Evidence
Shen Wuxiao returned to the villa.
But the matters he had arranged were already underway.
Gao Shan brought Old Beggar's corpse and traced his way to the bamboo grove where Ren Xiang was staying.
After parking the car on the outskirts, he carried Old Beggar inside.
But he did not simply toss him aside and leave.
Instead, he laid Old Beggar flat on the ground, took out the prepared list, and Clutched Tightly it in his palm.
Only after the slip of paper had been crumpled beyond recognition did he stuff it into Old Beggar's hand.
Then he placed both hands on his chest and began performing chest compressions.
As he pressed, he shouted, "Help! Someone, come quickly! Help!"
That anxious appearance truly made him seem as though he were saving a living life.
The noise was not quiet, and Ren Xiang in the small shack within the bamboo grove heard it as well.
He had been sitting cross-legged in cultivation, sensing the rich energy within his body.
Then the sudden cry for help reached his ears.
Hardly anyone ever came to this area.
Now that he had heard someone calling for help, he naturally could not stand by with folded arms.
After rising to his feet, he immediately ran toward the source of the voice.
He was very fast.
When he reached the edge of the bamboo grove, he saw a man over there pressing on an old man's chest.
This was first aid.
As he rushed over, his eyes widened.
The old man on the ground looked so familiar.
His hair was a tangled mess, clumped together.
His clothes were ragged and tattered.
Wasn't this his master, Old Beggar?
"Fuck!" Ren Xiang froze for a moment before immediately charging forward.
When he got close enough to recognize