Chapter 43: The Tiger Man-Eating Case (13)

For the past ten years, Chang Rui had been hiding out in Chang Nian's home. The twin brothers looked identical; whenever they went out, only one of them would leave, so the neighbors and the residential complex security guards all assumed it was always Chang Nian coming and going.

The two shared a single identity, yet both worked for Duan Yuxuan. One stayed in the open as an assistant in charge of professional affairs, while the other worked in the shadows as a cleaner responsible for handling unspeakable matters.

Jiang Qi possessed exceptionally advanced computer skills. After hacking into Chang Nian's computer, he unexpectedly...

Imperceptibly, the Buddhist sect's supreme treasure, the Octagonal Wheel of Merit, began to generate a trace of reverence toward Xu Wen.

Feng Nieyang withdrew his palm and stepped downward. After his figure completely vanished beneath the lake water, the jade stone steps disappeared one by one, and the parted waters closed back together as if nothing had happened at all.

Li Ke finally calmed his mind slightly and glanced furtively around. Fortunately, he had not attracted too much attention, so he nodded again and sat down.

One must know that a top-tier blessed land like the Myriad Thunder Lake would shift positions with the changes in the heaven and earth's fortune and calamitous Qi. If it failed to manifest for even a single day, no one could guarantee whether the Myriad Thunder Lake might disappear entirely.

Returning to the inn, dawn was gradually breaking. Everyone was in low spirits. After conferring, they decided to rest for a day, recover their energy by tomorrow, and then enter the mountains to pay their respects to their master. With that, they all retreated to their rooms to rest.

This red-haired demonic corpse stared coldly at Xu Wen, swirling, turbid yellow corpse Qi rolling around its entire body, a sneer of utter disdain even visible on its face.

Dou Shantao was filled with bewilderment. A big figure? What kind of big figure? No wonder he was driving a Humman. Sigh, there were too many people around here and it was inconvenient to talk; he would ask again later during dinner. After sending Chen Huai'an off, Dou Shantao led his son to his BMW.

"It's me... It's me! I beg you, don't kill me!" The moment HuKe sensed Ye Zang's killing intent, every thought of resistance vanished from his entire body. This was entirely his own fault for underestimating Ye Zang so severely that he hadn't even thought of using a substitution technique; otherwise, he might have still stood a chance.

Gong Xuanyue patted her head without saying anything, simply instructing the palace maids and Fairy Guyue to escort her back to the Moon-holding Palace.

Lunchtime arrived. Zhao Hui, her father, and her two older brothers sat together around the coffee table, eating a delicious meal. Only then did it finally feel like a true home.

The moment the feathered dragon prostrated itself before Gong Jue, I heard the sound of metal being pulled and strained. Only then did I notice the golden chains encasing each feathered dragon. As these chains were pulled taut, the crisp sound of metal friction echoed endlessly through the divine hall.

Seeing that Nangong Yuhuan gladly accepted her form of address, Matriarch Ye also retreated with a pleased smile. "You've played all day, sister, so you must be tired. Don't look at those records anymore, stay here and talk with me instead," Nangong Yulan said.

As they spoke, the two had already flown across the coastline, landing on a desolate, uninhabited beach. They each put away their magic treasures and carefully sensed the surrounding aura. The spiritual Qi here was even scarcer than out on the ocean, and the forces of the Five Elements were extremely chaotic—truly not a place conducive to cultivation.

More importantly, as his cultivation realm advanced, his absorption speed also increased by geometric multiples.

"This is a bronze palace; why are there so many skeletons piled up here?" Xue Xinrou asked tremulously.

Tang Yun frowned, just as she wanted to voice her objection, she felt that person embrace her tightly from behind.

The seventh move is feigning an East Strike! Lying! Bluffing! Making the opponent lower their guard! And then striking them down! This is the overarching strategy of the Asura Battle Demon Arts! All is fair in war! The battlefield is a slaughterhouse! How could one possibly believe the words of an enemy?

"My money, I cannot let Qin Leng take my money away," Liu Zhi muttered, as if recalling something.

"Forget it, asking you is a waste of time anyway; you won't tell the truth either." Ouyang Qian shook her head and ultimately gave up.

Exquisitely delicate tea pastries—black tea accompanied by green cakes. The aroma was enticing and exceptionally delicious; Jack's attention was immediately diverted back to the refreshments.

Yet the handsome uncle seemed to have guessed her thoughts, urging her to raise her head and look seriously at the items on both sides, telling her that if she saw anything she liked, he would buy it for her.