled, scooped up the nun, and strode towards the bedroom.

From the bedroom came the nun's shy voice: "No…!"

Downstairs, the deep growl startled Shen Caihua. He slowly opened his eyes, his black pupils focusing, his small tongue darting out and licking his lips… In the deep of night, under the soft moonlight, in a dark corner of the Wilson residence, crouched the Irish Wolfhound "Giant." It was a true giant among dogs, standing at shoulder height and weighing 360 pounds. Its ancestors could be traced back centuries, originating from the ancient Irish royal family's national dog. Tall and with coarse fur, it was often used to hunt wolves, deer, wild boar, and other animals. In one of Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories, "The Hound of the Baskervilles," the "devilish hound" mentioned is the Irish Wolfhound. In the mid-18th century (1766), after the last wolf in Ireland was killed, the Irish Wolfhound lost its practical use and its numbers plummeted, aptly described by the Chinese proverb "the rabbit dies, the hound is cooked," bringing it to the brink of extinction.

The "giant" had a tangled coat, exceptionally well-developed muscles, a head held high, a tail curled upwards, a prominent forehead, and deep-set, piercing eyes. Suddenly, it heard a rustling sound coming from under a French holly hedge and stared intently.

A naked baby crawled out from under the hedge, hesitantly approaching. The baby's eyes were dark and bright, and its tongue was constantly licking its lips.

Saliva dripped from the giant's mouth, and it instinctively mistook it for a hairless wolf cub. Silently, it opened its blood-red maw and pounced.

Shen Caihua grinned, revealing his two rows of small, white teeth. His pupils contracted sharply as he gauged the distance. Suddenly, he leaped up, lightning-fast, landing on the giant's chest. He grabbed the long fur under its neck and viciously bit down towards the warm artery below its neck… The Irish Wolfhound's genes inherited an extremely ferocious nature, and its movements were exceptionally agile. With a series of sudden, violent swings of its head, little Caihua was thrown from its grasp and fell to the ground. He saw stars and softly called out, "Mommy…"

Without hesitation, the giant extended its front paws, pinned its prey down, and bit down… Just at this critical moment, a white shadow flashed in, grabbing the giant's nape, twisting its powerful neck, and pulling it backward.

Taking advantage of the moment, Shen Caihua pounced, biting into the giant's carotid artery. His sharp teeth cut into the flesh, severing the artery, and blood gushed out like an arrow. The giant's massive body writhed, emitting painful groans.

Shen Caihua, riding majestically on the giant's back, kept her grip on its head, watching with a smile as Xiao Caihua squeaked and drank the blood, her joy overflowing.

Xiao Caihua's belly gradually swelled, and finally, having drunk its fill, it released her grip, falling to the ground. It tried to get up but failed.

Shen Caihua released the giant, leaped down lightly, scooped up Shen Caihua, and in a few bounds, disappeared.

The giant, an Irish wolfhound, collapsed with a thud, its eyes wide with disbelief, kicking its hind legs a few times before going still.

The moonlight was clear and bright, and all was quiet; people remained immersed in their dreams.

Early in the morning, after washing up, Wu Daoming and his nun left the Mid-Levels villa early, heading to the Hong Kong Cemetery in Happy Valley, where his master, the Lingnan Feng Shui master Gu Xian, was buried.

The two walked down the hillside with great enthusiasm, when they saw more than ten police cars driving up the hill in a line, sirens blaring.

"What's going on now?" Wu Daoming frowned.

His nun smiled faintly and said, "Big cities are still very noisy; it's not as peaceful and tranquil as the countryside."

The two took a taxi to Wong Nai Chung Road, opposite Happy Valley, where the famous Happy Valley Cemetery is located. Wong Nai Chung Road is U-shaped, connecting Leighton Road to the east and Queen's Road East and Morrison Hill Road to the west. It is a major road in Wan Chai District, Hong Kong, and an important passage connecting Happy Valley with other areas in the north of Hong Kong Island. As they walked, Wu Daoming explained the road to his nun.

Because this cemetery is mostly inhabited by Christians and Westerners, it is also known as the Red Hair Cemetery. Nearby are Hindu, Zoroastrian, Catholic, and Muslim cemeteries. The land was first used for burial in 1841, by Captain William Brodie of the British warship HMS Rattlesnake. It officially opened to the public in 1845, making it one of the earliest cemeteries in Hong Kong. The cemetery is quiet and has been used as a filming location for many Hong Kong movies.

“My master had no other relatives. I buried him here. Every year on Qingming Festival and the anniversary of his death, I come to offer incense,” Wu Daoming said with a heavy heart.

Gu Xian's tomb is located halfway up the mountain. The white granite tombstone is engraved with his master's name, signed by his disciple Wu Daoming.

Wu Daoming's gaze fell on the tomb cover beneath the tombstone, where a bouquet of nearly withered flowers lay, indicating that someone had come to pay their respects a few days prior.

“Strange, my master has no relatives left?” Wu Daoming said, puzzled.

“Perhaps your master has other friends,” the nun guessed.

“I mean, this bouquet of flowers is strange,” Wu Daoming explained.

The nun asked, puzzled, “What’s strange about the flowers?”

“Usually, for tomb sweeping and ancestor worship, plain-colored flowers are used, such as yellow and white chrysanthemums, carnations, white lotuses, or lilies, but this bouquet is red roses, only lovers would… Could it be Lady Bai?” Wu Daoming’s heart skipped a beat.

The nun, with her sharp eyes, noticed a card tucked among the flowers and picked it up.

On the card was a line of neat handwriting: Forever. The signature was Bai Suzhen.

Wu Daoming was stunned, muttering, “She’s still alive… Lady Bai is still alive.”

The two went to find the cemetery caretaker.

The elderly caretaker thought for a long time before saying, "Ten days ago, around six o'clock in the evening, I was about to close the cemetery gates when an old woman came by. I was wondering why she brought a bouquet of red roses to the cemetery, so I remember her."

"Did the old woman leave any address or phone number?" Wu Daoming asked anxiously.

"No," the caretaker shook his head.

"Did she say anything?" Wu Daoming pressed.

"Not a single word," the caretaker recalled.

The nun comforted Wu Daoming, saying, "Don't worry, at least we know Ms. Bai is still alive."

Wu Daoming nodded and put the card in his pocket.

"Sir, I'll write down a phone number for you. If you see that old woman again, please write down her contact information and call me here," Wu Daoming said, writing his home phone number on the corner of a hundred-dollar bill and handing it to the caretaker.

The caretaker quickly put it in his pocket.

Ms. Bai, in this vast sea of people, where are you? Wu Daoming looked lost and dejected.

Chapter 153

Returning to the villa halfway up the mountain, he saw a police car parked in front of No. 911 in the distance.

As soon as Wu Daoming and the nun entered the large iron gate, they saw a short man in plain clothes standing on the lawn in the yard, smoking. Wu Daoming recognized him as Detective He Tianhao.

"Detective He, what brings you here?" Wu Daoming greeted him as he stepped forward.

Detective He glanced at the nun and said, "Last night, an Irish wolfhound was killed at 889 Peak Road. The night before, a gorilla at 900 suffered the same fate. Mr. Wu's house is nearby. Did you hear anything? Or notice anything suspicious?"

Wu Daoming gestured for the nun to go inside first, then turned to the detective and said, "No, I didn't notice anything. What kind of ferocious animal could so easily kill a gorilla and that giant wolfhound? I've seen both animals. Could it really be like the newspapers say, aliens have landed in Hong Kong?"

Detective He said, "There are many speculations among the citizens. So far, the police have no evidence to prove it's aliens or some kind of terrifying animal. There's just one thing that's puzzling."

"What is it?" Wu Daoming asked.

"Both Jeff the gorilla and the giant wolfhound had small human teeth marks on their neck wounds, about the size of an infant's. Mr. Wu is a long-time resident here and would like to hear your opinion," Detective He said.

Wu Daoming thought to himself, "Hmm, it seems the police have already investigated my case."

“Well… I’ve always been an animal rights activist, and I’m deeply saddened by this tragedy involving the gorilla and the hunting dog. I believe the rumors about aliens are unreliable. If aliens truly exist, their purpose in coming to Hong Kong just to kill large pets is incomprehensible. Jeff the gorilla isn’t a docile primate, and the giant is a ferocious canine. If there were anything more ferocious, it would be carnivorous felines like lions or tigers, but even those wouldn’t be easily caught; a fierce battle would have been necessary, and the owner wouldn’t have been oblivious,” Wu Daoming analyzed.

“Then what could it be?” Detective He lit another cigarette.

“Could it be some kind of vampire bat?” Wu Daoming stroked his head, which had been plucked clean by a red-eyed bat, and speculated.

“Do bats have teeth like humans?” Detective He asked skeptically.

“Bats are the only mammals in the world that can fly. They have very small teeth, but they are completely different from human teeth,” Wu Daoming said.

Detective He shook his head and said, "Then that's not right. The police's forensic experts have determined that those are human teeth marks."

Wu Daoming shrugged, indicating that he was powerless to help.

"Could it be a zombie? We know that Mr. Wu is the most famous feng shui master in Hong Kong. Do you think there really are zombies in this world? Like in the movies?" Detective He asked.

Wu Daoming pondered for a moment and said, "Yes, but not like those in the movies where the joints can't bend and they walk upright, hopping around."

"Really? Mr. Wu, have you seen it with your own eyes?" Detective He asked skeptically.

Wu Daoming smiled slightly and said, "I've seen it on the mainland."

"Oh, tell me about it," Detective He said with interest.

Wu Daoming pondered for a moment and said, "The mainland is vast, with varied mountains and rivers, complex feng shui, and a rich historical legacy. Countless extraordinary people have emerged throughout history, and most were buried in the ground. Under certain circumstances, it's not uncommon for corpses to undergo transformation. However, the mainland government promotes atheism, so many things aren't reported in the media; they're only discussed privately and circulated in small circles."

"Could Mr. Wu be more specific?" Detective He asked.

"For example, there's the custom of corpse transport in western Hunan. There's a saying, 'A fox dies facing its den,' reflecting the deep attachment Chinese people have to their homeland. Like fallen leaves returning to their roots, those who die far from home must be buried in their ancestral cemetery according to their own wishes. Filial sons and grandsons must carry the coffin back to their ancestral home, and relatives and friends have an obligation to help with this. If the coffin cannot be moved immediately, it must be temporarily placed

elsewhere. The upper reaches of the Yuan River in western Hunan are barren. Historically, many poor people went to eastern Sichuan or eastern Guizhou to make a living as peddlers, herbalists, or hunters. Those areas are mostly mountainous, with heavy miasma and extremely harsh living conditions. Apart from the local Miao people, outsiders were very..." "Few go there. None of the Han Chinese who died in those places were wealthy. Traditionally, the Han people deeply valued transporting corpses back to their hometowns for burial. However, on those rugged mountain roads stretching hundreds or thousands of miles, even if one had money, it was difficult to use vehicles or stretchers to carry the bodies. Thus, the strange but most economical method of 'corpse driving' was born. Imagine, under the cool moonlight, amidst towering mountains, a line of corpses silently walks, crossing provinces and prefectures to return home. This scene, usually only seen in Hong Kong movies, has actually been circulating in the Fenghuang area of western Hunan for hundreds of years," Wu Daoming recounted.

"Hmm, such a thing could never happen in Hong Kong, a tiny place. It's too small; if they were driven there, they'd be thrown into the sea. Are they zombies?" Detective He said knowingly.

Wu Daoming shook his head and said, "No, actually they are only in the intermediate state (between death and rebirth). They need specific opportunities to undergo corpse transformation. There are as many as eighteen types."

Detective He nodded and asked, "Are corpse transformations powerful?"

Wu Daoming answered truthfully, "Some are quite powerful."

Detective He asked again, "Would they have any problem killing Jeff and the giant?"

"Easily," Wu Daoming affirmed.

A uniformed police officer walked in from outside the iron gate and came to Detective He, saying, "Detective, the police dogs have found a clue."

Upon hearing this, Detective He greeted Wu Daoming and hurriedly followed the officer out of Villa 911.

Wu Daoming watched his back as he left, then closed the iron gate and returned to the living room.

Inside the living room, the nun had already asked everyone else to go into their rooms. At this moment, Zhu Biao and Can'er ran out of the room again.

"Ms. Bai is still alive," Wu Daoming told Zhu Biao.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao anxiously asked, "Where is she? Have you found her?"

Wu Daoming replied, "She should still be in Hong Kong. I'll continue searching." He recounted his and the nun's visit to the Hong Kong Cemetery in Happy Valley.

"Is Xiao Caihua alright?" Wu Daoming asked, following Zhu Biao into the room.

Shen Caihua was playing on the floor, her little belly bulging like a ball. When she saw Wu Daoming enter, her dark pupils contracted, revealing a strange look.

Wu Daoming silently returned to his room.

"Do you suspect Caihua did it?" the nun asked worriedly.

"If so, Shen Caihua must have helped too," Wu Daoming muttered to himself.

Inside the courtyard of 889 Peak Road, a police officer pointed to a row of French holly hedges. There were several broken marigolds there, indicating that something had crawled over them. There was a slight indentation on the tender green lawn.

"Evidence has been found here." A police trace evidence expert shook a plastic evidence bag in his hand, inside which was a white strip of cloth.

The officer pointed to the pointed end of the European-style cast iron fence and said, "That's where it was found. The Filipino maid at Commissioner Wilson's house confirmed it wasn't from villa 989. We suspect it was left by the murderer's clothes scraping against the iron bars."

"Very good. Send it back for testing as soon as possible, and notify me immediately with the results," Detective He said.

"Yes, Detective. Also, Commissioner Wilson had a huge outburst at Superintendent Zhou today, urging us to solve the case quickly," the officer whispered.

"Hmph, not that easy. By the way, send two men to monitor 911 day and night. I feel that feng shui master is a bit unusual. He just returned to Hong Kong from the mainland, and two cases have occurred around his house. Moreover, he knows the unidentified male corpse from Kowloon Walled City. I think there must be some connection," Detective He ordered. "

Yes, Detective," the officer replied.

What talk of a zombie resurrection? Trying to scare the Hong Kong Royal Police? Detective He scoffed inwardly.

Chapter 154

Night. The sky was overcast, and the sea was rougher. A motorized fishing boat quietly slipped out of the Pearl River Estuary and headed south.

Inside the cabin, the old man lay on the deck, tightly holding the wrinkled baby girl. He listened to the waves crashing against the hull, feeling dizzy. It was his first time experiencing seasickness on a ship.

Han Sheng and Liu Jinmo sat at the cabin door, looking out. The sea was pitch black, except for the distant, slowly moving lights—the lights of fishing boats at sea. Inshore fishing usually took advantage of high tide to fish at night, returning to the docks before dawn. Fishmongers would wait at the piers before daybreak.

This boat was arranged privately by Liu Jinmo's acquaintance in Guangzhou. In those days, helping people smuggle themselves was considered treason, a criminal offense, so the captain was extremely cautious, instructing them to remain hidden inside the cabin at all times.

The fishing boat swam around most of Hong Kong from the high seas, finally arriving at the landing point in the early hours of the morning—a corner of Clear Water Bay Beach on the eastern side of the Sai Kung Peninsula.

After successfully landing, a van with its lights off was waiting for them not far away. This was arranged by the Guangzhou authorities and prepared by Hong Kong smugglers; even smuggling requires meticulous organization, and the Hong Kong police had been particularly vigilant recently.

The van drove along the Sai Kung Highway side road towards Kowloon Mountain, eventually arriving at a small alley in Kowloon. The group hurriedly entered a small hotel, a transit point for smugglers.

The smuggling fee was paid by an acquaintance in Guangzhou; in short, they owed a favor that would have to be repaid in the future. Liu Jinmo thought to himself, feeling his pockets; the money left by the shopkeeper was almost gone.

"I have Wu Daoming's home phone number here," Han Sheng said, producing the number Wu Daoming had left behind when he left Nanshan Village.

At dawn, the phone rang in the villa on the hillside.

Wu Daoming, still half-asleep, grabbed the microphone: "Hello."

"Wu Daoming? This is Liu Jinmo." A metallic, shrill voice came from the other end.

Wu Daoming snapped back to reality: "You've arrived in Hong Kong?"

Han Sheng's voice came through the receiver again: "This is Han Sheng. I just arrived in Hong Kong. How's the situation there?"

Wu Daoming briefly explained the results of his search over the past two days.

"Yi Qing is dead?" Han Sheng's heart tightened.

After confirming their location, Wu Daoming said, "I'll come pick you up at dawn. I'll tell you the details when we meet."

Early in the morning, Wu Daoming instructed everyone not to go out, as he was heading to Kowloon to pick up Hansheng and the others. As he exited the large iron gate, he glanced around and caught a glimpse of a Daihatsu car parked by the roadside. Two young men sat inside, and upon seeing Wu Daoming emerge, they immediately turned away.

Wu Daoming instantly realized this was a police surveillance vehicle.

The Mid-Levels area of Hong Kong Island was a haven for celebrities and the wealthy; a cheap car worth only fifty or sixty thousand Hong Kong dollars parked there seemed utterly out of place. Wu Daoming didn't like driving; otherwise, he would at least have

opted for a Mercedes or a BMW. He hailed a taxi and headed downhill. He glanced in his rearview mirror; the Daihatsu was already following behind.

"Sir, where are you going?" the taxi driver asked. "Police

Station No. 7," Wu Daoming replied.

"Police Station No. 7" was the nickname for the Western District Police Station.

The Western District Police Station is located at 280 Des Voeux Road West, Sai Ying Pun, Hong Kong Island. It is bordered by Des Voeux Road West to the north, Western Street to the east, and Queen's Road West to the south.

Wu Daoming entered the Western District Police Station and, standing inside the glass doors, looked back. The Daihatsu van was hesitantly parked on the side of the road.

Wu Daoming smiled inwardly and pressed the elevator button for the seventh floor.

In the superintendent's office, Superintendent Zhou greeted Wu Daoming warmly, extending both hands: "Mr. Wu, you're back! Did you find the Tai Chi Yin Yun?"

Wu Daoming nodded and said, "I found it, but something unexpected happened."

"Tell me slowly," Superintendent Zhou said, quickly pouring a cup of hot black tea and placing it on the coffee table.

Wu Daoming took a sip of hot tea, put down the cup, and said, "The Taiji Yin Aura is located at the foot of Nanshan Village in Wuyuan, Jiangxi Province, but unfortunately, it has already been occupied."

Superintendent Zhou was stunned, stammering in disbelief, "This…"

Wu Daoming sighed and slowly said, "Alas, by the time I found it, the local magistrate had already buried his grandfather, and the feng shui was completely destroyed."

After a moment, Superintendent Zhou said dejectedly, "Is there any way to salvage the feng shui, such as secretly digging up the old man's remains and then burying our client there without erecting a new tombstone, so that no one will know?"

"It's no use. The Taiji Yin Aura has already merged with the old man's five elements; the magnetic field has shifted, and its power has been lost," Wu Daoming shook his head.

Superintendent Zhou paced back and forth, his face grim. After a while, he suddenly stopped, turned to Wu Daoming, and said, "The Tai Chi Yin Aura only manifests after ten years. Ten years! During that time, if neither of us says anything, no one will know. The transaction will continue. What do you think?" "

This goes against the natural order," Wu Daoming hesitated.

"Natural order? What natural order is there in this world? Money is natural order! This is a hundred million US dollars! We'll each have fifty million. Once I get the money, I'll retire immediately and go to Canada to live out my days. Who cares who's emperor in ten years?" Superintendent Zhou's face flushed red with indignation.

"Let me think about it," Wu Daoming thought. He couldn't refuse outright yet; everything needed to be planned.

"Superintendent Zhou, is the client in Hong Kong?" Wu Daoming asked casually.

Superintendent Zhou sensed that Wu Daoming seemed to share this sentiment, and his mood immediately improved. He smiled and said, "He lives on Peak Road, right across from you, Jeff's owner."

Wu Daoming was slightly surprised upon hearing this. The client behind the scenes was actually the owner of the gorilla, and he lived right across from him... He pondered for a moment and said, "Superintendent Zhou, I need to carefully consider this matter. The feng shui must be flawless. The client will definitely have experts on their side to offer advice. No one will willingly hand over a hundred million US dollars based solely on our side of the story."

"That's right, that's right. After all, you, Mr. Wu, are Hong Kong's number one feng shui master. I knew you'd have a way. Okay, I'll await good news and then immediately inform the client," Superintendent Zhou said cheerfully.

Wu Daoming looked at Superintendent Zhou and said, "Well, now you can withdraw the police officers monitoring my house, right?"

Superintendent Zhou was taken aback and asked doubtfully, "I didn't send anyone to monitor you."

Wu Daoming smiled slightly and said, "Is that so? Then let's go out and take a look together."

Superintendent Zhou and Wu Daoming went downstairs together and came to the Daihatsu car parked by the roadside.

The officers inside the car reluctantly got out.

"It was you! Who gave you permission to monitor my friend? Wasting taxpayers' money!" Superintendent Zhou shouted sternly.

"Sir, we were under orders from Detective He Tianhao to monitor this Mr. Wu." The officer had no choice but to report truthfully.

Superintendent Zhou ordered, "Withdraw immediately. Tell He Tianhao that Mr. Wu is a friend of mine for many years, and I can vouch for him. Humph, instead of properly solving that big case of the pet murder, you're just causing me trouble."

"Yes, sir." The two officers slunk away in the Daihatsu.

Superintendent Zhou apologized to Wu Daoming, saying, "It's a misunderstanding. I really know nothing about it."

Wu Daoming smiled and said, "I need to trouble you with something else."

"Just tell me, and I'll do whatever it takes to do it," Superintendent Zhou said with a forced smile.

"I need to find someone's whereabouts," Wu Daoming said.

"Who?" Superintendent Zhou asked.

"A flower of Hong Kong," Wu Daoming said slowly.

Superintendent Zhou thought for a moment and said, "This person disappeared from the underworld decades ago. I don't know if she's already dead."

"No, she's still alive, hiding somewhere in Kowloon Walled City," Wu Daoming told him definitively.

"Alright then, I'll inquire through an informant," Superintendent Zhou agreed.

Wu Daoming waved, and a taxi pulled up to the side of the road. He got in and waved to Superintendent Zhou.

"To Kowloon," Wu Daoming ordered, turning his head.

In a small hotel room in Kowloon, Wu Daoming met with Han Sheng and the others.

“Yi Qing’s body has already been autopsied by the police. I think Mingyue was saved by the old hag, and that useless host was abandoned,” Wu Daoming explained after detailing the situation.

Han Sheng nodded, agreeing, and then recounted how he had met the old monk Yang Gong and Boss Qian in Nanshan Village after Wu Daoming and the others left.

“The Hakka hut in Kowloon Walled City?” Wu Daoming pondered after hearing this.

“We should see the old monk Yang Gong as soon as possible, so we can find the old hag and Mingyue,” Liu Jinmo said from the side.

“Alright, let’s go back to the Mid-Levels Villa first. This hotel is crowded and unsafe. The police have been cracking down on Kowloon Walled City lately, and a large group of people will make us a bigger target and easier to expose. Let’s go back home and discuss the plan before we act,” Wu Daoming suggested.

Everyone agreed, so they packed up and left the hotel, taking two taxis to Hong Kong Island.

The taxi drove up the mountain road. Wu Daoming could see a stretched Mercedes-Benz parked across the street from Villa 911. Several men in black suits were escorting a tall, somewhat overweight, black-haired elderly man as he walked out of Villa 900. Could this man be Jeff the Gorilla's owner? A client of Tai Chi Yin Yun? Wu Daoming wondered.

Wu Daoming and his companions got out of the taxi. The bodyguards in black suits watched them warily. The elderly man politely nodded to Wu Daoming, then got into the back of the Mercedes-Benz. The bodyguards also got in, and the car drove down the mountain.

Wu Daoming had never met his imposing neighbor before, but he seemed strangely familiar. Suddenly, he remembered seeing him in newspapers and on television: Justice of the Peace, Mr. Lu Taiguan (JP).

The Justice of the Peace is a title originating in Britain, appointed by the Hong Kong British government to maintain community order, prevent illegal punishments, and handle simpler legal procedures. Their main duties include inspecting detention facilities such as prisons, receiving complaints from detainees, preventing correctional authorities from imposing punishments beyond those sentenced by the courts, and overseeing the results of the Mark Six lottery draw in conjunction with representatives of the Hong Kong Jockey Club's affiliated organizations. Those appointed as Justices of the Peace have "JP" added to their names as part of their official title, a symbol of high status in Hong Kong.

Entering the villa, Hansheng met the nun, the disabled child, and the Zhu Biao family. Everyone was happy, and Wu Daoming instructed Wang Ma to prepare a sumptuous lunch to welcome Hansheng and his party.

Han Sheng's eyes searched for Shen Caihua. "You've grown so fast in just a few days!" He caught sight of little Caihua standing naked on the ground and said happily.

Little Caihua ignored him, her tongue licking her lips incessantly, her dark pupils fixed intently on the wrinkled baby girl in the old man's arms...

Chapter 155

Wuyuan County State-Owned Pig Farm.

To welcome Director Meng's new appointment, the farm canteen specially slaughtered a sick male piglet for a feast for all the staff. Before the meal, Director Meng gave a passionate speech, calling on all staff to love their jobs and serve the pigs wholeheartedly, and he emphasized how to care for and love the pigs, especially the sows.

"These pigs have selflessly sacrificed their flesh and organs for the city's working class, especially the old sows, who send their offspring to the slaughterhouse batch after batch without complaint. Therefore, we must improve the hygiene of the pigsty and make their lives as comfortable and enjoyable as possible. We can even play some local music in the pigsty, such as the Huangmei Opera 'The Fairy Couple'."

Hearing such a humane statement from the farm leader for the first time, the workers excitedly discussed it, especially Huangmei Opera, a local favorite. The love story of Dong Yong and the Seventh Fairy was a dream shared by everyone in their youth.

"Farm manager, won't people say we're indulging in feudalistic practices if we play 'The Fairy Couple'?" one worker asked worriedly.

Farm Manager Meng said firmly, "Everyone can think of a way! At night, we can play 'The Fairy Couple' so the sows can drift off to sleep filled with love. During the day, we can play the revolutionary model opera 'The Red Detachment of Women.' Wasn't Party Representative Hong Changqing leading a team of female soldiers? Here, three boars lead hundreds of sows. It's all revolutionary work; there's no distinction between noble and lowly."

Although the workers felt this analogy seemed a little off, they still applauded the new farm manager's boldness.

At the dinner table, Farm Manager Meng frequently raised his glass, creating a lively atmosphere.

The farm's afternoon work plan was to breed the pigs, and everyone, still in high spirits, went to the pigsty.

"Farm Manager Meng, let me first introduce the breeding process to you. Our farm's three boars are responsible for breeding about five hundred sows," said Secretary Geng of the farm's Party branch. He was a veteran employee who had worked diligently at the farm for decades.

"Then aren't the boars incredibly busy every day?" Meng Hongbing said regretfully.

"No, that's not how it works. We can't let it touch the sow, otherwise it will not only waste semen, but the boar might also bite the sow," Secretary Geng said.

"Oh, then what should we do?" Meng Hongbing asked with great interest.

Secretary Geng smiled and said, "Next, you'll see."

The inseminator brought over a large wooden frame, which served as the semen collection device. A raw sow's skin with hair was laid on it, and some fresh sow feces and urine were smeared on the skin, emitting a pungent odor rich in hormones.

An employee led over a fat sow in estrus with a rope, and through the frame, the sow's rear end was turned inward. The burly boar immediately became excited upon seeing it, and pounced over in a flash, foaming at the mouth, panting heavily, its long, red penis protruding. However, because of the wooden frame, it could only drool and crawl on the frame, kicking its backside wildly. The inseminator, holding a sterilized bamboo tube, deftly slipped it over the boar's penis. With a "squeak," the boar's semen was ejaculated into the tube.

Meng Hongbing watched, his face burning, his mouth dry, feeling a burning, throbbing sensation in his groin.

The inseminator brought the tube to Meng Hongbing and said, "Manager, look, there's about 300 milliliters. That's enough to inseminate more than 20 sows."

Meng Hongbing peered into the tube; the milky-white semen emitted a fresh smell. "So much," he thought… A worker came over with a syringe, inserted it into the tube, extracted about ten milliliters of semen, and then injected it into the sows' vaginas one by one. Soon, all 20-plus sows had been inseminated.

Secretary Geng smiled and said to Meng Hongbing, "It's actually very simple. One artificial insemination session uses about ten milliliters, which is basically enough to ensure the sow gets pregnant. The average gestation period for a sow is 114 days, which is three months, three weeks, and three days. Then the piglets will be born, and the working class can have a steady supply of pork on their tables."

Meng Hongbing remained silent, a strange sense of desolation welling up inside him. He turned and left the pigsty, tears welling in his eyes.

"What's wrong, Manager Meng?" the insemination worker asked Secretary Geng in surprise.

Secretary Geng shook his head; he didn't know either.

The image of the boar foaming at the mouth in its excitement kept flashing through Meng Hongbing's mind, along with the forlorn and helpless expressions on the faces of the inseminated sows. They were so pitiful; he had to find a way to change everything.

"Haha, Xiaobing, I didn't expect you to be so responsible at work. That's rare! Revolutionary work requires being unafraid of hardship and death. Zhuqi, in terms of work attitude, Xiaobing is definitely better than you!" Huang Qianhui said with a laugh while drinking.

"Uncle, I want to move to the pig farm," Meng Hongbing said.

"What? How can that be? The living conditions at the pig farm are terrible," Meng Zhuqi firmly objected.

Meng Hongbing looked to Huang Qianhui for help.

Huang Qianhui, observing this, said, "I don't object. It's not a bad thing for young people to endure hardship. Former US Secretary of State Dulles placed his hopes for peaceful evolution on the third generation of Chinese people. I'm very pleased that Xiaobing has such awareness. Our country needs successors like you. Xiaobing, quickly write an application to join the Party and submit it to your pig farm's Party branch. Make it profound, for example, why you gave up your superior conditions to go to the arduous front line, how you will diligently study Mao Zedong Thought, and thoroughly transform your worldview, etc."

Seeing that his uncle had agreed, Meng Hongbing happily said, "Okay, I'll write it as soon as I move down."

The next day, news that the new factory director had moved to the pig farm to sleep for work spread quickly. The workers were deeply moved and expressed to the Party branch that they would take Director Meng as a role model and strive to do their jobs well.

That night, Meng Zhuqi strolled among the pigsties. The three boars still glared at him with hostility, so he walked around them from a distance.

When the sows saw Meng Hongbing, they all stood up, wagging their short tails, blinking their big eyes, and crowding around him with beaming smiles—though they were separated by the wooden fence.

Meng Hongbing affectionately patted one's head and another's forehead, saying, "Look at you all, so young and beautiful, with full figures. It's a pity you're confined here. Don't you know that beautiful women have always had short lives, and sooner or later you can't escape the fate of ending up on the dinner table?"

Meng Hongbing sighed as he glanced at the wooden semen collection device standing in the corner, a pigskin smeared with pig manure still on it. He silently walked over, gently stroking the skin, and sighed, "Why are humans so cruel? Even the most basic physiological needs of a sow are taken away?"

He closed his eyes, gently leaned over the wooden frame, and imagined himself as that boar with white foam at its mouth, his blood boiling, a kind of unprecedented excitement filling his body... "Farm manager, is that you?" a voice called from outside the pigsty.

Meng Hongbing snapped out of his daze and turned around.

"Farm manager Meng, what are you doing?" the on-duty feeder asked in surprise.

"Oh, I'm experiencing life," he replied.

"Someone is looking for you at the gate," the on-duty feeder told him.

Meng Hongbing reluctantly climbed down from the wooden frame of the semen collection device, walked out of the pigsty, and came to the gate of the pig farm. He saw that the person who came was Dean Jing Taiji of the county hospital, riding a bicycle.

“Xiaobing, I’m here to check on you at Director Huang’s house. So you’ve moved to the pig farm,” Jing Taiji said.

“I’m completely recovered,” Meng Hongbing said confidently.

“Well, we still need to confirm it, otherwise we won’t be able to explain to Director Huang,” Jing Taiji explained with a smile.

Meng Hongbing lived in a single dormitory room, which was very simple, with just a bamboo bed, a table, and a chair.

Jing Taiji first listened to Meng Hongbing’s chest with a stethoscope to make sure his heart and lung sounds were normal, then checked his neck and had him move his limbs, and everything was normal.

“I need to check the development of your new testicles. Have you felt any discomfort these past few days?” Jing Taiji said.

“Where? That feeling was so comfortable, a completely new experience,” Meng Hongbing couldn’t contain his excitement, muttering incessantly as he took off his pants.

Jing Taiji examined them carefully. Yes, they were indeed more than twice the size of normal human testicles, and firmer to the touch. He pulled back the scrotum with his fingertips and shone a flashlight through them, discovering that the red capillaries and vas deferens had fully developed, showing no signs of rejection. Strange, this Han Sheng really does have some skill; there are truly experts among the common people.

But one thing was certain: these were definitely not human testicles!

Han Sheng, an ordinary village barefoot doctor, where could he possibly obtain human testicles? He had seen those testicles with his own eyes—they were bright red and fresh, definitely not from a dead person. Combined with Meng Hongbing's sudden personality change and his fascination with the pig farm, Jing Taiji suspected that Meng Hongbing had been transplanted with pig testicles. Those surviving pig testicles secreted large amounts of male hormones, leading to his personality mutation.

The bottle of unidentified liquid that Han Sheng left in the ward had been repeatedly tested in the hospital laboratory. It contained abundant protein, trace elements, certain collagen substances, and more than ten kinds of enzymes. No matching molecular formula could be found in any literature; perhaps it was something yet to be scientifically discovered and confirmed. In any case, something extremely mysterious about Han Sheng was evident everywhere.

"How's it going? Everything alright?" Meng Hongbing asked.

"Yes, no rejection reaction," Jing Taiji nodded, then casually asked, "Are you still thinking about Lan'er?"

"Lan'er? Why would I think about her? She's completely unattractive. Look at these sows, each one cute and clumsy, naked, with round buttocks, especially their udders—each has about ten. What's Lan'er? Only two! Humph, child's play." Meng Hongbing said dismissively.

Jing Taiji was secretly astonished. This guy had completely gone mad. He hadn't expected these pig testicles to be so powerful; those hormones could actually change a person's thinking.

After a moment's hesitation, Jing Taiji decided to keep everything a secret for now, preventing his family from finding out. He needed to find Han Sheng, obtain the formula, and ideally, extract everything from Han Sheng's mind. If necessary, he would be ruthless and unscrupulous.

Jing Taiji left the pig farm with mixed feelings.

Chapter 156:

In Arthur Conan Doyle's famous Sherlock Holmes stories, there is a tale called "The Devil's Herb," about a nephew who, wanting to seize his uncle's inheritance, puts a hallucinogenic plant called "Devil's Herb" in his uncle's fireplace. In his delirium, the uncle sees hordes of "demons" rushing towards him, ultimately scaring him to death.

This actually uses a hallucinogenic plant. Previously, people thought it was fictional, but it was later confirmed that a hallucinogenic "Devil's Herb" does indeed grow in Africa, and Conan Doyle had traveled to Africa, suggesting the tale has some basis in fact. "Hallucinogenic plants" refer to plants that can cause hallucinations in humans or animals after consumption. Some of these plants contain toxic components, such as physostigmine and tetrahydrocannabinol, which can lead to nerve or blood poisoning when ingested. Symptoms of poisoning vary: some experience mental confusion, others mood swings, and still others experience various hallucinations, often mistaking reality for illusion, leading to absurd behavior. Similar plants also grow in sparsely populated areas of southwestern China.

Late at night, Jing Taiji meticulously prepared "Zhu You San" in his room. This is an ancient illusion technique originating from the Zhu You family, made from a poisonous mushroom called "Toad Fungus" growing in the primeval forests of Yunnan and the fruit of a wild tree called "Xiao Shao Zi," which resembles a lychee and is commonly known as "Devil Fruit." It is said that when a mountain cat accidentally licks the slime on the surface of a "toad mushroom," the mice in its eyes suddenly become enormous, causing it to lose the courage to hunt mice. This phenomenon is known in Western medicine as "macroscopic hallucination." "Xiao Shaozi," on the other hand, mistakes his dreams for reality, feeling as if the world moves according to his will, floating on air, and talking fluently, but upon regaining consciousness, he has no idea what he was saying.

The secret recipe for this "Zhu You San" (a traditional Chinese medicine formula) was passed down to Jing Taiji by his master, Granny Wang from the Poyang Lake Valley, who also gave him a small packet each of "toad mushroom" and "Xiao Shaozi." He thought that should be enough to deal with Han Sheng's family.

Finally, he poured the prepared "Zhu You San" into a piece of glutinous rice paper and folded it into a flat little packet.

The best solution is to put it into the water vat at Han Sheng's house. The glutinous rice paper dissolves in water, and the powder is colorless and odorless, with effects lasting for several hours. If this vat of water is used continuously, Han Sheng's family can remain under the influence of the medicine, and whatever they want will be readily available.

Jing Taiji stretched and yawned contentedly as he snuggled into bed. Tomorrow would be a long day.

The next morning, after arranging things at the hospital, Jing Taiji drove his old ambulance towards Nanshan Village.

The ambulance stopped in front of the gate of the East Manor in Nanshan Village. Jing Taiji jumped out of the car, carrying a bag of pastries, and walked inside. Benben stood in the middle of the courtyard, warily blocking his way.

"Isn't this Director Jing from the county hospital?" Dr. Zhu came out of his room, surprised.

"Ha, Dr. Zhu, I came specifically to see Han Sheng and tell him some good news," Jing Taiji said with a beaming smile.

"Oh, Hansheng is out on a house call, he's not home." Dr. Zhu had heard from Lan'er that this Dean Jing was also an accomplice of the Meng family, so she spoke with displeasure.

"When will he be back? I can wait for him," Jing Taiji said.

Dr. Zhu coldly told him that Hansheng might not be home for several more days.

Jing Taiji thought to himself, what bad luck. But then he thought, it's good to start with them first; he can't have made a wasted trip.

"Haha, no problem, can we go inside and talk?" he said.

Dr. Zhu invited Jing Taiji into the living room, made tea, and then waited quietly for him to speak.

"Han Sheng is indeed a young hero! He has cured Director Meng's son's high-level paraplegia and transplanted testicles into him. This is simply a miracle in the medical field. Today, I came specifically to inform you of the good news. The transplanted testicles have been a complete success in clinical trials. By the way, I brought a few boxes of pastries. It's just a small token of my appreciation," Jing Taiji said admiringly.

"Oh, I see. Please take the things back. Our Zhu family never accepts gifts when treating patients," Dr. Zhu said calmly.

Jing Taiji chuckled lightly, changing the subject, "Your Zhu family not only possesses high medical ethics, but also boasts extraordinary ancestral medical skills. May I ask who your ancestors were? Have you always lived in Wuyuan?"

Doctor Zhu shook his head, saying, "The Zhu family has been practicing

medicine as commoners for generations, treating minor ailments in the countryside, nothing worth mentioning." "Oh, then where did Hansheng learn his medical skills? At his age of twenty-something, he should be a medical student, yet he not only cured one of the world's five major incurable diseases, 'ALS,' but also understands organ transplantation, overcoming the age-old medical challenge of allogeneic rejection. Could it be that he had some extraordinary encounter?" Jing Taiji's words were eloquent, pressing him relentlessly.

Doctor Zhu was an honest man, ashamed to lie, and upon hearing this, his face flushed, unsure how to answer.

"Hansheng is my apprentice. I taught him a few techniques, but unfortunately, his skills are lacking, and the dean has been embarrassed by his lack of expertise," a man entered from outside, Wu Chushanren, chimed in.

Jing Taiji stood up and said, "My apologies, you are..."

Wu Chushanren smiled faintly, "I am Lan'er's father, Wu Chushanren."

"Oh, alas, you are Wu Chushanren. I'm so sorry, I didn't handle Lan'er's matter well. I was just thinking of coming to apologize in person sometime." Jing Taiji's face showed a sincere expression. "

Hmph," Wu Chushanren said indignantly, "Dean Jing, you and Meng Zhuqi and his son conspired to deceive a naive young girl. It seems you have no sense of chivalry, do you?"

"I'm sorry, it was indeed Meng Hongbing who took a fancy to your Lan'er, but he's just a cripple. He was only after a few words. I still think highly of Lan'er's work ability. If she is still willing to work at the hospital, I will accept her, and I can go through the formal recruitment procedures. Back then, it was mainly because your registered residence was not in Wuyuan, so the formal recruitment procedures were difficult to complete. Now it's different. Your whole family has officially settled here, so there are no problems." Jing Taiji explained earnestly.

Wu Chushan's face hardened. "Now that Young Master Meng has new testicles, he's no longer a cripple. Are you still thinking of bullying Lan'er again?"

"No, he's still a cripple," Jing Taiji said coldly.

"What do you mean?" Dr. Zhu looked at Jing Taiji seriously. "Didn't you just say the transplant was completely successful?"

Jing Taiji chuckled. "The transplant was successful, but Han Sheng put two pig testicles in."

Dr. Zhu was stunned. Han Sheng had never mentioned this since returning home. "Pig testicles? How is that possible?" he said suspiciously.

"Meng Hongbing has moved to the pig farm now. His thinking has changed. You could say that Meng Hongbing no longer has any interest in women," Jing Taiji said.

"Could he have developed an interest in sows?" Wu Chushan asked.

"More than an interest, it's practically a fanaticism. In a sense, he's now a fully grown boar." Jing Taiji's tone carried a savage pleasure.

"This..." Dr. Zhu felt a pang of fear. If, as Dean Jing said, Han Sheng had indeed replaced someone's testicles with a pig's, such an act would violate the code of medical ethics, regardless of whether it was a prank or an unintentional mistake.

"Hahaha," Wu Chushanren laughed heartily, "This truly shows that good and evil are ultimately rewarded. The young master of the Meng family has committed many evils, and in this life he has already been reborn into the animal realm."

Jing Taiji smiled as he looked at Wu Chushanren, thinking to himself, "Did you teach Han Sheng, or did he have some other extraordinary encounter? Do you think you won't tell me tonight?

" "You two don't need to be so polite. I'll go to the restroom." Jing Taiji stood up and walked out the door.

Dr. Zhu said with worry, "Shanren, Han Sheng's actions are not in accordance with the code of medical ethics."

"Dr. Zhu, it is fate. Why blame yourself? We'll ask Han Sheng about it when he returns," Shanren comforted him.

Jing Taiji left the room and headed towards the side room. He caught sight of the chimney on the kitchen roof, and seeing no one around, slipped inside. Against the wall beside the kitchen door stood a large water vat filled with clear water.

A smile appeared on Jing Taiji's lips. He looked around, muttering softly, "Wrong way." He then turned to leave, and in that instant, he tossed the packet of "Zhu You San" (a traditional Chinese medicine formula) into the vat.

The glutinous rice paper dissolved rapidly, the powder dissolving into the water, and within moments, it was gone.

Back in the living room, Jing Taiji bid farewell to Doctor Zhu and Wu Chushan, saying, "I'll take my leave now. I'll go back to the hospital to check the recruitment plan for early next year. I'll come back later to let you know."

Jing Taiji got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove away from Nanshan Village.

Tonight, when it's late and everyone in the village is asleep, I'll come back then, calmly, and properly question them.

Thinking about it, Jing Taiji hummed a folk tune from his hometown, Sichuan, but the tune somehow veered off into the Huangmei Opera "The Fairy Couple."

The first to have problems was Benben's black dog girlfriend, whom Lan'er had named "Heimei" (Black Girl). Pregnant Heimei was often thirsty, and she drank the water Lan'er scooped from the water vat.

Heimei then experienced hallucinations. Benben, standing before her, suddenly grew incredibly tall, like a large water buffalo. His once handsome face became fat and bloated. Benben's familiar, curved, melancholic eyes now stared at her like copper bells, a huge drool dripping from his open mouth, his enormous lips reaching out to kiss her… Heimei panicked, retreating in terror to a corner, her eyes fixed on Benben as he approached, emitting low growls.

Lan'er heard Heimei's strange cries and quickly ran out to investigate.

"Silly boy, what are you doing? Play nicely, don't scare Blackie." Lan'er scolded the silly boy a couple of times and shooed it aside.

Seeing that it was already dusk, she knew it was time to cook. So she went to the kitchen and started washing and cooking rice. This time she used water from the water vat, whereas the rice porridge she had for lunch used the remaining half-bucket of water.

Dinner was rice and vegetables as usual. He Xiang was still very weak, so she went to her room to rest early after dinner. Doctor Zhu and Shanren sat in the living room drinking tea and chatting.

"Father, you seem to have gained weight and grown taller," Lan'er said

, rubbing her eyes. Wu Chushanren laughed and said, "Silly child, how could I possibly grow taller at my age?"

"Lan'er has really grown up, taller and fatter than before," Doctor Zhu interjected.

The effects of the Zhu You San (a traditional Chinese medicine) first took hold in those without martial arts skills.

"Bang bang bang," came a knock at the front door.

Lan'er turned and walked into the courtyard, gently unlatching the door and opening it.

"Ah!" Lan'er gasped. Standing before the door was an unusually tall man, his head as large as a bucket, his eyes like copper bells, his hands like palm-leaf fans; Lan'er wasn't even as tall as the man's waist.

Lan'er screamed and backed away. The tall man chuckled and stepped inside, the thud of his footsteps echoing in her ears.

"Father!" Lan'er cried out in terror.

Upon hearing the sound, Wu Chushan rose and leaped to the front of the courtyard.

"Haha, Wu Chushan, I've come to deliver the recruitment forms. What's wrong, Lan'er? Don't you recognize me?" Jing Taiji laughed, thinking to himself, "It seems they've fallen for my trick."

Chapter 157

"Oh, it's Dean Jing. You can go back now; we're not going to the recruitment fair," Wu Chushan replied decisively.

Jing Taiji chuckled and said, "No rush. Our hospital also needs an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor like Dr. Zhu. Is he in his room?"

With that, he strode into the living room. Wu Chushan ignored him and went to Lan'er's side.

Lan'er was still terrified, taking a step back and muttering, "Father, you... how come you've become so tall?"

"Tall?" Wu Chushan felt something was wrong. "Lan'er, are you sick?"

"Ah!" Lan'er caught sight of Benben's enormous body emerging from the doghouse, like a large yellow water buffalo. "Father, how come Benben is as big as a water buffalo!"

"Wait a minute, I'll go call Dr. Zhu." Wu Chushan suddenly felt his eyelids tighten, and Lan'er's figure seemed to be distorting before his eyes.

"Could it be poisoning?" The thought flashed through his mind, and he stepped into the living room.

Dr. Zhu stood in the corner, tensely confronting Jing Taiji.

Wu Chushan asked in confusion, "Dr. Zhu, you..."

Dr. Zhu's dazed gaze fell on Wu Chushan, and he asked timidly, "Who are you all? Why are you so tall?"

At this point, Wu Chushan was certain that his entire family had been poisoned.

"What happened in your family?" Jing Taiji's expression was extremely strange.

Although Wu Chushan was skilled in martial arts, he couldn't withstand the effects of the ancient miracle drug "Zhu You San." In his eyes, Jing Taiji's figure grew taller inch by inch, until his head seemed to touch the ceiling, and he was hunching over as he spoke. The strange face in front of him was as big as a wooden basin... "Who are you?" Wu Chushan asked.

"I'm Hansheng. How come you don't even recognize me?" Jing Taiji said, while sitting down in a chair with a relaxed expression.

"Hansheng? When did you come back from Hong Kong? Hmm, child, you look so much older." Doctor Zhu rushed over upon hearing this, carefully examining Jing Taiji, and said with heartache.

Jing Taiji thought to himself, oh, so Hansheng went to Hong Kong. It seems the Zhu family has quite a few secrets.

"Father, I did go to Hong Kong, but I forgot what I went there for. Do you remember?" Jing Taiji coaxed.

Dr. Zhu said with some dissatisfaction, "How could you forget something so important? You need to be focused when treating patients. Such carelessness is not good."

Jing Taiji thought it best to get straight to the point to avoid beating around the bush, so he said with unusual sincerity, "Father, I've forgotten the prescription. How am I supposed to treat this patient? Could you and Master explain it to me again?" His gaze turned to Wu Chushanren.

Wu Chushanren was vaguely thinking, Master? Who is his master? Is it me? No… "Hansheng, I am not your master, but your father-in-law," Wu Chushanren corrected sternly.

"Hansheng, only you have seen the *Qingnang Jing*. We don't know about it," Dr. Zhu suddenly said from the side.

The *Qingnang Jing*… the long-lost medical book of Hua Tuo from the Three Kingdoms period? Jing Taiji felt his chest tighten…

So the *Qingnang Jing*, lost for 1700 years, had reappeared!

Jing Taiji couldn't help but tremble. No wonder Han Sheng, at such a young age, possessed so many incredible healing methods. Heaven had eyes, allowing Jing Taiji to discover this secret.

"But I forgot where I put the *Qing Nang Jing*! If you know, please tell me quickly, I'm waiting to go treat the patient," Jing Taiji said impatiently.

Doctor Zhu frowned, puzzled, and said, "Huh? Didn't you hide it in the doghouse and burn it down along with the thatched house?"

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, Jing Taiji's heart sank. Burned? A priceless treasure, a peerless book of traditional Chinese medicine, burned?

"Who burned it?" Jing Taiji muttered to himself.

"Meng Zhuqi burned the house," Wu Chushanren said, his mind wandering as he pondered, his internal energy resisting the effects of the medicine, feeling an unbearable headache... The *Qing Nang Jing*? Han Sheng's medical skills came from the *Qing Nang Jing*? Han Sheng was actually a descendant of the legendary physician Hua Tuo… Jing Taiji cursed inwardly. Meng Zhuqi, that stupid bastard, you're a complete idiot, just like your son.

It seemed the only way was to start with Han Sheng, he thought calmly.

“I'm not Han Sheng, please look closely and see who I am,” Jing Taiji changed his tone, his voice tinged with a Sichuan accent.

Doctor Zhu looked closely and indeed it wasn't Han Sheng. “Who are you?” he asked.

“I'm a patient who came all the way from Sichuan, it must have been very tiring,” Jing Taiji said, pressing his chest as if in pain.

“You really are a patient, but Han Sheng went out and won't be back anytime soon,” Doctor Zhu said apologetically.

“When will he be back? I'll wait for him, do you want some?” Jing Taiji chuckled inwardly; this Zhu You San was indeed miraculous, truly amazing.

Dr. Zhu shook his head and said, "I don't know, it'll probably take at least a month."

Damn it, a month is too long, Jing Taiji thought dejectedly. He was now eager to learn the secrets of the *Qing Nang Jing* as soon as possible.

"Where in Hong Kong is he? How can I find him?" Jing Taiji asked.

Dr. Zhu stared at him blankly, offering no further explanation.

"Tell me quickly, or my illness will worsen," Jing Taiji said, a pained expression on his face.

"It seems to be the Hakka settlements in Kowloon Walled City, Hong Kong," Dr. Zhu recalled.

"Alright," Jing Taiji breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his brow.

It seemed he had to go to Hong Kong himself. The *Qing Nang Jing* was a treasure of the Chinese nation; how could he let that brat Han Sheng possess it all? He would take the *Zhu You San* with him, and act according to the circumstances. "Hmph," he thought, "I, Jing Taiji, will definitely get my hands on the *Qing Nang Jing*, then kill that brat to silence him, and then the world will be mine alone." Thinking of this, Jing Taiji couldn't help but laugh heartily, stood up, and strode outside.

In the courtyard, he picked up a small pebble, flicked it with his finger, and after a sharp sound, a "poof" echoed as the water vat in the kitchen shattered, spilling a vat of water mixed with "Zhu You San" onto the ground.

He thought, "I can't leave a single trace."

Jing Taiji rushed back to his dormitory that night, prepared the remaining "toad fungus" and "devil fruit" into "Zhu You San," carefully wrapped it in glutinous rice paper, placed it in an envelope, and also slipped in the two pubic hairs he had taken from Meng Zhuqi's neck. Then he turned off the lights and went to bed.

In the 1950s, Hong Kong and Guangzhou were roughly at the same level of prosperity. Before the 1950s, Hong Kong was even less developed than Guangzhou. Going to Hong Kong was easy then, and few people from the mainland were willing to go. After the three-year Great Depression, many people applied to go. In the early 1960s, the application process for going to Hong Kong was extremely simple; all it took was approval from one's work unit and completing the formalities at the local police station. After the Cultural Revolution, the Hong Kong British authorities tightened border controls, and Guangdong was also blocked, obstructing legitimate channels. As a result, a large number of people from Guangdong began to illegally cross the border to Hong Kong.

Jing Taiji also made preparations for his smuggling: maps, compasses, flashlights, food, and some emergency medicine. Most importantly, he had money. Although he was the dean, he was still only at the administrative level 19, earning a salary of only eighty-odd yuan. All his savings amounted to less than a thousand yuan, so he decided to take everything with him.

Jing Taiji told the other leaders in the institute that he was going back to his hometown in Sichuan, and then left Wuyuan with his travel bag. He took a long-distance bus to Nanchang and then boarded a train to Guangzhou.

Three days later, he arrived at a small fishing village on the South China Sea coast in Bao'an County.

He went to a simple fisherman's house and offered to smuggle himself to Hong Kong for 1,000 yuan. He paid a 100-yuan deposit upfront, with the remaining 900 yuan to be paid upon disembarking in Hong Kong. The old fisherman agreed; at that time, several hundred yuan was considered quite a sum for smuggling someone.

That night, Jing Taiji went to the sea and boarded a small sampan. The old fisherman rowed slowly out to sea.

A bright moon hung in the sky, the sea was calm, and a salty sea breeze blew gently, making it very pleasant.

Jing Taiji's mind was filled with thoughts of the *Qing Nang Jing*. As far as he knew, Hua Tuo, imprisoned years ago, had poured his life's work into a book called the *Qing Nang Jing*, which he gave to the jailer. However, the jailer, fearing repercussions, refused to accept it. Enraged, Hua Tuo burned it. The next day, the renowned physician was executed by Cao Cao, and the *Qing Nang Jing* was lost forever, a tragedy for all time.

Many years later, Han Sheng had actually obtained this copy of the *Qing Nang Jing*. This meant that the jailer must have accepted the book that night in the Xuchang prison and treasured it, because for over 1700 years since, the *Qing Nang Jing* had never appeared again. "

Han Sheng, you're incredibly lucky," Jing Taiji thought. "But I, Jing Taiji, am also blessed with good fortune! I graduated with a medical degree; theoretically, I'm far superior to Han Sheng. If I were to gain the aid of the *Qing Nang Jing*, who else in the world could surpass me?"

Thinking this, Jing Taiji couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The small sampan finally docked in a secluded bay on Lantau Island, Hong Kong.

Jing Taiji took out the remaining money and handed it over. The old fisherman counted the money under the moonlight.

"I'm still short over a hundred dollars," the old fisherman said after counting it again.

Jing Taiji chuckled and said, "I used it on the way."

The old fisherman said, "We agreed on this."

Jing Taiji sneered, "That's right, we agreed on this, but there's still something we didn't agree on."

"What?" the old fisherman asked in surprise.

"I'm going to take your life!" Jing Taiji said, and a palm strike landed.

The palm struck the old fisherman's skull. Under the strange internal force of Jing Taiji, the old man's skull suddenly deformed, and his eyeballs detached from their sockets and flew into the sea.

Jing Taiji snatched the banknotes with a cold smile, and with a swift kick, sent the old fisherman's body flying into the sea. He then picked up his travel bag and leaped ashore.

"Han Sheng, wait for me, Jing is here," he thought to himself.

Chapter 158

Han Sheng silently observed the ghost infant Xiao Caihua. Although only two or three months old, he was surprisingly robust; anyone who didn't know him would think he was at least a year old, yet he couldn't walk upright.

The ghost infant was of the Yin constitution, while the wrinkled-skinned baby girl was of the pure Yang constitution. How could Yin and Yang be harmonized, achieving a balance of Yin and Yang? Of course, if they were adults, it would be easier, but they were still infants; the old man's methods from Xiangxi wouldn't work.

While the *Qing Nang Jing* contained many methods for treating illnesses, the world was full of strange and varied cases, and books were static, unable to encompass all cases.

The key to healing lay in flexibly applying its principles and drawing inferences from one instance to another.

Han Sheng repeatedly recalled the records in the *Qing Nang Jing*, pondering how to harmonize the Yin and Yang of the two infants.

Wu Daoming approached and quietly pulled Han Sheng to sit on the sofa in the corner of the living room.

"Han Sheng, there's something I need to tell you privately," Wu Daoming said softly.

"What is it?" Han Sheng asked.

“These past few days, two families living next to this house have had their pets killed—an African gorilla and an Irish Wolfhound, both extremely ferocious animals,” Wu Daoming said.

“Hmm.” Han Sheng looked at him, unsure what he was getting at.

“It was Shen Caihua who did it,” Wu Daoming continued.

“Oh, is that so?” Han Sheng was startled.

“Shen Caihua went out in the middle of the night and drank the blood of those two animals, biting through their carotid arteries, just like how he killed the chickens at Shen Tianhu’s house. These two incidents have caused a sensation in Hong Kong, and the police are currently investigating,” Wu Daoming explained.

Han Sheng glanced at Shen Caihua and saw the ghost infant greedily staring at the child in the ancestor’s arms, its little tongue constantly licking its lips.

“You mean the ancestor’s child…” Han Sheng suddenly realized, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Wu Daoming nodded, saying worriedly, "That's right, Shen Caihua's current appearance clearly indicates he's about to cause trouble. Tonight will be very dangerous."

Han Sheng didn't reply, his eyes still fixed on Shen Caihua. "

Hmm, Shen Caihua must have sensed the wrinkled baby girl's pure Yang constitution and desperately needs to absorb Yang blood energy to neutralize the pure Yin energy within himself," Han Sheng thought.

"It seems that the ghost infant is about to start drinking human blood. What should we do?" Wu Daoming said with a troubled expression.

“Alright,” Han Sheng suddenly spoke, seeing Wu Daoming’s surprised expression, he smiled slightly and said softly, “Don’t worry, I’ve thought of a way.”

Han Sheng decided to risk trying the medical techniques from the *Qing Nang Jing* combined with the exorcism techniques from the *Shi Yi Jing*. He said to Wu Daoming, “Mr. Wu, ‘The way of Heaven and Earth is nothing more than men and women, the way of men and women is nothing more than Yin and Yang, the way of Yin and Yang is nothing more than following and reversing; following leads to life, reversing leads to death. The source of Yin and Yang is the art of reversal. People all know that following leads to life, but do not know that following leads to death; they all know that reversing leads to death, but do not know that reversing leads to life.’” These were words from the *Qing Nang Jing*, but he couldn’t reveal them to Wu Daoming.

“‘The art of reversal’? When I was young, I heard my master say that since ancient times, the most mysterious thing in the world, reaching the pinnacle of traditional Chinese medicine, was the ‘art of reversal,’ but it has long been lost. Do you actually know it?” Wu Daoming was so surprised that he couldn’t close his mouth.

Han Sheng nodded and said softly, "I understand." He stood up, glancing at the old ancestor who was holding a wrinkled baby girl in her arms, her questioning gaze fixed intently on him.

Han Sheng stepped forward and touched Shen Caihua's thigh. Indeed, the quadriceps and hamstrings were strong and powerful. He pressed her lower back; the muscles there were also very resilient. Especially noticeable was Caihua's slightly upturned buttocks; the gluteal muscles were remarkably elastic.

"Seven days. It will take seven days," Han Sheng said.

"What? Han Sheng, you mean you can heal my daughter?" the old ancestor asked anxiously.

"I will come to your room at midnight tonight," Han Sheng told her.

Han Sheng walked back to Wu Daoming's side and asked, "Can you get 'little bees' in Hong Kong?"

"There are professional beekeepers in the New Territories, but I don't know which kind of bee you're referring to," Wu Daoming asked.

Han Sheng smiled and said, "Not honeybees or anything like that, but silkworm pupae. 'Little bees' is its other name. After the silkworm spins its cocoon, it will become a pupa in about four days. When the silkworm first pupates, its body color is pale yellow, and the pupa is soft. Gradually, it will turn yellow, yellowish-brown, or brown, and the pupal skin will harden. After half a month, it will become a moth. In my hometown, many farmers raise silkworms."

"Oh, yes, they do. How many do you need? I can get them in the New Territories. What's the use of this stuff?" Wu Daoming asked.

Han Sheng said, "I use it as a medicinal ingredient, as a medium for harmonizing yin and yang. Remember, it needs to be old, brown silkworms. Two pounds will be enough. Also, bring two packs of sewing needles."

"Okay, I'll go get it after lunch," Wu Daoming agreed.

The lunch was extremely lavish, featuring seafood such as shrimp, crab, and shellfish that Han Sheng had never seen before. The flavors were light yet delicious; no wonder people say "Food is best in Guangdong"—it's absolutely true! After so many days, he finally had a hearty meal.

In the afternoon, Wu Daoming went out to buy supplies, while the others sat in the living room discussing their trip to Kowloon Walled City the next day.

At dusk, Wu Daoming returned, having prepared everything. "

Just waiting for midnight," Han Sheng thought.

At 9 PM, Han Sheng left his room and went to the living room. Everyone was sitting there; they knew Han Sheng would be treating the two infants that night, so they were all waiting. Only Shen Caihua and her child, along with the old woman and her daughter, were resting in their room.

Han Sheng put down the plum blossom needle he was holding—it was made from two packs of sewing needles Wu Daoming had bought that afternoon, plus a chopstick. Han Sheng asked Wu Daoming to pour him a cup of strong liquor and began preparing the medicinal ingredients.

Han Sheng picked up a silkworm pupa and gently tossed it into a glass of wine. The strong liquor instantly penetrated the pupa, which, unable to withstand the alcohol's stimulation, struggled and twitched before dying instantly. Before dying, it strained to expel a pale green liquid... Seeing everyone watching intently, Han Sheng explained simply, "The silkworm pupa's body is shaped like a spindle, divided into three segments: head, thorax, and abdomen. You see, the head is small, with compound eyes and antennae. You can vaguely see legs and wings on the thorax. Its bulging abdomen has nine segments, like zebra stripes. The sex is mainly determined by the abdominal stripes and small brown spots. We need half male and half female."

"Really? I used to eat stir-fried silkworm pupae all the time, and I never noticed it had a head and eyes!" Zhu Biao stared intently, clicking his tongue in amazement.

Han Sheng used chopsticks to remove the dead silkworm pupa and tossed it into the wastebasket. He then placed another one in, and immediately, another stream of pale green liquid spurted out.

"This is the life essence of the silkworm pupa. Although it's a tiny life, it embodies the unity of heaven and earth, and the principle of all things being interconnected. For example, this pale green silkworm pupa essence wine, when consumed by humans, can not only lower blood lipids and fatty liver, but also regulate blood pressure and prolong life," Han Sheng explained.

Soon, the two pounds of silkworm pupae were almost used up, and the remaining few were all of a single sex. At this moment, the strong liquor in the glasses had turned emerald green.

Han Sheng glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost 11 o'clock.

"The transition from Hai to Zi is approaching, the time when Yin reaches its peak and Yang begins to emerge. Everyone, please be quiet and turn off the lights. We'll wait here," Han Sheng instructed.

The living room was pitch black, and everyone sat there silently. As for what they were waiting for, they didn't know.

The clock on the wall struck, marking the transition between the hours of Hai and Zi. Everyone's hearts leaped with the sound... "Squeak," came the soft sound of a door opening in the corridor.

Everyone held their breath, hearing a soft "thump...thump" as the door fell to the ground, but it didn't sound like human footsteps... In the darkness, they saw a small white figure leaping forward, stopping occasionally to listen to the sounds around it. Finally, it lightly leaped up, grabbed the doorknob, pulled it down, and quietly pushed open the patriarch's door, nimbly slipping inside... Han Sheng followed stealthily, pushing the door open with one hand and flipping the light switch on the wall with the other. Instantly, all the lights in the room came on, illuminating the room as bright as day.

Naked Shen Caihua was pouncing on the wrinkled baby girl, his mouth reaching for her neck… Just at that critical moment, Liu Jinmo had already flashed forward, pulling Shen Caihua down. The ghost baby blinked at Liu Jinmo, calling out pitifully, “Mama.” At

this moment, the ancestor also woke up, tightly hugging the baby girl, his anxious gaze fixed on Han Sheng.

“Alright, we can begin the treatment,” Han Sheng said.

Han Sheng instructed the old ancestor to lay the baby girl on her back on the bed. Then he took out plum blossom needles and explained, "Plum blossom needles are a type of acupuncture. Five needles are called 'plum blossom needles,' seven needles are called 'seven-star needles,' and 'Arhat needles' require eighteen needles. What I'm using today are homemade 'Arhat needles' tied to bamboo chopsticks, which physicians commonly call 'plum blossom needles.'"

Han Sheng held the chopstick handles, flicked his wrist slightly, and tapped the acupoints on the baby girl's Ren meridian using a 'heavy pricking' technique, saying, "Bloodletting therapy has existed since ancient times. Hua Tuo of the Three Kingdoms period used this method to treat Cao Cao's 'headache.'" Cao Cao suffered from a splitting headache, which was cured after Hua Tuo pricked his Baihui and Taiyang acupoints on the top of his head to release stagnant blood. Zhang Wenzhong, a court physician in the Tang Dynasty, also used this method to cure Emperor Taizong's dizziness. "

Han Sheng started from the Zhongji acupoint below the baby girl's navel, tapping to draw blood under the skin, then proceeding along Guanyuan, Shimen, Qihai, Yinjiao, and Shenque acupoints upwards, then through Shuifen, Xiawan, Jianli, Zhongwan, and Shangwan to Juque, then continuing through Jiuwei and Zhongting, reaching the Tanzhong acupoint in the center of the chest. Of the twenty-four acupoints on the Ren meridian, fourteen had already been bled, forming a pale red line on the wrinkled baby girl's abdomen. The

wrinkled baby girl was quite strong, enduring the pain without uttering a sound, her eyes filled with resentment.

"This little one is quite good, very cooperative," Han Sheng said.

With a "Pah!", the wrinkled baby girl spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm, landing it on Zhu Biao's feet... Next up was Shen Caihua. This child was quite unruly, kicking his legs wildly and baring his two rows of small teeth in a threatening manner, but he was still outnumbered and was pressed onto the bed with his back facing the sky.

The Du Meridian on a person's back is one of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, governing all the Yang meridians of the body. All six Yang meridians converge with it at Dazhui (GV14). The Du Meridian plays a role in regulating the Qi and blood of the Yang meridians, hence it is called the "Sea of Yang Meridians," corresponding to the "Sea of Yin Meridians," the Ren Meridian.

Han Sheng seized the opportunity and used plum blossom needles, starting from Shen Caihua's Yaoyangguan (GV15) point. Shen Caihua cried out in pain. Han Sheng ignored him and continued along his Mingmen (GV4), Xuanshu (BL60), Jizhong (BL60), Zhongshu (BL60), Jinsuo (BL43), Zhiyang (BL59), Lingtai (BL10), Shendao (BL19), Shenzhu (BL12), Taodao (BL13), all the way to Dazhui (GV14). Twenty-eight acupoints along the Du meridian were treated, and twelve were pricked with bloodletting. A faint trail of blood remained on Xiao Caihua's back.

Wu Daoming handed over a cup of emerald green silkworm pupa essence wine. Han Sheng used a cotton ball to apply it to Shen Caihua's back. The alcohol irritated the broken skin, making him yell and scream in anger. The wrinkled baby girl was much stronger. The silkworm pupa essence wine was applied to the wrinkled skin on her chest and abdomen, and she kept her little mouth tightly shut, remaining silent.

After Han Sheng finished applying the wine, he picked up the wrinkled baby girl, placed her Ren meridian along Shen Caihua's Du meridian, and put her on his back. Then he took the bandage from Wu Daoming and began to wrap the two babies up, tying several knots. The treatment was finally over, and Han Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone found it amusing. Shen Caihua carried the wrinkled baby girl on his back, like a tortoise carrying another little tortoise. Shen Caihua glared angrily at everyone, while the wrinkled baby girl angrily spat out several mouthfuls of phlegm, all of which landed on the back of Shen Caihua's head.

The patriarch looked at the baby girl with heartache and said worriedly, "Does she have to be tied up for seven days?"

Han Sheng said solemnly, "What I'm using now is the 'Yin-Yang Reversal Technique.' Shen Caihua, being purely Yin, uses the twelve acupoints of the Du meridian (the 'Sea of Yang Meridians') to absorb the abundant pure Yang energy from the infant's 'Sea of Yin Meridians' through the fourteen acupoints of the Ren meridian. Conversely, the infant transfers the pure Yin energy from Shen Caihua's 'Sea of Yang Meridians' to her own 'Sea of Yin Meridians.' The Ren and Du meridians interact, and Yin and Yang naturally grow. After seven days, each will have what they need."

"Brilliant! Truly ingenious! I never knew traditional Chinese medicine could be so miraculous. It seems that to succeed in anything, one must subtly align with the principles of Yin and Yang." Wu Daoming clapped his hands in praise.

Han Sheng smiled slightly: "Nothing in this world is like this."

Suddenly, the lights went out, plunging everything into darkness. Everyone was startled, but felt a chilling wind rushing straight towards Han Sheng… "Oh no, Shen Caihua!" Liu Jinmo's terrified cry echoed from the darkness.

Chapter 159

Shen Caihua's angry cries startled Shen Caihua. She rushed out of the house to the ancestral room where everyone was gathered, and found Han Sheng binding his child. Enraged, she reached out and switched off the light switch on the wall, then lunged at Han Sheng in the darkness.

Caught off guard, Shen Caihua was already beside Han Sheng, biting down on his neck… Just as her sharp teeth touched Han Sheng's flesh, white static sparks suddenly flashed all over Han Sheng's body in the darkness, emitting a series of crackling sounds. Shen Caihua felt a numbness in her mouth, then her whole body trembled as if electrocuted, and she slowly shrunk down, collapsing to the ground without a sound.

The Yin Corpse Shen Caihua encountered Han Sheng's "corpse clothes," a vest woven by Renhao and Lvmao, a sacred object for warding off evil. How could she withstand it?

The "corpse garment" Han Sheng wore close to his body was a white-haired humanoid creature born from Liu Bowen's 600-year-old corpse within a celestial silkworm, woven together with the green hair from the ancient twin fish. The green hair could absorb yin substances, attracting unclean things, while the humanoid creature would kill them with its natural qi.

At this moment, everyone snapped out of their shock. Someone had turned on the wall switch again, and the room suddenly lit up, filling the room with the smell of ozone ions.

Looking quickly, Han Sheng was unharmed, but Shen Caihua was lying at their feet... "Mom," Shen Caihua called softly, leaping down with the wrinkled baby girl on her back, landing on Shen Caihua. In mid-air, the wrinkled baby girl turned her head and spat at Han Sheng, but the spit landed on Wu Daoming's shirt collar.

Zhu Biao pushed through the crowd and hurriedly knelt beside Caihua, calling out, "Caihua, Caihua."

Han Sheng was initially stunned, but then he remembered the thin vest he was wearing next to his skin. It seemed this thing really was an amulet against evil. But strangely, the ghost infant and Nika were unharmed after contact.

Wu Daoming looked at Shen Caihua, stood up, and softly said to Han Sheng, "She's dead."

Han Sheng was startled and quickly bent down to examine her, saying, "Take her back to her room."

Zhu Biao picked up Shen Caihua, and Liu Jinmo tenderly picked up Xiao Caihua and the other two, carrying them to Zhu Biao's room. Han Sheng went back to his room, retrieved the Yin-Yang Ruler, and followed.

The Yin-Yang Ruler was inserted into Shen Caihua's mouth, and Zhu Biao nervously stared at the markings.

Corpse transformation differs from normal people. Normal people exhibit symptoms of unconsciousness and loss of consciousness, but corpses like the Yin-Yang Ruler do not. Unconsciousness is death, due to the difference in their physical bodies.

The Yin-Yang Ruler saved Mingyue and the nun; hopefully, it can save Shen Caihua, Han Sheng thought.

A wisp of white vapor slowly rose from Shen Caihua's mouth onto the cyan Yin-Yang Ruler, drifting erratically. Zhu Biao's mind was in turmoil, his eyes fixed on the faintly visible white deathly vapor.

Han Sheng sighed, "Alas, Shen Caihua's fate is truly pitiful. Her dying resentment protected the fetus, allowing the child to be born. Since seeing her own flesh and blood, her resentment gradually subsided. I originally wanted to heal her, but unexpectedly, she suffered this calamity. It's all my fault for poor planning; I've harmed her."

Seeing Han Sheng's constant self-blame, Wu Daoming comforted him, "No one can predict life and death in this world. You've done your best. Shen Caihua was already dead, and she lived with Xiao Caihua for so many days. Even if she passes away, she has no regrets."

"Where can this white vapor find salvation?" Zhu Biao asked, tears streaming down his face.

Han Sheng said, "Ding, Wang, Yi, Guan, Xing, Cai can be saved, but Hai, Ku, Si, Shi are hopeless."

Xiao Caihua, carrying the wrinkled baby girl on her back, lay on her mother's body, softly calling out.

The nun and Nika wiped away tears beside them.

The white aura of death lingered on the character "Ku" (苦), then gradually dissipated… Shen Caihua was dead.

"Caihua," Zhu Biao cried out in heart-wrenching agony, "It's all my fault! Why didn't I dare go to the Meng family to reason with them? I know you've been waiting for me. I'm cowardly and afraid of trouble. I'm not a good man. I'm so sorry…"

"Mother…" A weak cry from Shen Caihua could be heard between them.

"Hiss..." White steam rose from Shen Caihua's corpse, her once full body gradually collapsing until, in no time, only a white skeleton remained beneath her white robe... Zhu Biao, as if possessed, threw away the Yin-Yang Ruler, picked up Caihua's skull, and kissed it aimlessly. Xiao Caihua stared blankly at her mother's remains, stunned.

Liu Jinmo bent down and picked up Xiao Caihua; even he, a seasoned wanderer of the martial world, had tears in his eyes.

The nun and Nika were already sobbing softly.

Shen Caihua was a woman with a tragic fate. After marrying, she discovered her husband was a eunuch. Unwilling to live a life of widowhood, she did not succumb to fate's arrangement but bravely sought her love. Unfortunately, she chose the wrong person. She gave all her love to Zhu Biao without reservation, but at the crucial moment, the man she loved dared not stand up for her, becoming a coward. The Meng family father and son tortured and humiliated her in every way, and in her pain, she longed for her lover to come and save her and the child in her womb. She waited and waited, but the man never came… Instead, her husband's family brought a rope, which strangled her.

Han Sheng understood then that there were too many injustices in the world that a doctor could not heal. Even a skilled physician might not be able to save lives. With a medical bag in hand and the shroud on her body, what could she do?

Han Sheng let out a long sigh.

Looking at Liu Jinmo and Wu Daoming, he said dejectedly, “The shroud has appeared, and the first person it harmed was the most unfortunate Shen Caihua. Since it doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, good and bad, perhaps we shouldn't wear it.”

Wu Daoming said, “No, the shroud has a spirit; it can sense danger. It will only retaliate against malevolent energy that tries to harm you, but it won't actively attack magnetic fields that don't harm you. Think about it, it didn't react to the ghostly energy on Shen Caihua, and neither did Nika. You must wear it. Hong Kong is a place full of supernatural and strange things; we must be careful.”

Liu Jinmo also said, “Shen Caihua's death has nothing to do with you. Just as Mr. Wu said, the shroud itself has… ” He countered her attack, which led to this accidental killing. Since you aspire to heal the sick and don't know any martial arts, having a shroud for protection is essential.

Han Sheng gazed at Shen Caihua's skeleton on the bed, his heart filled with sorrow. He patted Zhu Biao's shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Zhu Biao didn't speak, still tightly embracing Shen Caihua's skull, tears falling into the deep sockets of her eyes, as if two people were weeping. He recalled the first time he and Caihua embraced naked within the bed curtains, a faint smile appearing on his lips… Only Shen Caihua's resentful eyes glanced at Han Sheng, and the wrinkled baby girl on his back stared at him with the same look.

Han Sheng sighed, bent down to pick up the Yin-Yang Ruler, and silently left the room.

Seeing this, the others knew they couldn't persuade her anymore, so they left the room one after another, sitting heavily in the living room, softly recounting Shen Caihua's tragic life story, sighing frequently.

Liu Jinmo gently placed Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl in the corner of the double bed next to Zhu Biao, hoping Zhu Biao could cheer up for the child.

In the early hours of the morning, people sat on the sofa in the living room, dozing off, while Zhu Biao remained motionless, still holding Caihua's remains.

Han Sheng sat silently on his bed in his room, filled with resentment. He blamed himself for his carelessness, for his unintentional mistake that had harmed Shen Caihua.

At this moment, the door opened and then closed softly, a faint floral fragrance wafting in.

Nika walked to Han Sheng's side and silently sat down beside him.

"It's my fault," Han Sheng murmured.

Nika couldn't bear to see Han Sheng so sad, and reached out her delicate hand to stroke and comfort him, but then hesitated, quietly withdrawing it in the end.

“It’s not your fault. The corpse shroud reacted to protect you. Otherwise, Shen Caihua might have hurt you,” Nika comforted him, her voice low and melancholic.

Han Sheng’s spirits plummeted. He thought of his father, Lan’er, and the mountain man; he thought of the quiet life in Nanshan Village; he thought of the chief with the riding cape; he thought of Benben… Alas, such is life, such is the way of the world.

Nika gazed at Han Sheng’s furrowed brows, her heart pounding like a rabbit’s. This was the man she had longed for, the god in her heart. She was willing to serve him with her whole life, even though he already had Lan’er. What did it matter? To be with Han Sheng, she was willing to serve both of them as well. “

Mountain gods, tree gods, and well gods of Miao territory, please grant me strength,” Nika prayed in her heart.

The door suddenly opened, and Liu Jinmo hurriedly said, "Shen Caihua is gone!"

Chapter 160

In the late hours of the morning, opposite Villa 911 on the mountaintop, a black Mercedes-Benz RV was parked silently in the shadow of a large mango tree. The windows were closed, and curtains were drawn inside.

Inside sat two men in dark Tang suits, yawning slightly. One of them, an older man with a goatee, said, "It's past midnight. That feng shui master and that old nun are probably snoring away in their love nest. We can leave."

A young man beside him chimed in, "Yes, there are two bottles of milk here. Let's finish them and leave." He opened one bottle and handed it to the older man, drinking the other himself.

"I need to relieve myself," the older man with the goatee said, pushing open the car door and walking to the corner to urinate.

"Damn it, now that you're urinating, I can't hold it anymore either," the young man said, jumping out of the car and running over to relieve himself as well.

Just behind them, across the street from villa number 911, two small heads peeked out from the vine-covered stone wall—it was Shen Caihua carrying a wrinkled baby girl.

Shen Caihua sniffed the air, his gaze shifting to the Mercedes. In the moonlight, he leaped up with the baby on his back, quickly reaching the car and slipping through the open door, hiding in the shadows of the back seat.

Shen Caihua reached out his small hand, grabbed the bottle of milk from the man with the goatee who had placed it beside the gearshift, and handed it to the baby. The baby held the bottle with her two wrinkled little hands and gulped down the milk.

Meanwhile, the two men, having finished urinating, returned and got into the car.

"Let's go," said the old man with the goatee.

The young man started the car and drove down the mountain road.

"Hey, where's my milk?" the old man asked.

"There are police ahead," the young man warned as he drove.

Since the two gruesome pet murders on Peak Road, police have increased patrols in the Central to Mid-Levels area, especially late at night.

A police car was parked at a corner, two patrol officers leaning against it smoking; their night shifts were both tiring and boring.

Seeing a car coming down the mountain, the officers stubbed out their cigarettes and waved a red-glowing sign twice.

The young man rolled his Mercedes up beside the officers, rolled down the window, and asked, "What's up, sir?"

"Royal Police, please show me your driver's license," one officer said.

The young man handed over his documents, which the officer checked while glancing inside the car.

"Thank you, be careful," the officer said, returning the documents and waving to indicate they could leave.

The young man smiled, rolled up the window, released the brakes, and slowly drove away.

"Why are they setting up roadblocks in the middle of the night?" the young man muttered to himself.

“Isn’t it all because of those African gorilla and wolfhound incidents?” said the old man with the goatee.

“Is it really aliens like the legends say?” the young man asked skeptically.

The old man smiled and said, “How could that be? Nonsense.”

“Then what do you think did it?” the young man asked.

With a “glug” sound, the wrinkled baby girl drank another big gulp of milk.

“Huh, what’s that sound?” The old man with the goatee turned around.

By the light of the streetlights flashing past the car window, he spotted two babies.

“Stop the car! There’s a two-headed monster baby in the car!” the old man exclaimed.

“Screech…” The Mercedes braked suddenly, the tires screeching.

The wrinkled baby girl lost her grip, the milk bottle flew out of her hand, and hit the old man on the bridge of his nose, spraying sticky milk all over his face, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

The young man pulled the handbrake and quickly turned around to see what was going on.

With a "spit," the wrinkled baby girl spat a mouthful of phlegm onto his forehead. In his haste, he only caught a glimpse of a bald, wrinkled little head bobbing around, and was instantly terrified. He shoved the car door open and tumbled out of the car.

At that moment, the old man with the goatee also scrambled out of the car and stood on the empty Central Avenue.

The young man scrambled to his feet, pulled out a pistol, and cautiously aimed it at the inside of the car. Wiping phlegm from his brow, he said in a trembling voice, "My God, what's that?"

The old man also moved behind the young man with the gun, wiping his face as he stammered, "I don't know, it looks like a two-headed vampire baby from Thailand."

There was no movement inside the car. The two men mustered their courage and approached the car. Peeking through the open door, they saw a chubby, naked baby boy crawling on a seat, trembling as he stared at them… Finally, they realized that these were two infants bound by bandages. One was a normal-looking boy, the other somewhat deformed, with wrinkled skin. The two naked infants didn't seem dangerous.

The young man touched the baby with the muzzle of his pistol; the baby recoiled, seemingly terrified.

"I say, Old Ji, you're always setting up your fortune-telling stall, can't you guess where these two little things came from?" the young man said, putting his pistol away.

"Hmm, they don't look like Thai blood babies, but why is someone bandaging them? I guess they're conjoined twins who escaped from the hospital, but strangely, when did they get on the car?" the elderly man with a goatee, known as Old Ji, said疑惑地.

This man was the fortune teller who set up his stall at the entrance of Kowloon Walled City.

That day, when Wu Daoming wrote the words "A Flower of Hong Kong," Old Ji was genuinely startled. He sensed something amiss and quickly packed up his stall to leave. His departure was a ruse; he knew these two uninvited guests would definitely follow him. So he walked slowly, intending to lure them to the Hakka village and capture them in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, he encountered Royal Hong Kong Police questioning passersby. Wu Daoming and the nun turned and left. He immediately summoned a henchman and ordered him to follow them. They eventually found their hideout—a villa at 911 Peak Road, Mid-Levels, Hong Kong Island, a residence for Hong Kong's top tycoons.

Old Ji dared not delay and immediately reported to the old woman, receiving instructions to begin monitoring the house.

That evening, after finishing work, two strange infants inexplicably appeared in the car, leaving him bewildered. Regardless, he decided to take the two infants back and offer them to the old woman. The old woman, known for her fondness for infant brains, considered a rare luxury in Hong Kong, had delivered them to his doorstep. He figured he might as well use this opportunity to express his loyalty.

Thinking this, Old Ji chuckled and said, "Take them both back to the Walled City."

The Kowloon Walled City was a maze-like slum comprised of hundreds of dilapidated buildings and bungalows of varying sizes. Its alleyways were crisscrossed, sewage overflowed, and mosquitoes and flies bred everywhere;

a stranger who strayed in could easily get lost. In the center of the Walled City was a high-walled courtyard, its iron gate always tightly shut, rarely seen to be in or out. Inside were more than ten main and side rooms, and several tall camphor trees with dense foliage that almost completely obscured the courtyard. Even from the rooftops of nearby multi-story buildings, one couldn't see inside.

This courtyard was the Kowloon Walled City Hakka shack.

Before dawn, a Mercedes-Benz pulled up at the gate. Old Ji jumped out and rang the doorbell.

A small hole appeared in the iron gate, through which a pair of wary eyes peeked out. Seeing Old Ji, they slammed the gate open, and the Mercedes slowly drove in.

Behind the wooden screen in the main room was a hidden door leading to a staircase that went directly to the basement. The basement contained not only a large hall and several bedrooms and side rooms, but also complete facilities such as a bathroom and kitchen, luxuriously decorated, well-ventilated, and comfortable year-round.

The hall was brightly lit, and against the wall in the center stood a rosewood armchair. Above it hung a watercolor painting of a vibrant red peony, which, though somewhat vulgar, seemed to add a touch of life to the underground setting.

An old woman sat cross-legged in the spacious armchair, her head wrapped in a red peony headscarf, her bound feet in embroidered shoes, and holding a large pipe. This was none other than the infamous "Hong Kong Flower," Old Yin Po.

"Let them in," Old Yin Po said.

"Yes, Sister Hua," a plainly dressed old woman replied, pressing the switch on the hidden door in the wall.

The door opened, and Old Ji walked in carrying two conjoined twins. The door behind him closed immediately.

"Sister Hua, I'm back. I caught two babies on the way to give to you, sir." Old Ji said, tossing Shen Caihua and the wrinkled baby girl to the ground.

"Oh, let me see. They're still so tender and soft-skinned. Why does that other one have all this old skin?" the old hag said, examining them closely, then waved her hand.

The old woman stepped forward, picked up the babies, and presented them to the old hag.

"Wow, treasures! One is pure yin, the other pure yang. How rare, how rare!" the old hag exclaimed in surprise.

The old woman asked the old hag, "Sister Hua, which one would you like for breakfast? I'll get it for you right away."

The old hag looked at them carefully and said, "Of course, the plump male one. But why are they tied together?"

Old Ji said obsequiously, "Sister Hua, I guess they're conjoined twins. Their parents shouldn't have thrown them out."

The old hag shook her head and said, "No, if they were conjoined twins, they couldn't be one yin and one yang. Besides, this one is so plump, while the other looks like a little old man. It's disgusting."

"Ptooey!" The wrinkled baby girl angrily opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of sticky phlegm at the old hag, but due to her limited strength, the phlegm drew an arc and landed on the old hag's embroidered shoes.

The old woman panicked and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, Sister Hua, this little thing is ungrateful. I'll go chop her up and stew her in a clay pot."

"Hahaha," the old hag laughed so hard she almost fell over, saying between laughs, "How come this little thing looks so much like Yang Gong?"

Seeing the old hag in a good mood, Old Ji seized the opportunity to say, "Sister Hua, I..."

The old hag waved her hand, "Ah Ji, you did a good job. What's the latest on that feng shui master Wu Daoming?" "

Yesterday morning, those people who came to his house haven't come out yet. Don't worry, Sister Hua, another group will pick them up as soon as it's light. I'll report to you immediately." Old Ji said with a smile.

"Alright, you can go now. I'll make a note of it for you." The old hag said.

"Thank you, Sister Hua." Old Ji stepped back to the wall, pressed the switch, and walked out of the secret passage.

"Come on, untie them. I want to see what's going on between them." The old hag ordered.

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