Chapter 58: The Professor's Murder of His Wife (7)

Zhou Lin recalled that he had seen the glass cups neatly arranged in the kitchen, and there were no used cups in the sink. Furthermore, the trash bin at Chen Guofeng's house hadn’t been emptied, and there were no milk packaging bags inside. The key point was that at his own home, he found a can of elderly high-calcium milk powder that had been opened not long ago. This meant that Li Wei was mixing the milk powder for him; after he drank it, the cup was also cleaned.

"Xiaoman, you really have an eye for detail," Zhou Lin praised.

In an instant, everyone recognized the set of Blood Nether Demon Palms—it was the ultimate move of the previous Death Demon Lord. At first, Tao Bin was indifferent, but after seeing the identification card, he was stunned; he had never expected Zhang Hongfei to be from that department.

"You can't buy that. It's a top-secret device of our military. It was a set I happened to bring out before, but now that I’m no longer in the army, I can't get that kind of equipment," Teng Ziqiao squinted and said, "But it doesn't matter. With Zhang Tao here, we can uncover more weaknesses of Su Qingxue."

If they did not retreat, these Blood Demon Holy Clan members might spread like a plague, infecting the entire sea tribe army. But it was imaginable that as time passed, these defects and vulnerabilities would only grow larger and more numerous.

Especially when thinking about how Kong Tianlong had slapped her across the face—she hated him so much that she wished she could flay him alive.

If he answered incorrectly even by a single word, it could very likely trigger a massive conflict among the Four Great Sects.

Beyond this ten-mile radius, the area had not been carefully surveyed. Everyone sharpened their focus, slowed their pace, spread out, and began a meticulous inspection of every blade of grass, every puddle, and every hole.

The city where Mo Nu was located, Nu Tian City, was a prefecture-level city—one of the immortal cities second only to the national capital.

At this moment, it was already shattered to pieces; the person before it was known, someone who had once inflicted terrifying wounds on it—wounds hard to forget.

The two siblings were anxiously discussing, when suddenly the male cultivator’s body stiffened as he received a clan transmission.

Chen Taichen had been brimming with momentum, but upon hearing Feng Qianzi ask three times in a row, he gradually stiffened, his gaze growing vacant.

There was also a kind of trader who only had demon crystals and nothing else; if you state your specific demands, the exchange would directly quote the number of demon crystals.

However, they all knew very well that if they couldn’t deal with the sea serpent ahead, they would be unable to pass through this place.

Immediately, with the power of his spiritual soul, Wang Hao reached inward to sense within his body, and instinctively his eyes widened.

Alchemy was inherently unstable—it could result in a ruined pill or an explosion, or it might work extraordinarily well. The chances of extraordinary success depended largely on the pill furnace, skill, and insight—these were what many alchemists pursued.

A black spear came crashing down from the starry sky, as if piercing through the void of ten thousand worlds, carrying the power to annihilate heaven and earth.

"How dare you harm me?" Twisted coldly, he shouted, exerting force with his arm, pinning Su Qi to the ground.

Xiao Wuxie began to feel puzzled. He was the master of the Primal Chaos Formation Tower, and in his understanding, everything within it should belong to him. This was a natural assumption, but now the Taiji diagram clearly harbored great hostility toward him—this was something he could not be mistaken about.

"Deputy General Xu Yuan," Old Wu immediately recognized the middle-aged man at the rear; they had known each other years ago.

Nightfall cloaked the world, and inside the room, flickering flames danced in clusters, shimmering in the air. The earth dragon fire burned fiercely, warm and comforting, opening half a meter tall begonia flowers, their pink and white clusters scattering petals, which drifted with the wind, carpeting the ground in a carpet of crimson fragments.

The car had been driving for a long time—first from the airport into the city, then out of the city—following the national highway continuously. When the car finally stopped, nearly four hours had passed on the road.