Chapter 56: The Professor's Wife Murder Case (5)

The Chen family lived on the ground floor of an urban village apartment building. Built like a pigeon coop, the rooms lacked sunlight and adequate heating, casting a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere over the household. They were all furious that Li Wei had been killed by Chen Guofeng. It seemed to them that Chen Guofeng only knew how to bury himself in research while failing to contribute anything back to the family. Lacking worldly sophistication and social tact, he was deeply unpopular within the Chen household. In contrast, his young wife, who was twenty years his junior, was regarded by the Chen family as virtuous.

In this world, who could possibly stand as a match for Ren Qingkuang? Of course, anomalies such as Zhu Xinwu, Luo Shihou, Zhang Mang, Ye Que, and Khan Huchi'er could not be used as benchmarks for comparison.

Huo Qing, along with Bai Baihao, Gao Yue, and the others, strolled around the main hall. Suddenly, Huo Qing's eyes landed on an unremarkable fragment. It possessed a faint blue hue, with what looked like ripples of water gently stirring within it. While the item was easily overlooked among the multitude of antiques, it caused Huo Qing's heart to leap and pound violently.

Another summer vacation had arrived, and John could not wait to bid farewell to his mother and rush back to the farm to joyfully reunite with his father, grandparents, younger brothers, and younger sisters.

The two of them hurried to the Imperial Academy, only to find the surrounding streets already under martial law, with heavily armored imperial guards patrolling back and forth everywhere.

Roar! Accompanied by a sound resembling a beast's roar, the stone statue paused mid-stride, instantly halting its retreat. At the same time, its two thick stone arms directly smashed toward the giant standing before it.

Tong Fei had never felt such exhilaration, because he was witnessing the impossible transform into reality: Lin Tian, at the second tier of the Ninth Realm, taking on Xiong Long, who was at the fifth tier of the Ninth Realm.

Surrounded by rockeries, blooming flowers, winding corridors, and azure lakes, the scenery here was pleasant and exuded an antique charm, differing very little from the Nine Provinces.

Zhong Shisan fell silent once more. After leading Lin Tian in flight for a while, they arrived before a massive cave opening. The entrance swirled with all kinds of repulsive odors, mingled with a pungent stench of blood.

Why hadn't Wei Changzhan, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, come over? For matters like this, it was best to avoid intervening if possible.

Shortly after, under Namikaze Minato's explanation, Mikoto and the other two members of the Yamato squad gained a mutual understanding of each other's situations.

Qin Tian sat cross-legged in the room with his eyes half-closed. A radiant crimson glow flushed his face, and fine beads of sweat densely covered his entire body.

Paying her no mind, Julia coldly retrieved cotton swabs, alcohol, and ointment from her medical kit, and began treating the wound where Nangong Su had bitten her.

About a yard away from Qin Tian, a thick, sturdy tree emitted the sound of an impending snap, yet it stubbornly blocked the force of the palm strike.

After paying their respects to the head of the family as well as various uncles and aunts, Qin Tian and Rong'er finally took their seats beside Rong'er's parents.

Not long ago, he had survived the heavenly tribulation of eighty-one ancient heavenly dragons—a form of divine punishment rarely seen from ancient times to the present—and successfully made a breakthrough to the grand perfection realm of the first transformation of Transforming Dragon.

Of course, for Qin Feng, this was a fortunate turn of events. Having now reached the outbound realm of the Demonic Initiation stage, he undoubtedly required a massive influx of demonic energy.

With a hundred mercenaries, some of whom were even equipped with martial-hunting crossbows, even with Qin Feng's astonishing strength, his chances of survival were grim.

Leaving the hospital, Zhou Rui did not head straight home. Instead, after making a phone call to Ji Qingyun, he drove directly to Pinglan Village.

"What? Five silver dollars? This is my entire fortune! How about we negotiate—I'll give you two silver dollars, and you can just forget about the debt," the Taoist charlatan said.

If her hypothesis was correct, putting some distance between them as early as possible was the wisest course of action.

In the end, this pair of cousins reaped what they sowed. Luo Cheng, who never got to display his signature turning-horse spear, was riddled with arrows like a beehive; meanwhile, Qin Qiong, who kept his ultimate hidden weapon to himself, spent his later years vomiting blood until his death.

Having gradually grown accustomed to the routine, she assisted Li Ping'an by handing him instruments, though her slow reflexes often led to her picking up the wrong scissors or knives.

The three of them had been idling away for so many years; forcing them to do manual labor now would be more agonizing than death itself.

Su Chen gave a slight nod in acknowledgment. Having achieved the purpose of this trip, he could not be bothered to linger any longer in the Chu family residence.