Chapter 117: A Direct Confrontation with the Killer

Shi Yi regained consciousness, and Mi Chen, Feng Ming, Tang Yu, and Zheng Fei all gathered around.

"You mean to say that those victims..."

Shi Yi nodded.

"Think about it: didn't the poses they were in when they died look like Jesus on the cross? But where would you find a cross in a hospital? So they used what was on hand, nailing them to bookshelves, floors, hospital beds, and so on. Isn't that the posture of atonement?"

Wang Qinchuan, a mercenary king, returns to the city and is arranged by his fiancée to work as a security guard at a super mall, only to be inadvertently dragged into the power struggles within.

"I am Song Jing... your senior apprentice brother!" On the other end of the phone, Song Jingcheng was dumbfounded by Lin Xiaoxiao's deadpan question, nearly tripping over his own thoughts and almost answering it as if it were a business call.

Well, the score was rather frustrating, but if you broke down the statistics, you would find that Su Qingyu alone accounted for forty-two of those fifty-seven points, six of which were from free throws after fouls.

"However, I am not always this generous. This kind of thing happens only once. I hope you never step foot into the Snow Lake Marsh again; otherwise, I will settle the account with you, plus interest." A faint voice emanated from the blue light.

"Rocket projectile!" The two soldiers holding shields stared at the rocket trailing white smoke as it sped toward them, and they couldn't help but shout.

Maximum output mode! Hundredfold amplification activated! After verifying that his armor was functioning normally, Li Yiduo couldn't wait to push the engine to its limit and gave chase to Xiong Qi.

"It is naturally because the previous number one in the world, Benefactor Ding Wannian, passed away from an illness a short while ago," Master Liaowu said with a solemn expression.

The Feng family of Suzhou, a martial arts clan famous throughout the pugilistic world, though they have seen better days recently.

After the commotion Xiao Ming caused in the interrogation room, it was impossible to continue, so they had to detain him temporarily and wait until the next day. When Captain Ling left, he repeatedly urged Xiao Ming not to admit to the killing under any circumstances. Xiao Ming knew that as long as he held his ground, Deputy Director Dong could do nothing to him.

Lu was a very fat man with a pair of thin, mouse-like mustaches on his lips. In this era and environment, being able to grow so corpulent was a privilege reserved for the powerful.

At the seventh level of the Void Saint stage, while his cultivation realm was equivalent to the seventh pulse of a Martial Sect or the seven apertures of a Spirit Master, his actual combat prowess far exceeded that.

After Yuru’s palm strike collided with Ming Yan’s, she felt her mind become unstable, her soul nearly departing from her body.

"The seats are so cramped, it's stifling, and the air is bad," Liuli frowned. She couldn't really lash out, knowing it was her own mistake, but seeing that Zhou Zixuan only complained a little without blaming her too harshly, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Werewolves are also a type of creature belonging to the kin of the night. They appear exactly like wild wolves, but they can walk upright like humans and possess intelligence.

Moreover, every time they suppressed the river bandits, it was a genuine achievement. They could report these merits to the imperial court and maneuver to be promoted several ranks, gaining greater power.

Shen Duo took the wet quilt outside, and I had no idea what he went to do. I fell back asleep, not even knowing when he returned later.

Shen Duo pulled out a chair for her, and Liu Xin sat down, looking pleasantly surprised. She failed to notice how Shen Duo had skillfully dodged her question.

Aunt Zhang looked at Zhou Ziyu, who had changed into a new outfit and a different demeanor. Thinking of what Zhuxin had said about him being betrothed, she felt a pang of pity for Jin'er in her heart.

She tried to persuade Fu Zhen that it would be better to let their side go and focus his attacks on the Western Frontier, letting them and Rong Shuihe fight it out. Once they had depleted the national strength of the Great Mu, wouldn't the Ruru then marching south be akin to the fisherman reaping the benefits?

"It seems I have one of his outfits at my place, too; it must have been misplaced when I was collecting the laundry," Park Min-ah said, her eyes darting around.