Dusk.
Funeral home, morgue.
"Who the hell is it?!!!"
Li Xingwu's beard and hair dance wildly, his eyes bloodshot, like an angry lion.
In just one day's time.
His son Li Chenghu lays in the hospital undergoing emergency treatment.
His granddaughter Li Qian has become a cold corpse.
"Master."
A deep voice speaks.
Guo Yang stands behind Li Xingwu, his face filled with grief.
"It's my fault, I didn't keep an eye on my junior sister."
His tone is full of guilt, seemingly truly heartbroken.
"Guo Yang."
Li Xingwu looks at Li Qian on the table, and speaks softly.
"Your junior sister may have had a bad temper."
"But she was a good child, she didn't deserve to die like this."
"I'm a useless person, I can't protect her parents, nor can I protect her."
"But the person who killed her, who killed her parents."
"Not one...can be spared, I will tear them to pieces!"
Li Xingwu's voice is trembling,
But his tone is filled with chilling coldness, like falling into an ice cave.
