Twenty blades. Twenty one empty cups. Twenty two dead bodies. Jiang Zhi had been standing at the middle of the restaurant hall for the last half an hour. "Something is wrong.." He had been saying the same sentence for at least five times. A sturdy man with officer uniform walked into the hall. "Everything is wrong. Before yesterday, our village had not seen any swordsman for the last twenty one years." The man was about fifty years of age. His voice was clear and commanding. He continued, "These swordsmen, they appeared out of nowhere yesterday. That was already very suspicious. But now.. their death is even more mysterious." An old man had been sitting at the corner of the hall all this while. He had now stood up and walked towards the door. "Old man Jiu, what do you think?" Jiang Zhi asked. Old man Jiu could only sighed and walked away. "Have you found any clue?" The sturdy man asked while picking up an empty cup. "Yes.. there ar...
Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. (Ecclesiastes 3:11)