Chapter 48: Murder

Before turning himself in, Yang Yonggui first needed to bring his wife, Wu Guihua, to the county seat so they could go to the police station together. Originally, he had hoped she could take the bus, but as evening approached, buses were scarce, and a taxi for the nearly fifty-kilometer journey would be a significant expense. In the end, the three siblings decided that Yang Yonggui would take Yang Yongli’s car to fetch Wu Guihua, while Yang Yongfang and Yang Yongli waited in the county for their return to have dinner together before heading to the station. As the sun set, Yang Yonggui drove out of the county seat toward Jintang Town. Forty minutes later, as night fell, he arrived home to find Wu Guihua waiting. After a discussion, Wu Guihua asked Yang Yonggui to...

It was not just Yu Qing; clearly, Liao Xiuzhang was also struggling to adapt. Yet, the boy was always composed, keeping everything bottled up inside. It was only when he complained about the food during meals that Yu Qing could be certain he was missing his father.

This was Lan Yingchen. Chen Nuo felt he had seen right through him. If this reckless fellow truly ended up with his sister, then his delicate, crystal-clear sister would become like a falling leaf in a gale, never knowing when she might find safety again.

Just as Red Hare lifted its head, Liu Tianhao felt a surge of anxiety. The horse was so tall that when it raised its head, Liu Tianhao’s arms could barely wrap around its neck. Thinking quickly, he stood on his tiptoes to keep the horse’s neck within his grasp.

"What? Zhang Jiao died of illness? Damn it! Dong the Fatty is out there fighting tooth and nail, and Zhang Jiao has already quit and kicked the bucket?" Hearing their response, Liu Tianhao was left completely speechless.

Zhao Bai was another commander who led ten thousand troops from the back of the mountain, intending to join Gongsun Sheng in a pincer movement.

"But, sir, I... I don't know. I just wanted to go to the other side to take a look, to... see." As Mu Yiyi spoke, she felt a sense of guilt; even though she was speaking her true heart, it felt like she was telling a lie.

Lan Yingchen knew that Xu Yuan’s family did not care for him. He was terrified that if Xu Yuan could not hold on, their love would reach its end.

Outside the Tang Clan Escort Agency, a crowd had gathered. Master Tang was busy boosting the morale of those about to set out on an escort mission.

Yu Qing no longer wished to hold Liao Xiuzhang back, nor could he; Liao Xiuzhang was fully capable of defending himself. Of course, being with Liao Shishan was quite safe as well.

"What mission? Brother Biao, weren't we supposed to be the backup for the other four?" I asked, looking at him suspiciously before taking a seat.

She seemed to feel it—a vitality that flowed with the passing of time, with the fading of youth and life itself—something she could no longer restrain, so abundant it made her want to giggle.

"No, that’s not what I meant. Fine, it’s all my fault, you’re right, brother. I was just worried about the reporters finding out." Liu Dao-fei did not want to be caught in an endless cycle of criticism, so admitting his fault was absolutely necessary.

For instance, they started by analyzing his musical talent and singing ability, then moved on to his television and film work, listing them one by one, as if determined not to stop until this charade of praise was dismantled.

Chen Feng’s peripheral vision darted about. He saw layers of mist rising from the ground, and within the woods, cold gusts of wind seemed to stir out of thin air. In an instant, the eerie fog, the sharp, ghostly wails, and the silent, chilling winds made the forest feel as though it had suddenly transformed into the gates of hell.

Luo Tianhua frowned. He was in no urgent need of life-steal effects; after his "Blood War" skill took effect, the lower his health, the higher his attack power. Therefore, he did not need to drain blood; instead, he needed to suffer even greater wounds.

Ji Yao shook his head. He made no visible movement, yet the surrounding pressure intensified. "The Dragon-Seeking Compass is not broken. Unless the person marked has died, the mark will not vanish."

Zhao Xin shook his head. "That is beyond my knowledge. But I can tell you this: the human race has not fallen; we are simply biding our time. Our technology is formidable; even someone who hasn't reached the Infancy Realm can strike from ten thousand miles away, and with a mere wave of the hand, an entire city can be reduced to nothing..."