The Supreme Beauty Fell in Love with Me

Song Xiaojia brought in tea, saw Lin Chuan, and was momentarily surprised. Then her face darkened, and she put down the teacup and left.

Lin Chuan saw Song Xiaojia and was about to crack a joke, but she turned and left without acknowledging him, which made him feel a bit awkward.

Zhang Wenhui knew about the relationship between them and secretly laughed in his heart at Song Xiaojia's reaction. This girl clearly wanted to see Lin Chuan, yet she was acting as if she was keeping him at a distance.

Lin Chuan looked at Zhang Wenhui and said, "Director Zhang, in your opinion, what kind of person could have killed those two police officers?"

Zhang Wenhui pondered for a moment and said, "That person is not human; it's a dead person."

"A dead person!!!" Lin Chuan frowned.

Zhang Wenhui said, "Indeed, as far as I know, there is a kind of sorcery that can use the dead to refine a blood puppet. I fear that the blood puppet killed the two officers."

"Blood puppet, what is that?" Lin Chuan asked.

Zhang Wenhui smiled faintly and said, "A blood puppet is not a thing; it's a tool for killing made from the dead, and only people from the Maoshan Tao understand this kind of sorcery."

As soon as Lin Chuan heard about Maoshan Tao, he frowned.

Zhang Wenhui's description was essentially the same as Tang Yumeng's, suggesting that the first priority to find the murderer is to locate the blood puppet.

After chatting with Zhang Wenhui for a while, Lin Chuan took his leave, and Song Xiaojia looked at him with a face full of displeasure.

Lin Chuan glanced at Song Xiaojia, gave her a subtle wink, and then walked out of the police station. She hesitated for a moment and followed him out.

Outside the police station, Song Xiaojia saw Lin Chuan waiting for her at the entrance and hesitated before approaching him.

Beside Lin Chuan, Song Xiaojia stood with her pretty face clouded, saying nothing.

Lin Chuan smiled and said, "Xiao Jia, are you mad at me?"

Song Xiaojia pursed her lips and said, "You're such a busy man; how could I dare be mad at you."

Lin Chuan was slightly surprised, leaned his face close to Song Xiaojia's, and said, "If you're not mad, then why does it look like you could hang an oil bottle from your lips?"

Song Xiaojia glared at Lin Chuan and said, "Bastard, your lips are the ones that look like they could hang an oil bottle."

Lin Chuan laughed heartily and said, "Xiao Jia, I'm going to the city bureau's mortuary. Interested in joining me?"

Song Xiaojia pouted and said, "Why go there?"

Lin Chuan said, "Haven't there been several cases of violent deaths recently? I want to take a look at the corpses."

The city police's mortuary is located outside the city center of Jiangbei City, next to a funeral home, consisting of a row of bungalows.

Before coming, Lin Chuan had notified Director Hu, so they entered the mortuary without much hassle.

The mortuary's caretaker was an old man appearing to be nearly sixty, in dirty clothes, with hair disheveled like a nest.

The inside of the mortuary had an unspeakable chill, giving a sensation of overwhelming yin energy.

The old man led them into the mortuary, walked to the innermost part of the house, pointed at a corpse wrapped in a white cloth, and said, "This is the one, and the other three bodies over there too. You can take your time looking."

Lin Chuan uncovered the white cloth, revealing a shriveled corpse. The face of the deceased was pale, devoid of any blood color, with eyes deeply sunken, and the cheekbones clearly visible.

The body was the same—its entire skeleton was clearly visible, resembling a sack covering a skeleton.

Song Xiaojia glanced at it just once, feeling waves of nausea rising in her heart, and promptly covered her mouth and ran out.

Lin Chuan carefully examined the corpse. It was a male, and judging by the skeletal structure, he must have been tall and burly when alive; but now, he weighed less than twenty kilograms.

Lin Chuan then checked the other corpses, and the situation was exactly the same.

All of these deceased had been drained of flesh and blood, turning into shriveled corpses.

This certainly wasn't done by a human; Lin Chuan's mind raced, wondering if it had anything to do with the blood puppet that killed the two officers.

Upon leaving the mortuary, Lin Chuan saw Song Xiaojia looking unwell and concernedly asked, "Xiao Jia, are you okay?"

Song Xiaojia said, "Lin Chuan, these people died so horribly. I, I..." As she spoke, she recalled the corpses she'd seen earlier and couldn't help but bend over and start vomiting.

Lin Chuan promptly patted Song Xiaojia's back and said, "Let's go."

The caretaker of the mortuary appeared behind them like a ghost, coughing twice.

The coughing sounded like a hoarse rooster crowing and startled them both, especially since it suddenly sounded behind them, causing a terrifying feeling. Song Xiaojia shuddered and nearly fell to the ground.

Lin Chuan, despite his courage and skill, felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing the coughs and quickly turned around.

The old man showed no expression on his face, yet a fleeting gleam appeared in his eyes, and he slowly said, "Young people, there's heavily yin energy here. You should leave quickly."

Lin Chuan kept his eyes on the old man; though the sparkle in those eyes flashed by quickly, it didn't escape his notice. Suddenly, he felt that this old man before him was by no means ordinary.

Lin Chuan moved, his left hand swiftly reaching out to grab the old man.

As Lin Chuan's left hand reached the old man's chest, the old man cried out and tilted sideways, tripping over his feet, falling to the ground, exclaiming, "Young man, why do you bully an old man like me?"

The old man's fall seemed chaotic but cleverly avoided Lin Chuan's strike.

Lin Chuan was startled; the old man was indeed no ordinary person. He swept his foot towards the old man who was on the ground.

The old man rolled on the ground, awkwardly dodging Lin Chuan's sweep.

Lin Chuan transformed his fists into palms, secretly invoking the Heavenly Heart Skill, his palms rushing towards the old man.

The palms carried powerful energy with a fierce sound of the wind.

The old man suddenly extended his thin palms, meeting Lin Chuan's head-on; the four palms collided with a resounding thud.

Lin Chuan did not use his full strength, only fifty percent of his force, yet he felt the energy between the old man's palms rebounding fiercely, almost knocking him backward.

Bright sparks shot from the old man's eyes; he flipped back up, looking at Lin Chuan in surprise, saying, "Boy, I didn't expect you to master the Heavenly Heart Skill! Good, take another two palms from me."

With that, he traced an arc in mid-air with his palms, attacking Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan was cautiously serious, using eighty percent of his force to meet the old man's attack.

Thud...

The four palms collided again, the scattered energy knocking Song Xiaojia down, surprising her into unconsciousness.

"Hahaha..." The old man quickly retreated, laughing as he said, "Young man, I didn't expect you could master the Heavenly Heart Skill to such a level at your age. The unification of the Quan Dao Sect seems hopeful."

Hearing the old man mention the Quan Dao Sect, Lin Chuan paused, staring at the old man, asking, "Who are you, and how do you know about the Quan Dao Sect?"

The old man's eyes shone brightly as he looked at Lin Chuan, saying, "I am Feng Lingshan of the Tai Chi Sect."

Tai Chi Sect, Lin Chuan paused once again.

No wonder this old man knew of the Quan Dao Sect; it turns out he was from the Tai Chi Sect.

But why would someone with such profound skills choose to guard a gloomy morgue, Lin Chuan wondered as he looked at Feng Lingshan.

Feng Lingshan seemed to read Lin Chuan's mind, saying, "Young man, I have concealed my identity for twenty years out of necessity. Today, you've uncovered it, which must be fate. I hope you can keep this secret for me."

Lin Chuan nodded; he did not question Feng Lingshan's reasons for hiding his identity. Since the man had his reasons, why ask?

Song Xiaojia had been knocked unconscious; Lin Chuan hurriedly went to carry her, as Feng Lingshan said, "Young man, rest assured, this girl only fainted and will awaken soon."

Lin Chuan felt her breath, calm and even; she truly had fainted, easing his worry.

"Young man, what's your name?" Feng Lingshan asked.

Lin Chuan courteously replied, "My name is Lin Chuan."

Feng Lingshan made an acknowledging sound, saying, "You're here to investigate how these victims were killed, aren't you?"

Lin Chuan nodded, saying, "Yes, do you know?"

Feng Lingshan sighed, saying, "Yes, I do know how they died. Lin Chuan, do you know about Maoshan Tao?"

Lin Chuan nodded, saying, "I've heard of it."

Feng Lingshan continued, "Within the Maoshan Tao magic, there is a technique to create puppets from the dead. Once crafted, these puppets can become formidable. However, nurturing these puppets requires human flesh and blood, so these people died by having theirs drained by the puppets."

"Are these puppets what you called blood puppets?" Lin Chuan asked.

Feng Lingshan replied, "These are not blood puppets; creating blood puppets is more difficult, and their power is much greater than these. These puppets are just a lower-grade variety."

"Then how can we find them?" Lin Chuan asked.

Feng Lingshan pondered for a moment, saying, "People of the Maoshan Tao act very secretly; finding them is no easy task. However, these puppets must be fed once every month. I will teach you a tracking technique; once the puppets appear, you can find them."

"Thank you, sir." Lin Chuan said gratefully.

Feng Lingshan said, "Lin Chuan, I will teach you this tracking technique, but there's a condition."

Lin Chuan looked at Feng Lingshan, waiting for him to state the condition.

Feng Lingshan continued, "Three days later, at noon, I want you to bring this girl to me."

Lin Chuan paused, then said, "Alright, I promise you."