Yan ZK

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife.
The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them.
Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties.
The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine.
Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles.
The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era.
The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.
(Solo female lead)

Why do I have so many masters?

Yan Ling nodded slightly, his brows furrowed as he replied,


"Indeed, but this murder case is rather peculiar. No one knows who the victim is."


"Even identifying the murderer is difficult."


Wang Anfeng grew curious, but also understood why Yan Ling was there.


The Imperial Grandson had been in Fufeng for seven days now. Counting from that time, this murder case must have occurred at least ten days ago. In Great Qin customs, the deceased are respected, and even unclaimed bodies are only kept at the charity mortuary for a maximum of half a month.


After a half-month, even if the related case remains unresolved, they should be buried, allowing the deceased to rest in peace.


No wonder Yan Ling was so anxious and had set out early.


Chapter 97: Bizarre Murder Case (2/2)