I, Lao Liu, Have Built an Utopia in the World of Xianxia

Where is this? Jiang Baiyi's mind was in chaos, and countless unfamiliar memories rushed in like a tide, colliding with his original consciousness. He couldn't help but groan in pain and clenched his fists tightly. He remembered that he was obviously dead. In his previous life, his name was Jiang Bait, and he was an ordinary employee of the grassroots law enforcement department. He insisted on fairness and justice all his life, and could not hold a grain of sand in his eyes. Whether he was facing the powerful or the scoundrels, he always adhered to the principle of a bowl of water, working conscientiously and fulfilling his duties. But such a person who had been upholding fairness all his life ended up being killed in the line of duty and died unjustly. That day, he investigated a case of powerful people oppressing low-level merchants. He had conclusive evidence in his hand. He wanted to seek justice for the small merchants who had been squeezed into despair, but he did not expect to touch the cake of the interest group behind it. The other party secretly interfered and caused an accidental car accident. Before he could even say a word of defense, he was swallowed up by the cold car accident. Before he died, he still held on to the evidence, filled with unwillingness and resentment. Why? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.