There was not a sound in the morgue, and the smell of formalin filled every inch of s.p.a.ce. Time seemed to stand still, no longer flowing.

Huai Kebing lay on a bier, covered in a white shroud, from head to foot. He couldn't carry the wealth, the status, the vanity, the women, the house or the car that he had. At this point, he no longer owned anything.

What would a king who had everything in life take with him when he died?

In the end, all he got was a pit and a pile of dirt.

At that moment, the door of the morgue opened and a man and a woman came in through the door.

The woman wore a white Chinese Tang costume and held a bunch of white chrysanthemums. She was in her early fifties, but her figure and skin were so well maintained that she looked like a woman in her thirties, still retaining a graceful bearing. Her face remained expressionless, her eyes hollow.

This woman was Huai Kebing's mother, Tang Huaiyu.

The most painful thing for a woman was losing her child. She was now in this agony that tore at her. However, unlike other bereaved women, she did not weep or stagger sadly. She just stood at the bier, looking quietly at her son, who was covered by the shroud, without making a sound, quiet as a wax figure.

Tang Jiu, who accompanied Tang Huaiyu to come over, stood in silence for several minutes. Finally he could not stand the weird atmosphere, and warily asked, "Senior Sister, do you want me to lift it and let you have a look at Young Master?"

Tang Huaiyu was silent.

"Senior Sister?"

Tang Huaiyu just made a sound. "Hmm."

Tang Jiu continued, "I'll lift the cloth and you see Young Master one last time, okay?"

Tang Huaiyu nodded.

Tang Jiu carefully removed a quarter of the shroud.

Huai Kebing's face and neck exposed, which were black and puffy, completely deformed, like a mushroom. His eyes were open in anger, which showed that he died a bitter man.

Tang Jiu said, "I recognized the flying needles and poison darts. They are all our Tang Sect's poison hidden weapons. But I didn't tell the police about it. If the police know that the hidden weapons come from our Tang Sect, we'll be in trouble." After a pause, he added, "I consulted the family head about this, and he agreed not to tell the police that the hidden weapons were ours or what the poison was in Young Master."

Tang Huaiyu looked at her big-headed son on the bier and said, "Our Tang Sect's two poison needles can kill a man, and so can one dart. Why did the murderer stab my son with so many needles and darts? Tell me, how much he hates my son."

Tang Jiu couldn't answer that. He felt guilty and didn't dare to look into Tang Huaiyu's empty eyes.

Tang Huaiyu asked, "Haven't you heard anything yet about grandmaster?"

Tang Jiu shook his head and replied, "No, not so far."

"Is the sky falling? Then fall down," Tang Huaiyu said to herself. Then she went over to the bier and put the bouquet of white chrysanthemums on Huai Kebing's chest, then leaned over and kissed his forehead.

Huai Kebing wouldn't feel anything. He kept his eyes open in anger, dying dissatisfied.

Tang Huaiyu put her hand over Huai Kebing's eyes and whispered, "Son, I know you died with everlasting regret. You're alone it the netherworld... You can rest a.s.sured that I will avenge you. Just close your eyes."

She brushed her hand softly across Huai Kebing's eyelids.

Huai Kebing's angry eyes closed.

Tang Huaiyu put the shroud back in place, which covered Huai Kebing's face.

Seconds later, Tang Huaiyu took out a mobile phone and dialed a number. She choked up as the call came through. "How long are you going to avoid it? Our Tang family's sky is falling..."

After the charity party, Ning Tao sent Zhao Wushuang and Fan Huaying to the hotel.

In this charity auction, Ning Tao sold 18 bottles of delicate perfumed cream for 100,000 yuan each, a total of 1.8 million yuan, but that was not the full income of the charity party. Several wealthy businessmen and celebrities made generous donations after Ning Tao cured them.

After Ning Tao's acupuncture treatment, the wealthy businessman with an old prostate problem peed straightly in the bathroom, which he had not been able to do for more than 30 years, and he was so excited that he donated one million yuan. That rich businessman, who had a blood clot on his leg, donated 500,000, because all pain in his sick leg disappeared and his legs stopped limping after Ning Tao practiced acupuncture treatment for him. Also those stars, who proved Ning Tao's amazing medical skill, donated generously, with a total donation of 2.3 million yuan. Add in the 1.8 million yuan from selling delicate perfumed cream, the total income for the charity party was 4.1 million yuan. It was a complete success.

Ning Tao took Zhao Wushuang to the door of her room and said to her and Fan Huaying, "Wushuang, Huaying, it's getting late. Have an early night, and it's time for me to go back."

Fan Huaying laughed and joked, "You're burning your bridges. Wushuang and I have been working all night on your charity party, and you're leaving without a drink?"

Ning Tao said awkwardly, "I was worried you were tired."

Zhao Wushuang laughed. "I have to fly to the set early tomorrow morning. We rarely meet, so just have a drink and a chat with me before you go."

Ning Tao agreed, "Well, I'll stay and have a drink and a chat with you."

Fan Huaying offered, "I'll get the wine. You go in first."

Ning Tao said, "Okay, we'll be waiting for you."

Zhao Wushuang opened the door with the room card, and behind the door was a grand presidential suite with a bubble bath near the large balcony, so guests could enjoy the bubble bath while enjoying the view of Shan City. Only big stars like Zhao Wushuang could afford such rooms. If it were Ning Tao who stayed in a hotel, he would choose the cheapest standard room.

"Brother Ning, you sit down first. I'm going to change," Zhao Wushuang said. She was still wearing the charity party dress, which was too flashy and formal for friends to drink.

Ning Tao replied, "Go ahead. It's a nice place. I'll look out on the balcony."

Zhao Wushuang went into the bedroom to change, and Ning Tao went out on the balcony.

The night sky was clean as if washed, countless stars twinkling in the dark blue sky, like sand on the beach.

Looking up at the vast sky, Ning Tao thought about the fact that the Sky Clinic was about to move on the next rent day. "There's a mountain of bones in the crack on that island, and Tang Tianren deserves to be the villain of the piece. As soon as he died, the ledger of bamboo slips reminded me that the clinic was about to move. Does it follow a trajectory in the coordinates of some great evil?" Ning Tao wondered.

This led him to places like Syria, Somalia and Afghanistan. Suddenly his heart sank.

Ding dong, ding dong.

"Brother Ning, please open the door for me. I haven't finished changing." Zhao Wushuang' voice came from the bedroom.

"Okay, I'll go open the door. Maybe Huaying bring the wine and come back," Ning Tao said, walking toward the door.

However, when he opened the door, there was not Fan Huaying, but a hotel waiter. He brought two bottles of wine. A bottle of Lafite, not a vintage '86 or '76, was worth thousands yuan. The other bottle was scotch, which didn't look cheap either.

The waiter took the two bottles of wine to the room, opened the red wine and poured it into the decanter. "Enjoy yourself, Sir," he said politely before turning to leave.

Ning Tao stopped him and inquired, "Excuse me, do you know where the man who ordered the wine?"

The hotel waiter replied, "Sorry, I don't know. Is there anything else you need, Sir?"

Ning Tao shook his head, wondering, "Didn't Fan Huaying say go get the wine? Here comes the wine. Why isn't he here? What the h.e.l.l is he doing?"

The hotel waiter walked out of the room, closing the door behind him as he left.

There was a sound of footsteps sounding from behind, and Ning Tao turned around and immediately froze, not knowing where his eyes could fall.

Zhao Wushuang changed into a milky white nightdress that was loose and soft. The light in the room shone on her body, and the milky white nightdress was like a mist over two peaks, which would be scattered by the sun at any moment, revealing mysterious and magnificent scenery.

Although she wore underwear inside her nightdress to cover the key parts, for Ning Tao, who had never had intimate contact with a woman, this stimulation could not be ignored.

Zhao Wushuang grinned and asked, "Is this all right for me?"

Ning Tao didn't think it was all right, but he couldn't say that. If he asked her to change it, he would appear too melodramatic. Fortunately, he soon found an excuse and said, "Er, I'll go and see Huaying. The wine he ordered has come, but he hasn't come yet."

They had arranged for the three of them to drink together, and now it was just the two of them, which was a bit inappropriate.

"He's a busy guy," Zhao Wushuang said. "Maybe he got another call from someone big and was asked to organize a group. Never mind him. Let's drink first."

She went over to the kitchen table, picked up the decanter and poured two gla.s.ses of red wine, then returned to Ning Tao and offered him one. "Brother Ning, I never formally thanked you. I'd like to propose a toast."

They clinked gla.s.ses, and Zhao Wushuang raised her neck and drained her gla.s.s.

Ning Tao calmed down and stopped thinking about Fan Huaying's absence. He also drained his gla.s.s.

Red wine was not strong, but it worked quickly. In the blink of an eye, a blush appeared on Zhao Wushuang's cheeks. The blush made her fair skin look delicate.

It was not the wine that intoxicated but the drinker who got himself drunk. Ning Tao was attracted by her beauty and restlessly had an urge to do something.

They sat on the sofa, drinking and chatting. Before long, a bottle of red wine had been emptied and a third of the scotch had been consumed. Ning Tao, of course, had no problem at all. His special spiritual power gave him the ability to keep himself sober, but Zhao Wushuang was drunk. Her delicate face and white neck, flushed with drunkenness, looked as fresh and delicate as the cherry blossoms in March.

"You've had enough. Don't drink any more. I'll take you to rest," stated Ning Tao.

"I'm not drunk, I can still drink...Giggle..." Zhao Wushuang uttered in a breaking voice, as she tilted and fell into Ning Tao's arms.

With such a beauty in his arms, strong stimulation swept Ning Tao's every nerve. There seemed to be a fire burning in his abdomen, which made him uncomfortable, and he had to find something to put out the fire.

To make matters worse, Zhao Wushuang put her arms around his neck, with her red lips pouting, and a dreamy look in her beautiful eyes.

She didn't say anything, but even a blind man could tell it was a sign to kiss.

This signal, no doubt, put a ladle of oil on the fire in Ning Tao's abdomen to make it burn even heavier.

Ning Tao's mouth went dry.

Kiss her and...

Then the more intimate behavior would take its course.

After struggling for a few seconds, Ning Tao suddenly picked up Zhao Wushuang and headed for her bedroom.

Zhao Wushuang lay in his arms, her eyes closed, but her chest heaved faster and her breathing was noticeably shorter. This reaction suggested that she seemed to be aware of what was going on, and that the a.s.sociated imagination and impulses made her nervous and shy.

Into the bedroom, Ning Tao put her on the bed, pulled the quilt over her before he turned around and left the bedroom.

Zhao Wushuang abruptly sat up in bed and opened her mouth, trying to stop him, but her mouth slowly closed.

Out of Zhao Wushuang's room, Ning Tao stopped in the hallway, then turned and walked back to the room. When he hesitantly came to the door, he grabbed the handle and tried to open the door, but he found he could not open it at all without the door card...

"You don't even have the courage. You deserve to be single, and starve to death," moaned Ning Tao, who didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to some part of himself.