Watching "Red Thorn’s" members, all over six feet tall, carry Aunt Zhang’s body onto the car, and then efficiently clean the An Family Villa from top to bottom, finally repairing the front door as well. An Zhihang and An Zhiyan stood petrified in place, tears streaming uncontrollably down their faces. How exactly did Lao San manage his subordinates? They had to learn!
At the "Red Thorn" Base, An Yiqing hadn’t visited in almost a month. When everyone heard that she was coming today, they all enthusiastically rushed over to greet her.
Especially Ye Feng and Ye Hong, the two dropped what they were doing and dashed over as soon as they heard An Yiqing had arrived.
"Xiao Qing!" Ye Feng, fully recovered, excitedly gazed at An Yiqing, his face turning red as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head.
Seeing Ye Feng’s embarrassed expression, the girl couldn’t help but smile warmly, nodding gently as she said, "Ye Feng, long time no see. How’s your leg healing up?"
"Good! Of course good!" Ye Feng nodded vigorously, his eyes sparkling with vitality, "Now I can fully join everyone in the training plan. It’s as if my legs were never injured. Xiao Qing, thank you! If it weren’t for you, I’d still be in a wheelchair."
An Yiqing smiled and shook her head, saying, "It’s all because of your perseverance."
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the girl excused herself to the morgue.
Aunt Zhang’s body had been brought here by Tan Yulin and others, and just like the previous visits, the atmosphere in the morgue was eerie and chilling, the bright lights stinging the eyes. Gu Yelin, worried about the girl being there alone, insisted on following her against all advice.
An Yiqing shook her head, resignedly, a sweet feeling in her heart. She bent her head down and began examining Aunt Zhang’s body.
Aunt Zhang, named Zhang Guizhi, was from a small village in Xuandu City. Twenty years ago, Old Master An and Old Lady An were visiting the countryside and by chance encountered Zhang Guizhi begging on the streets. She was surrounded by a group of men who were harassing her, her clothes torn and tattered. Fortunately, Elder An and his group walked through that alley just in time to save her. Afterwards, Zhang Guizhi stayed with the An Family to express her gratitude, and that stay lasted twenty years.
An Yiqing had investigated her background thoroughly before, from her birth to everything at present, there was nothing out of place. But this was the most bizarre aspect—how could Zhang Guizhi, a rural woman, have come into contact with such rare poisons and ancient martial arts?
"Ah Lin," An Yiqing lifted her head and asked Gu Yelin, who was standing beside her, "Under what circumstances would you fail to detect someone’s practice of ancient martial arts?"
Gu Yelin thought for a moment and succinctly replied, "Three situations. First, he’s stronger than me. Second, he has a treasure. Third, he doesn’t practice ancient martial arts."
The man’s summary matched An Yiqing’s thoughts exactly. But judging by Zhang Guizhi’s capabilities, it was impossible for her to be stronger than Gu Yelin, nor did she have any treasures that could obstruct her aura. What was going on?
An Yiqing lowered her gaze; her brain worked at high speed as her hands never stopped examining the body. In front of Gu Yelin, she took out many bottles and jars from the Ancient Space and kept mixing them together.
Watching the girl suddenly produce so many items out of thin air, the man’s dark eyes showed a moment of surprise before returning to calm. He looked at An Yiqing, who was focused on the autopsy, with a warm smile playing on his lips.
Just then, An Yiqing suddenly frowned, looked carefully behind Zhang Guizhi’s ear, and then began to fiddle with some medicinal powders and pills.