Chapter 92: Walking Through the Crime Scene

Seeing everyone’s expressions, Gu Hansheng could not help but smile.

“Relax. It would hardly be so brazen as to poison us right under the roof. If anything were to happen to us at the Lu household, just see how he would explain himself.”

As he spoke, he ate the fish before him at an unhurried pace. After removing the bones, he placed it into Shi Yi’s bowl.

At that, the three from the Northeast Branch finally relaxed and began to eat heartily.

After a day of running around, at last they had a proper meal.

Lin Ruoxue was frantic and could not possibly sit still. She looked all around her, too anxious to know where she should even begin searching.

Su Luocheng was too strong in resistance, which only meant the losses on Xi Menyi’s side would be severe as well. The one truly watching the tigers fight from the mountain was Xi Menhao.

At the mere thought of his cold, ruthless face, a prickle ran over her skin. This was the aftereffect of the fright she had suffered when she rashly went to save Shu Chi.

“Listen to what the clan head of the Leng family is saying. What kind of words are those?” Gu Jincheng also let go of his smile. Since Leng Tuosen had not been courteous, there was no need for him to keep up appearances. Gu Jincheng was not afraid of him.

“Besides, I suspect the contract is in Xia Feng’s hands. We must beware of pushing him too far, lest he bring out the contract and stir up some great storm. Before I am ready, we must let Dai Xiao keep him steady,” Xi Menzhe went on.

Naturally, Fu Chengjue did not dare truly struggle with Han Yunlin; he merely seized her arm and easily stopped her movements.

It was a beauty filled with spirit, a kind of radiance that compelled one only to look up in admiration, never daring to entertain the slightest profane thought.

Legend had it that the estate master was a man of the demonic path, keeping male favorites in order to harvest yang to nourish yin and cultivate evil arts.

“For Su Ranhua’s sake, you are actually targeting this palace so relentlessly.” Bai Zhanfeng’s lips had gone pale. Shaking from anger and terror, she trembled uncontrollably.

Having joined for only two years, yet rising so rapidly, he was already a figure of consequence in the Sacred City and had supplied the White Nether Sect with so many weapons. And still his standing was like this.

Mo Ning was already so overwhelmed that she could not speak coherently, not knowing what to say. Mo Yichen looked at her trembling lips, unsteady from tension, and unexpectedly felt a heat rise beneath him.

When the clock struck twelve, Ling Lan became completely still, listening quietly as the host’s rich, magnetic baritone began the opening remarks of the program.

“Why is it that once one has been warned, things become so much easier to do?” Dongfang Yueming said indifferently.

The eyes that looked back at her were equally clear and black-and-white, bright as autumn waters, yet filled with mockery so blatant it made no attempt at concealment. In that cold derision, Ye Mingyan suddenly felt a terrifying chill surge up from beneath the ground, boring through her back and into her spine, leaving her trembling with fear.

After she returned, she saw that Old Master Lin was sitting there in a sullen stupor. She gave a cold laugh, took a flask of wine, and drank a couple of cups beside him to warm herself. It was a long while before Old Master Lin finally awoke.

Songlin Station was the final stop of this branch line. The two got off there. Still holding hands, they were in no hurry to leave the station; instead, they walked slowly within the platform.

Ningning was Tang Ning’s code word for safety. In the past, anyone who called her that was someone she could entrust her back to.

What delighted her was that Zhao Xingfeng turned out to be such a true gentleman. Though his feelings for her ran deep, whenever she did not want it, he would never once cross the line. This moved her greatly.

Then she gave another sorrowful smile, her words cutting off halfway. But Ling Xuan’s mood suddenly sank to the bottom. He saw that, at some point, she had tightly clasped that gaudy celestial music box in her hand, unable to bear putting it down.

“To kill those who deserve death, those who are guilty, one need only draw a blade. To kill those who do not deserve death, those who are innocent, one must first turn oneself into someone who deserves to die.” Tang Ning’s explanation was a bit winding, but seeing Zhuang Jian nod, she felt he must have understood.

The few of them took their leave and departed. The Yinsha Sect had sent several disciples to await them outside. When they emerged, the disciples escorted them to their respective rooms to rest, then withdrew on their own.

Yet the dagger, carrying tremendous force, did not land on the Prince of Xiao. Instead, streams of blood flowed down from the area around his scapulae.

“Did we miss the road?” Si Yue followed the direction of Qi Yu’s finger and was shocked.

No wonder he asked. Yi Nanzhen had helped them so much for no reason at all; anyone would have found it suspicious.

Afterward, he opened the drawer in the wooden desk, but there was nothing inside. Seeing this, I could only shake my head. Even though I had been prepared, disappointment was unavoidable.

Lin Hongyu showed no unusual behavior. He lit a cigarette and smoked. When he saw Su Ruibai, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, yet not a single word came out.

The moment we moved, countless figures above us and around us followed every shift in direction. It was dazzling, making our already lost sense of direction even more chaotic.

“You’ve mistaken me for someone else! My name is not Qu Menghan!” She gave Nan Ruoxin a cold reply, then turned and ran for the door, leaving everyone present stunned.

I listened to Da Jin ramble nonsense here and could not help laughing inwardly. It was not like just earlier, when he had been terrified to the point of losing control in the punishment pit. After being worn out all afternoon, I was also exhausted, and I fell asleep heavily in the car.

In the state of her soul, she could see normally. It had been the same when she first woke up earlier.

Tian Yang replied, “It’s too early for that now. We can talk about the two of them later today. Rest for a while first—it’s blazing hot. I’m going inside to take care of something. Sit in the shade on the stool, and if you want beer, help yourself. There’s cigarettes here too.” With that, Tian Yang turned and headed toward Zhou Ping’an’s shop.

The two of them first went to buy the latest models of mobile phones. The spirit jade transmitters had also been updated almost completely, so this was a good chance to see what new features human phones had come up with.