Shangguan Nanfeng, the legendary assassin codenamed “Blood Maple,” has grown weary of his life steeped in blood. He quietly retires to the heart of a bustling city, renting a room in Aunt Chen’s old apartment, a place full of the warmth of everyday life. With elegant detachment, he plays the part of an ordinary tenant. Aunt Chen’s endless chatter, her home-cooked meals, and her wholehearted concern are the only warmth his icy soul can draw upon. This stolen, ordinary peace is the only redemption he has left.
Yet darkness follows like a shadow. An unexpected incident draws out an old enemy who has lain in wait for years. Deadly fangs silently emerge in the night. On a blood-soaked evening, danger suddenly strikes. When the attackers break down the door, Aunt Chen, his unarmed landlady, is gripped by sheer terror, yet somehow finds the courage to instinctively try to shield Shangguan Nanfeng... Warm blood splashes across his pale face, utterly incinerating the last trace of his attachment to the world of the living.
“You... have burned down the last warm nest I had.” Shangguan Nanfeng’s voice is low and cold as ice. His elegant mask cracks apart, and crimson maple waves surge in his eyes, powerful enough to incinerate all things. The elegant “tenant” is gone. In his place stands a vengeful demon reborn from the flames: “Blood Maple,” Shangguan Nanfeng, has returned! With the most vicious, ruthless, and “artistic” methods, he turns the intruders from that night into dry bones. But this is only the overture. The list of names to be avenged must be written in the blood and souls of his enemies!
