Hurt my loved ones? I'm not guarding this country's borders anymore!

"What did you say!" Shen Jinglong's large hand gripped Zhuque's wrist.

The immense force caused a flash of pain in her eyes.

"Commander Long, we don't know the specifics yet. My men have only found out that your sister has been sent to the mortuary."

Suzaku quickly revealed everything he knew.

Shen Jinglong's hands were trembling.

My sister was sent to the mortuary... Doesn't that mean she's dead?

younger sister……

A few drops of bloody tears streamed from Shen Jinglong's tiger-like eyes.

"Commander Long..." Zhuque felt extremely heartbroken and reached out to wipe away the tears from Shen Jinglong's eyes.

At this time, the mortuary.

"Steward Wu, you can trust me with this man!"

The caretaker of the mortuary was an old man with a crooked mouth, who was currently bowing and scraping before a man with a scar on his face inside the mortuary.

Steward Wu patted the old man's crooked face: "This time is different. Don't bury her before she's even breathed her last. We have to wait until she's completely dead before we bury her."

The old man with the crooked mouth immediately smiled ingratiatingly, "I know, I know."

"Alright, take him to the mass grave and wait. I'm leaving. Staying here any longer is bad luck!"

Manager Wu pinched his nose and left.

"Take care, Steward Wu! Please come again next time!"

The crooked-mouthed old man quickly saw Steward Wu out.

Just as they arrived at the entrance of the mortuary, a tall, magnificent horse stopped in front of them.

Seeing the magnificent horse so close at hand, Steward Wu was so frightened he almost peed himself.

His face turned deathly pale as he stared at the man and woman who were about to alight, and he cursed, "Are you blind? Trying to run me over?!"

Shen Jinglong gave Steward Wu a cold look.

Manager Wu immediately felt a chill envelop him, shrank back, and shut his mouth.

Good heavens! What kind of look is that?

Steward Wu was terrified. He could clearly sense that if he dared to say another word, he would die!

Shen Jinglong didn't look at Steward Wu again. He looked at the crooked-mouthed old man and asked coldly, "Where is the woman who was sent over today?"

The crooked-mouthed old man was taken aback, then said, "With so many people delivered every day, how would I know who you're talking about?"

"Shen Yishi." Shen Jinglong's fist clenched, trembling slightly.

Shen Yishi?

The old man with the crooked mouth glanced at Steward Wu subconsciously.

Manager Wu realized something was wrong and turned to run.

But before he could make a move, Suzaku had already shattered his kneecap with a single kick.

"Ah!!!" Steward Wu screamed in agony, clutching his knees.

Shen Jinglong grabbed Steward Wu and lifted him up: "Tell me, where is my sister?"

The surging killing intent almost froze Steward Wu.

"I...I...she...she...is in a mass grave..."

Steward Wu pointed tremblingly to the back of the mortuary.

click!

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Jinglong violently snapped his neck.

A mass grave?

dead!

They must all die!

An endless killing intent rose from Shen Jinglong's body.

The old man with the crooked mouth was already terrified.

What did he see?!

Manager Wu is dead?

Just like that, someone snapped his neck right in front of him?

The old man with the crooked mouth plopped down on the ground.

Filled with murderous intent, Shen Jinglong resembled a grim reaper as he walked step by step toward the crooked-mouthed old man.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"It's none of my business!"

"He's the one who brought them here; I'm just doing my job for money!"

A warm, pale yellow current surged from beneath the crooked-mouthed old man, causing him to stagger backward.

Shen Jinglong remained silent and extended the right hand of Death.

The old man with the crooked mouth was so frightened he almost lost his soul.

As he lay dying, he suddenly shouted, "She's not dead! She's not dead! She's still alive!"

Shen Jinglong's hand stopped in front of the old man's crooked-mouthed forehead.

A glimmer of light appeared in his bloodshot eyes.

The old man with the crooked mouth grasped at a straw and hurriedly knelt on the ground, pleading, "Shen Yishi isn't dead yet! When Steward Wu brought her here, she was covered in injuries, but she really hasn't breathed her last!"

"Really! You have to believe me! Let me go... let me go..."

The old man with the crooked mouth kept kowtowing.

"Not dead...not dead..." Shen Jinglong kept muttering to himself.

"Where is the mass grave?" Zhuque asked hurriedly when she saw Long Shuai lose his temper.

"I'll take you there right now." The crooked-mouthed old man scrambled and crawled with all his might toward the mass grave behind the mortuary.

"Don't bury him! Don't bury him!" he cried in his heart, fearing that when he brought this Grim Reaper to the mass grave, he would see a fresh mound of earth.

When they arrived at the mass grave behind the mortuary, they saw a mortuary worker dragging a woman and about to throw her into a dug pit.

"Stop! Stop!" The old man with the crooked mouth was terrified.

Shen Jinglong's eyes were bloodshot with rage. A gust of wind swept by, and he had already arrived at the pit.

With a single palm strike, Shen Jinglong sent the man flying and then reached out to embrace Shen Yishi.

"Little sister! Brother's back! I'm sorry I'm late!"

Shen Jinglong was already in tears.

Shen Yishi's body was ice cold, but fortunately Shen Jinglong detected a faint trace of life.

Without a second thought, Shen Jinglong reached out and touched the gold needles, each several inches long, and they appeared in his hand.

The golden needles in his hand landed on Shen Yishi's body, sealing her meridians.

If any physician were to witness Shen Jinglong's acupuncture technique at this moment, they would surely exclaim: "The Thirteen Needles of the Mysterious School!"

Shen Jinglong survived each serious injury on the battlefield not only because of his physical strength, but also because of his amazing medical skills!

Shen Jinglong's inner energy surged and frantically flowed into Shen Yishi's body, nourishing the faint life force within her.

Finally, Shen Yishi's breathing rate quickened, and her heartbeat became stronger.

"Commander Long, it's alright now." Zhuque looked at Shen Jinglong, whose face was pale from exhaustion, with heartache.

Shen Jinglong ignored him and continued to channel his inner energy into Shen Yishi.

He only stopped when his internal energy was completely depleted.

"Suzaku, make sure my sister is settled."

Shen Jinglong's steps were unsteady, and he almost fell after handing Shen Yishi to Zhuque.

"Commander Long!" Zhuque held Shen Yishi in one arm and quickly supported Shen Jinglong with the other.

Shen Jinglong waved his hand and walked to the old man with the crooked mouth who was hiding in the corner, trembling.

The old man with the crooked mouth visibly trembled.

"Whose man is that Steward Wu?"

The crooked-mouthed old man quickly replied, "The Wu family! Steward Wu has always been working for the Wu family!"

The Wu family?

A fierce glint flashed in Shen Jinglong's eyes.

The five major families of Cangcheng: Zhou, Wu, Zheng, Wang, and Long.

The Long family held absolute power, while the Zhou, Wu, Zheng, and Wang families formed a tripartite balance of power.

However, seven years ago, only four major families remained in Cangcheng, and the Long family was no more!

The blood feud from seven years ago resurfaced, and Shen Jinglong roared in a low voice, "The four great families, let's start by taking some interest from your Wu family!"