Chapter 63: A Hidden Connection

Aside from her defensive abilities, Feng Ming was also highly skilled at finding people. After all, before joining Bureau 857, she had graduated from the police academy with outstanding marks, unlike the others who had come into this line of work by chance. Therefore, Feng Ming volunteered to search for the body together with Liang Zhuoqun.

Liang Zhuoqun arranged a temporary workspace for Shi Yi and the others, right there in the main hall—the very area where, on the surveillance footage, they had first noticed the monster.

Of the five revered elders, one was dead, three were wounded, and one had fled. The fugitive was more like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, its eyes fixed on the Zhao family, waiting for an opportunity. At the first sign of weakness, Fang Huai would bare his fangs, pouncing to finish them off.

How does one destroy a group? First, sever its wings, then its limbs, and finally, all that remains is for your enemy to kneel and await execution, powerless to resist.

Everyone was taken aback when Tong Shuang donned her veil—it was a public slap in the face to Old Lady Ye.

Ran Yuan didn’t even lift his eyelids. In this generation, he was the only one left in the Ran family; whatever the family possessed, it now belonged to him.

It was said that Fairy Caiyun brought the slave’s head up from the dungeon and placed it in the courthouse; Cangjie, upon seeing it, broke out in a cold sweat.

Master Zhikong hurriedly waved his robe sleeve, reciting incantations to gather all the scattered prayer beads back into his sleeve.

“It’s no trouble. As long as no one tries to make things difficult, everything should go smoothly. After all, the country is focused on economic development now. When you come to the county seat to register a company, the local authorities are welcoming and delighted. Every new business means more taxes and a better political record,” Zhang Donghai said.

There was, in fact, another ambush, which the Monkey had discovered. Even before Xiao Yunfei came in, the Monkey had incapacitated them, and these people remained under his constant surveillance.

Yet he did not stop running, because he wanted to live. To be alive—such a simple, ordinary word for most, but for Tang Feng in this moment, it was a desperate obsession.

After buying medicine and food, Tang Feng found a secluded corner to sit. Looking at the trash piled up nearby, he suddenly felt a kinship with it—like a rat scurrying through the streets, stripped of dignity and hope.

Though he sensed something amiss, he paid it no mind and walked straight up to the dojo’s entrance. With a decisive push, he strode inside.

Tonight’s death match was fought by thugs mostly of the same age, so the moment they saw each other, He Shang and Second Brother had their expectations confirmed.

But with the arrow on the string, there was no turning back. Thinking of He Liancheng, my heart twisted painfully, yet a reckless thrill welled up instead. With a heart already dead to hope, I thought, without him, what difference does it make who I am with?

Upon entering the gorge, he was shocked to realize it had come back to life after lying in deathly silence for so long. This meant all the ingenious traps hidden within were now quietly awaiting the moment to be triggered, ready to mercilessly slaughter any reckless intruder.

Most importantly, why were those powerful lords and generals growing ever stronger? Because their reputations attracted countless wandering swordsmen eager to pledge their allegiance.

To avoid truly having his arm broken by this northerner, Fat Dog made a snap decision—he lunged forward, his massive palm landing squarely on Second Brother’s crown.

From every angle, this matter was riddled with suspicious clues, reeking of conspiracy.

Whether out of pity or love, just as I was about to be reduced to ashes, you decided to lead me into a dreamy, enchanting vision, binding your life to mine within that illusion. How foolish you are—what in me could possibly be worth such a sacrifice from you?

Blue Jay Dance ran over, clutching a huge bundle of cleaning grass, just in time to see Zhudi’s face smeared with blood, features blurred, yet kneeling motionless on the ground.