Chapter 39: Seeking Clues

When the beating was taking place, the other group had remained silent, but seeing him reach for his gun, they could not help but speak out to stop him.

Jiang Zhaodi stepped back slightly, and the lock-picking expert immediately went to work. In just about ten seconds, the door swung open.

Wan Ying hesitated at first and did not answer my question directly, but this in itself confirmed that Shi Jinhui had definitely been buried in the ground; otherwise, there would have been no need for Wan Ying to appear so troubled.

The beggar was filthy, his head hanging low, his hair a disheveled mess. After Chen Hui handed him the pancake, he slowly lifted his head. From where we were standing, the distance was a bit too far to see clearly, but I guessed the beggar to be around sixty, his face blackened and covered in thick, unkempt stubble.

Helpless, I turned to leave, intending to continue searching for Ding Yi. But just then, I discovered that the ground where I had fallen was littered with white bones, and what had just pierced my palm was a severed human leg bone.

Jiang Hong did not want to avoid answering immediately, but after careful reflection, he realized that he had offended far too many people in the first half of his life, and there were far too many who had every reason to want him dead.

If one were in a desolate wilderness, even walking a hundred thousand miles would at most serve to temper one's resolve.

On either side of the tea table sat a cup. It was clear that Chu Yunfeng had known Lu Suwen was coming.

However, if Deng Jiayi were to offer herself, it would not be a problem to arrange some other job for her.

Zhou Tou let out a cold laugh and gestured for Lie Feicuo to enter the cell, allowing him to walk slowly the entire way without daring to push him in the slightest.

It was not just him; at this very moment in Yanyun Tower, those soaring figures of youth and those clusters of starlight illuminating the sky all dimmed.

Seeing that there was truly no way to pull the box directly from the front seat, the driver had no choice but to open the side door, wanting me to take the object out from the back seat myself.

Qin Feng glanced at Yulingzi, who had already walked to the side of Fire Dragon Daoist, and clenched his fists in secret before relaxing them, following the crowd back to Ruyun Peak.

"This is a frame-up! How could I possibly have killed anyone, hidden a corpse, and stashed illegal firearms? Do you have any proof?" Fang Yuan cried out in injustice.

"...That is roughly the situation. Do you understand now?" After a long, rambling explanation, Huang Qi finally finished.

"Didn't you say this was for my birthday? Why does it look like nothing of the sort?" Huang Youyou pinched the thigh of Lu Youbing and asked through gritted teeth.

A-Xiu held Lulu with tender affection, catching a glimpse of the whip marks on her slender arms and feeling a heart-wrenching pain.

Seeing this, Zhang Li let out a cold snort. He flicked his hand, and the Divine World of the Disaster Dragon suddenly lashed upward. A sword aura of the Disaster Dragon slashed toward the five-colored giant palm. With a loud bang, the palm shattered, and the sword aura dissipated as well.

In these past few days, the generals and soldiers of the various armies had performed excellently in the battle against the Tibetans. But now that Li Qing had relaxed his watch, the main generals of the Yi and Long prefectures dared to be so presumptuous, daring to defy the military orders he had repeatedly emphasized. For such men, Li Qing would naturally show no mercy.

Zhang Chu had specifically returned to Lushun to pick up Song Yingxing, and Sun Yuanhua and Adam Schall had arrived there as well. Now that the Chongzhen Emperor was dead, Sun Yuanhua, that guilty minister of the Ming Dynasty, a man who had once been as good as dead, could finally be resurrected.

Having said this, without waiting for Li Qing to speak, the old man drew a gleaming short blade from his sleeve and plunged it into his own heart. Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and by the time everyone reacted, the old man had already breathed his last, lying on the ground with an expression of relief.

"Yes, theoretically, it is impossible for two identical light-brains to exist, which is why I feel a bit puzzled."

Seeing this change, Meng Xiongfei’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, and he almost lost his balance and fell over. He was not overly shocked by her sudden transformation into a human, nor by her half-human, half-fish mermaid appearance, but rather by the fact that she was stark naked.

It was truly rare for Zhang Chu to take the initiative to write a memorial to the Emperor. The ministers read the content and decided it would be best for the Emperor to make the call; no one wanted to touch this hot potato. Everyone pretended not to see it and sent Zhang Chu’s memorial to the Emperor.

Time passes quietly in the mountains, and without any leisure entertainment, Meng Xiongfei and Ma Tao would chat for a while every night before burying their heads in rigorous practice. Without noticing, a month flew by, and the day arrived for the Mid-Autumn Festival on the fifteenth of the eighth lunar month.

As he spoke, the middle-aged captain waved his hand, and the soldiers of the Eastern Camp stationed behind him wisely cleared a path, allowing the soldiers of the Western Camp to pass.

After all the demons had gathered and stood still, Bai Xuening threw out the cover, which grew in the wind and turned upside down, trapping them all inside. The demons felt nothing while inside the cover, as if they were still outside; they could even still feel the wind from beyond.

When her drug withdrawal symptoms flared up, she kept clamoring to see Gu Chenyi, so the doctor immediately called him.

He wanted to call Gu Chenyi "Daddy," but after opening his mouth, he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Su Nini walked down holding the gift box. Seeing that the banquet hall was full of people, she searched around but couldn't find Lin Xin; she began to panic.

Next it was Xie Meng's turn. Her back was soaked in sweat. She had never expected that Jin Shao Yu and his wife would answer everything correctly. Now that it was her turn, and since no one wanted to be the one to fail, she could only secretly pray that the questions would be simple.

"So what if it's a third-grade superior array? I can smash even a medium-grade spirit artifact, let alone your formation!" The cultivator at the completion of the Golden Core stage did not take Wu Sheng seriously at all. He picked up his iron hammer and prepared to smash it into the array again, confident that as long as he had ten breaths of time, he could surely crack it.

"You only started wearing it recently, the silver one." Wen Shuyun looked at her gestures, a trace of sarcasm flickering in her beautiful eyes.

Yet, constantly exhausting herself to the point of being sore and unable to get out of bed was truly infuriating.

Walking all the way to the company, Qing Yi did not know where her anger came from, but it made her chest feel stifled and burned hotter and hotter. With a gloomy face, she grew colder and more aloof, walking toward the office with an expressionless look.