Shen Ren worked as a widower in Heqing Mansion for ten years. In the eyes of outsiders, he was taciturn and only worked to make a living.
In the hand of a Taoist corpse, half of a copper coin was engraved with "green clam".
Unbeknownst to others, it was the object that he personally hung on the body of his young brother ten years ago.
When the heavy rain that night washed away the last corpse, Shen Ren's fingertips suddenly felt as if they were being burned by a soldering iron——
The younger brother's half of the copper coin was hanging on the key on his waist.
The broken marks fit perfectly.
