Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Huang Rong walked in front, and Lu Wushuang followed behind, the two of them entering the tomb one after the other.

Lu Wushuang kept her head down, her steps hesitant. She dared not look at the three people on the bed, her gaze fixed on the bluestone slab on the ground.

Yang Guo opened his eyes while lying on the cold jade bed.

Seeing Lu Wushuang's dejected appearance, he broke the silence: "Chief Huang is quite efficient. Is this girl alright, missing any limbs?" His tone was very relaxed.

Huang Rong walked to the stone table and sat down, pouring herself a glass of water: "I'm lucky to have run into a few Mongol spies, which I easily dealt with." After saying that, she picked up the glass of water and took a sip.

Lu Wushuang walked to the bedside.

Looking at Yang Guo's right hand wrapped in white cloth, her eyes reddened again. She then turned to look at Li Mochou sitting at the foot of the bed.

Li Mochou tilted her head to look at the stone wall, completely ignoring Lu Wushuang.

"Alright, everyone's here." Yang Guo moved his left hand. "Let's settle that messy score from back then. Beautiful Li, tell me, what exactly did you see that night?"

Li Mochou sneered, "Why should I tell you?"

Yang Guo grinned and said, "If you don't even dare to tell the truth, I'll announce to everyone every day that you, Li Mochou, are my maidservant and bring me water to wash my feet every night."

Li Mochou turned her head, glared fiercely at Yang Guo, and gritted her teeth, saying, "You dare!"

"Let's see if I dare." Yang Guo raised an eyebrow. "Hurry up and tell me, my hand still hurts. You have to let me know if this blood loss was worth it."

Li Mochou took a deep breath to calm herself down.

She knew Yang Guo's temperament; this guy always meant what he said.

"More than ten years ago, Lu Zhanyuan got married." Li Mochou's voice was cold and hard. "I received the news and rushed to Lu Family Village, originally intending to kill the entire family."

Lu Wushuang gripped the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her nails digging into her flesh.

"But by the time I arrived, the fire was already burning," Li Mochou continued.

"What time is it? Where did the fire start?" Yang Guo asked.

"Just after midnight, the fire started in the warehouse in the backyard. The wind was very strong that night, and the fire spread extremely quickly," Li Mochou recalled.

Huang Rong put down her water cup and analyzed, "The Lu Family Manor is located by Taihu Lake, where the humidity is high. A normal fire could not burn that fast; someone must have poured a large amount of kerosene."

Yang Guo nodded in agreement and pressed on, "Where are the people? You didn't see any living people, but you must have seen some dead ones, right?"

"There are plenty of dead people," Li Mochou sneered. "There are dozens of corpses lying haphazardly in the front yard. I was so angry that I went up and looked through a few of them."

"What kind of wound is it?" Yang Guo asked, getting to the crucial point.

"A single blow was fatal." Li Mochou's eyes turned cold. "His throat was pierced by a slender, sharp weapon, leaving no other wounds. Those servants and guards didn't even have a chance to draw their swords. The killer was a top-tier expert."

Huang Rong frowned: "A slender, sharp weapon... There aren't many experts in the Jiangnan region who use this kind of weapon. It could be the Emei Dagger, the Judge's Pen, or some kind of specially made slender sword."

Lu Wushuang suddenly raised her head, her voice trembling, "Where are my parents? Have you seen them?"

Li Mochou glanced at Lu Wushuang and replied irritably, "There were two charred corpses in the main hall, dressed in bright red wedding robes. I thought they were them at first, and even kicked them a couple of times, but then I realized something was wrong."

Yang came over, perking up: "Something's not right?"

"That man's hands were covered in calluses; he was a servant who did manual labor. Lu Zhanyuan, that heartless man, was pampered and his hands were smoother than a woman's. It's definitely not him!" Li Mochou said with absolute certainty.

Yang Guo astutely grasped the core information, staring at Li Mochou: "You mean, the bride and groom who died in the hall were stand-ins?"

Li Mochou nodded.

Lu Wushuang stood there stunned, while Huang Rong also fell into deep thought.

"Someone has used a substitute," Yang Guo pondered, stroking his chin. "The murderer not only killed people, but also deliberately faked the bodies of Lu Zhanyuan and his wife. What does that mean?"

Huang Rong chimed in, "This means the murderer doesn't want anyone to know Lu Zhanyuan's true whereabouts. They might not be dead; they were taken away by the murderer."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wushuang abruptly stood up, tears welling up in her eyes again: "My parents aren't dead?"

Yang Guo raised his left hand to calm her down, saying soothingly, "Don't get agitated, sit down first. This is just speculation." Then he turned to Li Mochou, "Didn't you look for her at the manor back then?"

"The fire is too big, I can't stay here," Li Mochou sneered.

Yang Guo went through all the information in his mind.

Jiangnan, Taihu Lake, Lujiazhuang, a slender and sharp weapon, a double, kidnapping, using kerosene to destroy evidence, and finally pinning the blame on Li Mochou.

This method is highly professional and is by no means an ordinary gangland feud.

"They're after something from the Lu Family Manor. What treasures did the Lu Family Manor have back then?" Yang Guo asked Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang shook her head: "I was too young at the time and didn't know anything. There weren't any particularly valuable items in my house."

Huang Rong offered a clue: "Lu Zhanyuan had many friends in the martial arts world back then. The Lu family manor does have an ancestral boxing manual, but it's not a peerless martial art. It doesn't make sense to wipe out the entire family for this."

Yang Guo curled his lip: "If it's not for martial arts, then it's for money or power. Chief Huang, didn't you hear a thing about the Beggars' Sect's branch in Taihu Lake back then?"

Huang Rong shook her head and sighed: "At that time, the Beggars' Clan was in the process of transition between the old and the new. There was a traitor in the Taihu branch, and the communication network was cut off for a long time. By the time we took over the Taihu branch again, the Lu Family Manor had become ruins."

Yang Guo made a decisive statement: "We have a clue. A slender, sharp weapon; bandits from Taihu Lake; or a powerful family from Jiangnan; plus the trick of substituting one thing for another. Once I'm out of seclusion, we'll go to Jiangnan and find these bastards!"

Lu Wushuang bit her lower lip and looked at Li Mochou.

After holding it in for a long time, she finally uttered three words in a very soft voice: "I'm sorry."

Li Mochou turned her head away unappreciatively: "No, I can't accept that. I went there to kill him back then, but someone beat me to it. It's not wrong for you to hate me."

Yang Guo quickly smoothed things over: "Alright, alright, we're family, no need for formalities. Wushuang, come here and massage my legs. My meridians were just reconnected, and they're really sore."

Lu Wushuang blushed and walked to the bedside, reaching out to massage Yang Guo's legs.

She was very gentle, afraid of hurting him.

Yang Guo closed his eyes in great enjoyment, and started rambling again: "A little higher...yes, right there on the thigh, put some pressure on it. Your skills have improved, I'll give you a reward tonight."

Lu Wushuang's face turned even redder, and she increased the pressure on Yang Guo's hands, making him wince.

Little Dragon Girl opened her eyes beside her and said in a cold tone, "It's time to practice your skills."

Yang Guo immediately dropped his playful grin and made Lu Wushuang step aside.

Huang Rong walked over and sat down again on the left side of the cold jade bed.

The four returned to their respective positions, preparing to continue their internal energy cultivation to heal their injuries.

Huang Rong placed her left hand on Yang Guo's Niwan Palace (a point on the back of the head), Xiaolongnu placed her right hand on his Jiang Palace (another point on the back of the head), and Li Mochou placed both hands on his Yongquan acupoint (a point on the sole of the foot). The three streams of true energy entered Yang Guo's body once again.

With a thought, Yang Guo controlled the red and black beads in his lower dantian.

The bead began to rotate slowly, absorbing a small portion of the three streams of true energy that had entered the body. After being refined, it expelled an extremely pure stream of internal energy.

This internal force traveled along the Ren and Du meridians, continuously expanding the Qi Sea in the Jiang Palace and Niwan Palace.

Yang Guo felt more comfortable than ever before. These red and black beads were practically a cheat code, purifying the three women's true energy to an extremely terrifying level.

Li Mochou felt it most deeply. The pure Yin energy she sent into Yang Guo's body circulated once and brought back a trace of warm heat.

This heat nourished her parched meridians, giving her previously depleted dantian a faint glimmer of life.

Li Mochou suddenly opened her eyes and stared intently at Yang Guo.

Yang Guo closed his eyes, a wicked smile playing on his lips: "Technician Li, can you feel my passion? Do a good job, and once this sect leader is healed, I guarantee you'll be back to your former self."

Li Mochou didn't speak, but the force in her hands became much steadyer.

Huang Rong's expression also became serious at this moment.

She could sense that the Nine Yin True Qi she had channeled into Yang Guo's body did not disappear like a clay ox sinking into the sea; instead, it underwent some mysterious transformation, becoming even more vast and pure.

This feeling subtly evokes the idea of ​​all streams flowing into the same source.