Too many female prisoners, a special forces soldier transmigrates and marries wildly.

Shopkeeper Gu's lips trembled, and suddenly a madness flashed in his eyes as he bit his own collar!

Lin Feng reacted quickly, grabbing his chin, but it was too late.

Black blood trickled from the corner of Manager Gu's mouth, his eyes quickly glazed over, his head lolled to the side, and he died. He too had hidden poison in his collar.

"Another assassin." Lin Feng released his grip, his brows furrowed.

This Manager Gu is also a suicide squad member! Jin Yun Xuan is indeed extraordinary.

Shen Qingyi quickly stepped forward, rummaged through Manager Gu's clothes, and pulled out a small copper key from his pocket.

Lin Feng picked up the bronze key. "This key might be for opening some kind of secret cabinet."

The two quickly searched the private room.

He carefully inspected the bookshelves, desks, and walls. Finally, Lin Feng noticed something unusual about a floor tile in the corner—the grout lines around the edge of the tile were cleaner than those around it.

He pried it open with force, and the floor tile lifted up, revealing a hidden compartment underneath. Inside was a small iron box, locked with a brass lock.

Lin Feng tried the copper key, and with a "click," the lock opened.

Upon opening the iron box, one finds a thick stack of account books and several letters sealed with sealing wax.

"Young Master, someone is coming!" Shen Qingyi suddenly whispered.

Noisy footsteps and shouts came from downstairs, as if a lot of people were rushing into Jinyunxuan.

"Go through the back window." Lin Feng stuffed the account book and letter into his pocket, put the iron box back into the hidden compartment, and covered the floor tiles.

The two pushed open the back window, and outside was a quiet alley.

Lin Feng jumped down first and caught Shen Qingyi who jumped down next.

As soon as they landed, the door to the private room upstairs was kicked open, and someone exclaimed, "The manager is dead!"

"Chase them! They can't have gone far!"

Lin Feng pulled Shen Qingyi along, running quickly through the alley.

The two drove around in circles to make sure no one was following them before returning to the Shen family's villa.

The two returned to the study, where Lin Feng took out the account book and letter from his pocket.

Shen Qingyi poured the tea, her hands still trembling slightly.

"It seems we've alerted them," she said with a wry smile.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later." Lin Feng opened the account book and examined it carefully.

The most recent shipment was sent from Suzhou half a month ago, with the destination listed as "Jinling, Ciyun Temple".

"Ciyun Nunnery..." Lin Feng pointed to those three characters. It was Ciyun Nunnery again.

"I know about Ciyun Nunnery," Shen Qingyi said.

"Located in the west of the city, it's not a popular place of worship, and it's usually very quiet. The abbess of the nunnery is an elderly nun who rarely leaves her home. I never expected..."

"Tonight, let's go to Ciyun Nunnery." Lin Feng closed the ledger.

Looking into his determined eyes, Shen Qingyi took a deep breath and nodded: "I'll go with you."

"Miss Shen, this trip is dangerous..."

"Young master, there's no need for further words."

Shen Qingyi interrupted him, a stubborn smile playing on her lips.

"Although Qingyi doesn't know martial arts, she has a good memory and is familiar with Jinling. Taking me along might be useful."

Lin Feng looked into her clear eyes, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay. We'll set off after nightfall."

It was midnight. Nanjing was shrouded in the deep darkness of night.

The back door of the Shen family's villa opened silently.

Two figures flashed out and disappeared into the shadows of the alley.

"This way," she said in a low voice, pointing to the west.

Ciyun Temple is located in the west of the city, backed by Qingliang Mountain, and quite far from the main street.

About two incense sticks later, the two arrived in front of a dark building.

Lin Feng took two steps back, ran, pushed off the wall, grabbed the top of the wall, and flipped over like a cat, crouching in the shadows above the wall to observe inside.

It was pitch black, with only a few low-lying side rooms vaguely visible. The entire nunnery was deathly silent, not even the chirping of insects could be heard.

Shen Qingyi didn't know any light-footed skills, so Lin Feng lowered a rope from the wall and pulled her up.

After sliding down the wall, the two bent over and groped their way forward.

"There's a bloody smell," Lin Feng suddenly whispered, his nose twitching slightly.

It was very faint, but it couldn't escape his seasoned, battle-hardened sense of smell.

Shen Qingyi's face paled, and she gripped the short sword hidden in her sleeve tightly—it was given to her by Lin Feng for self-defense before she left.

"Stay close to me." Lin Feng drew his long sword, the blade gleaming with a cold, eerie blue light under the moonlight.

Shen Qingyi followed closely behind, her palms sweaty.

He gestured for Shen Qingyi to stay put and keep watch, while he quietly crept forward.

The door to the side room was closed, but unlocked. He gently pushed it open a crack—

Moonlight filtered through the crack in the door, illuminating the scene inside. Even Lin Feng, who was used to life and death, couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart.

There were five or six corpses lying haphazardly in the room, all dressed as nuns, but each one was disheveled, with distorted faces, and died in a very gruesome manner.

The smell of blood and the stench of corpses mingled together, making one want to vomit.

Even more bizarrely, there were some charred remains piled up in the corner of the room—things like scriptures and account books, but they were burned beyond recognition.

To silence witnesses. To burn evidence.

Lin Feng instantly understood. Someone had gotten there first, killed all the nuns at Ciyun Nunnery, and burned any possible clues.

They act ruthlessly and cleanly.

"Young Master Lin..." Shen Qingyi followed and saw the terrible scene inside the room through the crack in the door. She covered her mouth and tried to hold back her cries, but her body trembled uncontrollably.

Lin Feng closed the door behind him, pulled her aside, and whispered, "We're late."

Shen Qingyi's face turned deathly pale. After catching her breath, she managed to steady her voice: "Was it...was it those people who did it?"

"It's pretty close." Lin Feng's sharp eyes swept around.

"But not everything may have been burned completely. Look around and see if anything was missed."

The temple was small, and the search was completed quickly.

The meditation room and storeroom were ransacked, and all valuables and documents were gone.

Just when the two thought they had found nothing, Shen Qingyi suddenly discovered an inconspicuous hidden compartment in the corner of a very secluded woodshed. Inside the compartment was a flat iron box, unlocked.

"Young Master Lin, look at this." Shen Qingyi came over holding a tin box.

Lin Feng opened the tin box. Inside were several yellowed letters and a few thin booklets.

The lining of the box lid was slightly bulging. Lin Feng tore open the lining and found a folded piece of thin silk hidden inside.

Unfolding, it reveals a simple map with several locations marked and connected by thin lines. In the center of the map is a small house, next to which are written two characters: "Hidden Dragon."

No. 7 Qianlong Lane.

"As expected..." Lin Feng's gaze sharpened.

Ciyun Temple, Jinyun Pavilion, and Qianlong Lane are now connected.

Just then, a very faint "crack" came from outside the temple, the sound of a dry branch being broken by foot.

Lin Feng's expression changed. He instantly blew out the tinder in his hand, pulled Shen Qingyi into the shadows of the woodshed, and whispered, "Someone's coming."

The footsteps were very light, but there was more than one person climbing over the wall of the temple, landing silently.

Judging from the noise, there are at least seven or eight people, all of them experts.

"Search carefully! The master has ordered that we find the person alive or dead!" a hoarse voice hissed.

It's their pursuers! They actually tracked them all the way here!

Lin Feng gripped the knife hilt, gestured to Shen Qingyi to "don't move," and quietly moved to the woodshed door, peering out through the crack.

Under the moonlight, eight men in black spread out like ghosts, working in pairs to search each house. Their movements were swift and their teamwork impeccable. The leader was an elderly man with only one arm, his body hunched over, but his eyes were sharp as lightning. He stood in the courtyard, vigilantly scanning his surroundings.

"Boss, we've searched the main hall, no one's there."

"There's none in the west wing either."

"The East Meditation Room is empty."

The men in black who were searching for the victims have been reporting back one after another.

The one-armed old man frowned, his gaze suddenly falling towards the woodshed: "What's over there?"

"Haven't searched yet."

"search!"

Two men in black, carrying knives, walked toward the woodshed.

Lin Feng held his breath and lay prone behind the door. The moment the two pushed the door open and entered, he moved!