Chapter 38: The Man-Eating Tiger Case (8)

Xiaoman trusted that regardless of whether the tiger-mauling case was related to Tang Zheng, her father, criminal investigator Zhou Lin, would handle it strictly according to the law.

Zhou Lin gave Xiaoman a reassuring look before turning to Lin Nan: "How are you and Gu Ye progressing with the investigation into the Fengcheng transport truck?"

Lin Nan pulled out his notebook: "The Fengcheng transport truck was reported stolen three days ago. Fengcheng notified the police, but the vehicle has yet to be recovered. We verified the report; there is indeed an official record. The perpetrator must have acted with premeditation."

Withdrawing her hand without a hint of displeasure, Murong Yunshang gathered the dice, shook them between her cupped palms, and cast them once more.

Murong Zi merely glanced over with a sidelong, indifferent gaze, then settled back into the sofa, lit a cigarette, and took a drag.

"Yantian..." Elder Tianji roared, his fury soaring as he slammed a heavy fist against his own chest.

The boat captain stared at Qin Tianchen in terror, his eyes full of confusion, unable to fathom how he intended to resolve the situation.

Even if they existed, they were mostly reclusive, ancient monsters of varying levels who dedicated their lives to cultivation.

After a while, he finally stopped, truly afraid to proceed any further, for in the distance ahead appeared a colossal black palace—so vast it was beyond belief, beyond imagination.

Of course, Lin Feng claiming to have pierced through the Demon Realm was something they absolutely would not believe; was it even possible to ascend to the Void-Shattering Realm in just a few months?

"What happens after one falls into the demonic path?" Long Guzhi asked again. "If she falls into the demonic path, will Sister Li still recognize us?" Long Guzhi was terrified; they had finally grown close, and she feared Sister Li might forget them all over again.

"Don't say that; you owe me nothing. It is I who owe you," Ning Ke shook her head frantically, her tears scattering in the air, tracing a crystalline arc before falling into the dust.

Ning Ke’s gaze turned cold. She immediately snatched a handful of incense ash and stuffed it into a porcelain bottle, ignoring the burns on her delicate skin, and turned to sprint toward the door.

When her cousin asked about the clothes, Zhang Wei felt a bit embarrassed. She had given the fabric coupons to her grandmother, and since she and her husband received clothes from their work units, she was waiting for her mother to make the rest. With some time still left before her due date, she was not in a hurry and explained this to Daimao.

When she got off work on Friday, Mo Shiche came to pick her up as usual—at first, she had brought him lunch every day, but later it became him coming to the company to fetch her.

Han Sa, his expression agitated, spoke urgently and even dropped to his knees right in front of Lin Feiyu.

The two sides remained in a standoff, yet Gu Xuewu looked as if nothing was the matter, watching Madman Wang with a calm, faint smile.

The ink-colored phantoms gradually grew in size, revealing themselves to be various weapons—the shadows morphed into a pile of blades, spears, swords, halberds, axes, poleaxes, hooks, and forks... all eighteen types of traditional weapons were present, dazzling to behold.

Yichen walked over and hugged Xu Ning from behind, attempting to kiss her, but Xu Ning turned her head away to avoid him.

Fortunately, there were no lights on the twelfth floor, so the group could not see the horrific scene left behind by the battle between Lin Feiyu and the Demon Dragon; they could only see a massive hole, about five meters in diameter, carved into the wall.

Mengmeng’s voice was hurried, but Feng Shu shook her head, stating with certainty that she had not seen that bubble in her dream.

This Hex of Misfortune was not exactly a direct punishment, but rather it dampened the luck of their entire family. As for the extent, it was not merely the hex itself, but the consequences of the seeds they had sown; Daimao’s hex simply allowed these evil fruits to ripen recklessly and arrive sooner.

Uncle Chen carried the box into the house for him, and after washing his hands, he sat down next to Shitou to share the grapes.

Qi Han had said that this was his usual way—whenever something did not concern him, he would always distance himself, watching with cold indifference.

Before he even reached the town, he saw billowing black smoke in the distance, and the air was thick with the pungent scent of blood.

At the same time, Bibi Dong whipped her head around, endless purple malevolence pouring from her body as she launched a frantic assault against Qianjue City.