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The case of Liu Qingqing's disappearance finally came to light, and the small town returned to its usual tranquility. However, for Su Mu, a lingering sense of unease shrouded his heart.
Despite the seemingly flawless testimony of the current wife of the Liu Family Head, which perfectly explained why Liu Qingqing had mysteriously vanished and the circumstances surrounding the death of the Liu Family Head's ex-wife, certain subtle details continued to gnaw at him, leaving him unsettled.
Especially that enigmatic Jingming Villa, which seemed to conceal countless unknown secrets; and the mysterious figure in black he had seen before—these factors intertwined, leading Su Mu to believe that this matter was far from as simple as it appeared.
Just a few days later, on a particular morning, when Su Mu opened his mailbox as usual, he unexpectedly found an unsigned letter inside.
He carefully opened the envelope and saw that only a hasty line was scrawled on the paper: "If you wish to know the truth, go alone to the back mountain of Jingming Villa at midnight." Those few words struck Su Mu like a thunderclap in his mind.
He couldn't help but shiver, pondering deeply. Clearly, this letter could very well be a meticulously crafted trap, waiting for him to walk right into it.
On the other hand, if he could seize this opportunity to unveil the mysteries behind this series of events and fully understand their origins, it could also be a rare chance. What should he choose?
Su Mu fell into deep contemplation...
As midnight approached, Su Mu set out once again toward Jingming Villa. This time, instead of taking the usual mountain path, he chose to climb from the back mountain—the direction where he had last seen the figure in black. The back mountain was rugged and overgrown with thorns; Su Mu climbed cautiously as the night wind howled around him like wailing ghosts, adding an eerie atmosphere.
Upon reaching the designated spot, Su Mu looked around but saw no one—there wasn't even a shadow in sight. He frowned in confusion; they had clearly agreed to meet here, so why was there no one?
He began to scan his surroundings in search of any clues.
After surveying the area, Su Mu suddenly noticed a rather dilapidated Little Temple not far away. The temple stood alone, exuding an air of eeriness.
At that moment, its door was ajar, as if beckoning him closer.
Through the crack in the door, he could faintly see a flicker of candlelight inside—a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
Su Mu's heart stirred with curiosity: Could that person be inside this Little Temple?
With a mind full of questions and intrigue, he cautiously stepped forward and slowly approached the Little Temple.
With each step he took, his heart raced uncontrollably as if sensing that he was about to uncover an astonishing secret.
Finally arriving at the temple door, Su Mu took a deep breath and gently pushed it open.
With a creak, the temple door slowly opened, and a wave of musty, decayed air rushed out.
He focused his gaze and saw a figure dressed in black, wearing a conical hat, standing silently in front of a statue. The person remained motionless, like a sculpture.
“Who are you? What business do you have in summoning me here?” Su Mu suppressed the unease in his heart and spoke in a deep voice.
His words echoed in the silent temple, adding to the tense atmosphere.
Upon hearing Su Mu's question, the figure in black slowly turned around.
As she moved, the conical hat was gradually removed, revealing an aged yet familiar face.
When Su Mu recognized that face, he was taken aback, standing frozen as if struck by lightning.
For the person before him was none other than Mei Yi, the personal maid of Liu Family Head's deceased wife, who had passed away many years ago!
“Mei Yi? You... you are not dead?” Su Mu's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at this person who should not exist in the world anymore, momentarily at a loss for how to react.
A sorrowful smile appeared on Mei Yi's face, one that seemed to carry endless sadness and helplessness. “I once thought I could escape the turmoil of this world and hide away in the rivers and lakes, letting all past events drift away with the wind.
However, some matters weigh heavily on my heart like a massive stone, making it impossible for me to let go. Therefore, today I must inform you of them.”
It turned out that Mei Yi had not truly died.
Years ago, the wheel of fate turned mercilessly; she had accidentally witnessed the entire process of Liu Family Head's current wife poisoning his former wife.
In that moment, fear surged within her. To save her own life, she decisively chose to fake her death and successfully escaped that terrifying ordeal.
From then on, she lived under an assumed identity, leading a low-profile and cautious life for many years.
Now, Mei Yi had reached out to Su Mu because she held knowledge about more hidden crimes committed by Liu Family Head's current wife and the shocking secrets concealed behind Jingming Villa.
Leaning slightly forward and lowering her voice as if afraid of being overheard, Mei Yi began to speak slowly. “Jingming Villa appears to be just an ordinary estate; however, it is anything but that.
In truth, it is a secret stronghold! The Current Wife of the Liu Family Head is secretly colluding with the Zhuang Master of that villa. Together they are engaged in a series of illicit activities...” At this point, Mei Yi paused momentarily, seemingly wary of what she was about to reveal next.
Mei Yi's words hung in the air like leaves caught in the wind, abruptly ceasing before they could touch the ground.
In that instant, a sharp, piercing sound sliced through the silence outside the temple, reminiscent of a night owl's cry echoing through the night sky.
A cold light shot forth like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, a razor-sharp arrow had pierced Mei Yi's chest!
Her eyes widened in disbelief and terror.
Her body trembled slightly, as if trying to grasp at the last vestiges of life, but it was all in vain.
As the flame of life gradually extinguished, Mei Yi slowly collapsed to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Su Mu was stunned by the sudden turn of events. He instinctively rushed forward, attempting to support Mei Yi's faltering body.
However, when he touched her, a wave of cold spread rapidly from his fingertips throughout his entire being—Mei Yi had already lost all her vitality.
Su Mu lifted his head, his gaze piercing through the temple's doorway, fixated on the approaching figures outside.
He saw several individuals clad in black, wielding glinting blades. Their steps were steady and resolute, each stride radiating an endless aura of murderous intent as they slowly advanced toward the temple.
A heavy weight settled in Su Mu's heart; he knew that a life-and-death battle was now inevitable...
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