Chapter 87: Secrets of Maria Hospital

Gu Hansheng was extremely serious and nodded.
“Yes, this case has already been classified as a homicide, and the death toll continues to rise. The police have been staking out that abandoned hospital for several days, yet they haven’t seen anyone suspicious coming or going—not even a shadow.”
“But what’s truly strange is that, every dawn, after a piercing scream, the body of the latest victim is found. As such, the local police have—”
I frowned. With so much commotion inside, and Su Fan’s knocking so gentle, how could anyone possibly hear it?
“Gu Xixi, are you stupid? After the way she treated you just now, you’re still speaking up for her?” Chen Jiran’s displeasure turned into anger.
He never expected such a coincidence. Remembering Lu Xudong’s cold “What’s it to you?” he suddenly felt a restless urge stir in his heart.
When I saw Zhuo Siqi, I narrowed my eyes at her. She and I had been at odds since the very beginning of my career. I never intended to make a fuss with her over a dress, but her mistake was getting involved in a scandal with Su Mo.
Although Teacher Liang knew Li Zhiyuan was not as simple as he seemed, he didn’t think Li Zhiyuan was especially powerful, convinced that Li Zhiyuan had no cultivation base. That was why he was so eager to find him and return to Earth together.
Just as I sensed, the child was ultimately lost. I wasn’t surprised by the outcome; when Su Mo carried Cheng Shan away, my stomach had already cramped in pain, and I could feel something uncontrollably leaving my body, plunging me into despair.
Su Xia was unaware of everything. She called Anthony, who also hadn’t come home yet, only to learn that Liu Ranwei was with him, and that he was at the hospital.
Never mind that he’d already given my family a dowry of two hundred thousand yuan—my sister-in-law clearly had money, yet refused to help, insisting I give in. That, I could not tolerate.
The rose’s thorns pierced her flesh, tearing it into a bloody mess and staining her white shirt crimson—a shocking sight.
Was my father-in-law thinking that Lu Xudong’s defiant marriage had soured, and was now looking for a way to make me leave him?
The Chen family disciples reacted swiftly. As soon as Chen Fengshan launched his attack, six Void cultivators combined their odd magical artifacts and struck at the leader of the Mei Immortals, Shi Ling. Meanwhile, three other Origin Masters of the sect unleashed their treasures at her as well.
After a period of rest, even King Chujiang’s wounds had greatly improved. With Mao Dabao’s communication, the Thunder Beast led the group out from the cave where they’d sheltered from celestial lightning, and they began their journey toward the City of Divine Retribution.
Yan Ning nearly lost his senses, staring dumbly at the meteorite before him, until a gust from an immortal’s palm snapped him out of it. The harsh scolding of the Fire Earth Immortal rang in his ears, prompting Yan Ning to scramble out of the crater and slink away in embarrassment.
Perhaps it was for the best—clean breaks, no debts owed. Even in loneliness, at least she could find solace. Liangliang understood her best; she was always cold on the outside, soft on the inside. She knew it herself, so she preferred not to get entangled.
Xinran held up the large jug, and he reached out to take it. But she let go and turned to leave. Thunder tossed the jug aside and ran after her, pulling her into his arms.
He was about to find any random dragon to ask about the location of his lair, when a sudden commotion erupted behind him.
The three of them gazed at the figure in the Slaughter God Gorge, battling bloodily against the divine clan. Images from the painting they’d just seen in the palace flashed through their minds.
Peony, who had been lowering her head and gathering herself for a long while, suddenly jerked it up. At some point, Peach Blossom’s tears had mixed with dew, soaking her whole face. Her tearful, aggrieved expression was like an orchid submerged in water, wrenching the heart of anyone who saw her.
How could the Nine Springs of Hell possess such formidable, varied powers? What was their source, and where did it lie?